Nestling between the winter branches a beautiful little angel sits eyeing the children below. His halo slips and slides with his curls going in all angles. Life is changing for this child angel, as he begins to accept his new existence.
A warm light surrounds him, inspiring every inch of his body to move a step closer to the golden gates.
Teardrops drip, drip, drip, drop to an ill-fated girl beneath the tree, for she has lost her best friend days before.
The idea that she soon too may die crosses her mind. Her pain suddenly seems to seize, as a dove appears.
June 18, 2006
June 13, 2006
Tell Tale Heart
If I understood my intentions I would not be in this darkness searching for all I can remember. My eyes are constantly fixed on things only I may preceive, as normal. There is a man, Mathew,he is my friend, and hero. He comes only to me, as I sit here on the cold hardwood floor pounding. I tell him of the heart underneath the floor boards, and he smiles.
My head is hurting now, as the sound intensifies. I tell him to make it stop. He gets at my level, and begins talking in soft tones, and the heart stops.
Widening my eyes, I find myself no longer on the floor. I am sitting on a bed in a white room. The kind of room that is too clean. It is down right creepy.
This is some sort of cell of capture, but I do not care, for the heart is here, with me.
I cannot put a name to their staring faces. Everything is almost whited out in my mind, but the heart, and Mathew.
Someone is saying my name, but it is if I don't have the reasoning to respond correctly. I hear myself make strange grunting noises.
"Hush," I make out squinting at the bright light.....
The light quickly dims, as it often does, and Mathew you is standing before me.
"I am here now," he tells me joyfully, "You have been lost for so long. You may not remember me, the way you think you did."
"I...You are my hero," I tell him, as I close my eyes.
"No," he whispers,"You only remember it that way."
"I hear the heart," I say bursting with tention,"But, this time its so faint, distant, like those echoes in my head."
"Shhh," he smiles,taking my hand, and placing it over my heart,"this is yours that is beating."
"No, this is beneath the floor, and I am alive," I cry, taking an unsteady breath.
He points to the floor, lifting the boards,"I told you it was not here, but within you again."
"Again?" I gasp, and nods, a sickning expression forming on his pale features, "I was your worst enmy, and best friend. You thought you knew me, but I decieved you. I was your inner demon,strong and forceful, telling you to disguard the other voices inside of you. I talked in tones you liked. I was the one your hero, who conqueered those men in white, while you sat in your dullusion, some sort of memory of a heart that would not die. I was pushed away, as the men tried to bring you into a form of reality, but you kept reverting back to the place in your mind. I could not stop you, as I feel no pain, and enjoy a good chase. It ended suddenly, and I disappeared for some time. With your mind at rest, I have come to you to say goodye."
This is too much for me, as the ticking slows dramaticlly,and I no longer hear it, or them.
My head is hurting now, as the sound intensifies. I tell him to make it stop. He gets at my level, and begins talking in soft tones, and the heart stops.
Widening my eyes, I find myself no longer on the floor. I am sitting on a bed in a white room. The kind of room that is too clean. It is down right creepy.
This is some sort of cell of capture, but I do not care, for the heart is here, with me.
I cannot put a name to their staring faces. Everything is almost whited out in my mind, but the heart, and Mathew.
Someone is saying my name, but it is if I don't have the reasoning to respond correctly. I hear myself make strange grunting noises.
"Hush," I make out squinting at the bright light.....
The light quickly dims, as it often does, and Mathew you is standing before me.
"I am here now," he tells me joyfully, "You have been lost for so long. You may not remember me, the way you think you did."
"I...You are my hero," I tell him, as I close my eyes.
"No," he whispers,"You only remember it that way."
"I hear the heart," I say bursting with tention,"But, this time its so faint, distant, like those echoes in my head."
"Shhh," he smiles,taking my hand, and placing it over my heart,"this is yours that is beating."
"No, this is beneath the floor, and I am alive," I cry, taking an unsteady breath.
He points to the floor, lifting the boards,"I told you it was not here, but within you again."
"Again?" I gasp, and nods, a sickning expression forming on his pale features, "I was your worst enmy, and best friend. You thought you knew me, but I decieved you. I was your inner demon,strong and forceful, telling you to disguard the other voices inside of you. I talked in tones you liked. I was the one your hero, who conqueered those men in white, while you sat in your dullusion, some sort of memory of a heart that would not die. I was pushed away, as the men tried to bring you into a form of reality, but you kept reverting back to the place in your mind. I could not stop you, as I feel no pain, and enjoy a good chase. It ended suddenly, and I disappeared for some time. With your mind at rest, I have come to you to say goodye."
This is too much for me, as the ticking slows dramaticlly,and I no longer hear it, or them.
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