Oddessy Into 2012- Chapter Two- Zephyr.As she got up-the one who called the wind called Shekinah-she heard faint breathing from across the gate. But as she pushed on the gate, she realized that the gate was shut. She felt like she was caged in, and that she wasn't going to ever get out. But that's when she realized there was a lock chained onto the gate. "Save him, Shekinah. 'Tis your destiny to save him.." The wind said. As she looked around, she couldn't find where the boy she was supposed to save was. "Look at me," She whispered. "Listening to the wind tells me. And it calls me a name. I don't even know my own name!" She said, throwing her hands up in frustration as she heard someone speak. And it wasn't the breezy mumbling of the wind, it was a man's voice. "Who are you?" The man said. "Are you Tessa? Did you do this to me? Answer me!" He yelled. It was obvious he was panicked. As Shekinah looked around-she decided she liked this n
Chapter One, Shekinah, Oddessy Into 2012She woke up in the snow, legs touching a large iron gate. As her eyes fluttered open, she felt a pain in her neck. She felt around the area, and drew back her hand as she felt blood. It shot an instant ping of hate through her. She felt crazed and confused, not able to remember anything. "What the Hell..?" She said. "Where am I?" She cried, looking around, alone. Her only companion was the light from the moon that shone brightly through the clouds. She hesitently got to her knees, grabbing for the gate. As she grabbed the gate, it seemed to singe her flesh. She withdrew her hand quickly, nearly screaming, but choking it back with fear. She put her hand into her pocket, to hide the pain, but felt two papers in there instead. "Shekinah!" The wind seemed to scream at her, as if it were angry with her. She fell back on her bottom, and pulled out the papers and unfolded them with the grace of a bear, t
For Dalton, I'll Miss You ForeverIf roses grow in heaven,Pick a bunch for me,Place them in his beautiful hands,and tell him they're from me.Tell him I love him and I miss him,And when he turns to smile,Place your hand in his,And tell him I'll see him in a while.Because remembering him is easy,I'll do it every day,But there's an ache in my heart,That I'm not sure will ever go away.Dalton, I'll always always miss you.
Crushed pt2Had he never touched her,Had she never cried,If the police had never came,She'd still be trapped,Just stuck inside."Why'd you wait so long to come?" A voice asked. It was wavey and faint. "Why didn't you save her?""Are you the man who did this? Did you murder this little girl?" The officer asked. His gun was out, flashlight positioned underneath."If you had a sex life, a sex life, would you even worry about mine?" The voice quoted, laughing a booming laugh."You're sick!" A woman shrieked. "Get off of me! NOW DAMMIT! Ow, ow, st-" She was cut off, and a gurgling sound was made. There was blood in her throat, pooling and dark, spilling from her mouth."You missed me.." The voice said again. It was a man's voice, but undistinguishable. "Where am I?" He laughed again.They missed the hurt,And another one goes.He crushed her dreams,That's how the story goes.He stole their lives,And tore off his clothes,He crushed them all,That's how this sad little story goes."She wasn't litt
Deader Than Dead"You don't understand what I'm trying to tell you! Whenever I speak, you're not even listening! Just leave!" I screamed at him. Perhaps he'd hear me this time.That's when his palm made my world spin with dizziness and hurt.When there's no one,Who is there to catch me?Who are you to tell me,That I can't be what I want.That's what went through my mind."Don't talk to me that way," he yelled. "I do listen to you. I know that I don't seem like I do, but it's because you're a bitch!" Taken aback, yes, I was. He called me a bitch. The man I rescued, sheltered, and fell in love with."I'm a bitch?!? You PMS worse than I do!" I made a snorting laugh.Which quickly ended with the first gun shot..The blood,as it drips free,I watch it flow.I feel nothing,Nothing I know.Had I known,You'd be the one to seal my fate,I would have offered you,A silver bullet,Upon a silver plate."Yes, you're a bitch. And now, you're deader than dead."Deader than dead,Broken more than a doll.Tossed a
Our fates left us here.When we walk away,We seal our fates,When we turn back,We die inside.Where do we look,when we know there's nowhere else to hide?None know what lies behind, no one dares to guess. If someone lies beyond those gates, he's deader than the dead. Left for dead, he awaits death's arrival. He's yet to figure out, it's never coming.He's a dead man, who stares up at the stars. A silent man, who's never to speak again.He watches and waits, just looking at the gates, hoping for a friend who would never speak again."Come to me," he bellows. "I just need a friend."He's pleading, begging...Begging, begging,As we stare death in the eyes,We scream,But no sound dares to escape our lips.We know where our fates will lead us.We know this is end.We know we've not a friend in the lonely world,Never once in our life,Had we ever thought about it.Until we watched our life's blood drip,drip, drip,From the end of our killer knife."I'll be your friend," I whispered.His hollow sockets light