The pounding of my heart as I waunder through the deserted streets of my home town awakens the reality of the memory loss I endured.
The sudden lapse of my history - for a reason not known to me - emerging a stranger in a desperate hunt for a personality that had once exisited.
The street - lined with erected houses that margined me like two rows of soldiers - called to me as I strolled down the centre of the empty road.
The hollowness bounced the echo of the whisper repeatedly. But the whisper just wasn't loud enough. The calling distancing to my ears, and my thoughts incarcerating me from my own freedom.
The blanket of coldness surrounding me is becoming worse.
Where am I? What's happening - not only to me...but also my family, who am I?
Monday, 23 March 2009
Love is in the air...
Hand in hand we strolled through the busy sandy beaches. The golden glow of the sun beating down upon us.
Newly wed and much in love as we halted by the shore. My pink bikini revealed my glowing tan, and his muscular body deeply tanned - pinned against mine.
We kissed, and the beating waves splashed against our revealed skin as the shore drew closer.
Our love, and the rest of our lives now full of warmth and growing passion...
Newly wed and much in love as we halted by the shore. My pink bikini revealed my glowing tan, and his muscular body deeply tanned - pinned against mine.
We kissed, and the beating waves splashed against our revealed skin as the shore drew closer.
Our love, and the rest of our lives now full of warmth and growing passion...
Jealous Lover
My feet dragged painfully across the hot and sharp cobbled road as my hands - blooded and swollen from the desperate grasp for freedom - pulled my weakened body.
I endured many days incarcerated within an air tight container - kidnapped - for what I know now...a jealous lover to my husband; desperate to gain full access to the love she endured during his time of betrayal to me.
My mind else where, prevented the pain from worsening as I made my long and agonsing journey to where ? I had no idea where I was.
The sun was beating down on me and my long dark hair began to stick around my face as the persperation greatened with every passing second.
My clothes, torn and riddled with dirt, clung to my malnorished body. My narrowed eyes released blured vision - darting within their sockets to gain full site.
My sight regained as I pulled myself to my kness. My pounding heart began to slow its pace as I concentrated my gaze upon the empty fields that boardered the cobbled roadway.
The green grass a luxury to my eyes. I rested upon this spot for a while, having no idea of the day or time. It seemed forever.
The heat from the sun withdrew from my skin as the tempreature dropped, and the much needed day light soon turned to a dismal and petrifying darkness. The emotions of the entrapment soon came rushing back, as the only light present, was the dimness of the moon.
The darkness carried my breath as I clenched into my knees. My distorted breath chilling my spine as my nerves dashed wildly with fear - scared to breath- scared to cry - any sound through the darkness gradually becoming my enemy.
Through the darkness, lights from the distance approached. The beames raced across the emptiness, stinging my eyes as they moved closer to me. I dived to the floor as the lights halted.
A creak emptied through the emptiness and my body quivered with fear. I huddled even tighter to myself as footsteps passed over the roughness of the road. Manly footsteps, heavy and slow. They halted before me. Too scared to look, I quivered beneath the shadow, and then suddenly - a touch fell upon my shoulder. I screamed hysterically, my cries echong through the emptiness -
'It's ok...don't be scared, let's get you home.'
I felt warm for once. He was a stranger...but he knew me. I had been on the news. I had been missing for five months, moved from one destination to another. He was passing by and saw me, he knew then, who I was, and the jealous lover, well...she's the one incarcerated now.
I endured many days incarcerated within an air tight container - kidnapped - for what I know now...a jealous lover to my husband; desperate to gain full access to the love she endured during his time of betrayal to me.
My mind else where, prevented the pain from worsening as I made my long and agonsing journey to where ? I had no idea where I was.
The sun was beating down on me and my long dark hair began to stick around my face as the persperation greatened with every passing second.
My clothes, torn and riddled with dirt, clung to my malnorished body. My narrowed eyes released blured vision - darting within their sockets to gain full site.
My sight regained as I pulled myself to my kness. My pounding heart began to slow its pace as I concentrated my gaze upon the empty fields that boardered the cobbled roadway.
The green grass a luxury to my eyes. I rested upon this spot for a while, having no idea of the day or time. It seemed forever.
The heat from the sun withdrew from my skin as the tempreature dropped, and the much needed day light soon turned to a dismal and petrifying darkness. The emotions of the entrapment soon came rushing back, as the only light present, was the dimness of the moon.
The darkness carried my breath as I clenched into my knees. My distorted breath chilling my spine as my nerves dashed wildly with fear - scared to breath- scared to cry - any sound through the darkness gradually becoming my enemy.
Through the darkness, lights from the distance approached. The beames raced across the emptiness, stinging my eyes as they moved closer to me. I dived to the floor as the lights halted.
A creak emptied through the emptiness and my body quivered with fear. I huddled even tighter to myself as footsteps passed over the roughness of the road. Manly footsteps, heavy and slow. They halted before me. Too scared to look, I quivered beneath the shadow, and then suddenly - a touch fell upon my shoulder. I screamed hysterically, my cries echong through the emptiness -
'It's ok...don't be scared, let's get you home.'
I felt warm for once. He was a stranger...but he knew me. I had been on the news. I had been missing for five months, moved from one destination to another. He was passing by and saw me, he knew then, who I was, and the jealous lover, well...she's the one incarcerated now.
Dark Memories
Eleven today, why the sadness?
She lay within her puffy duvet. The glint of the moon slicing through the pleated blinds and casting beams upon her bedroom wall.
A year before, it was her tenth birthday party which was suppose to be fun. But horror struck the night before.
Her eyes cradled tears. The tears from her memories that emerged every night through the quietness.
What was the reason her father had to be taken from her?
The blooded blade still very much within her view.
A masked figure standing before her helpless person - looking down upon her.
His eyes through the black mask cast sorrow. He dropped the blooded blade clanging to the floor before fleeing.
The darkness protecting her fathers killer - her young eyes the witness, but her tongue silenced through fear.
She lay within her puffy duvet. The glint of the moon slicing through the pleated blinds and casting beams upon her bedroom wall.
A year before, it was her tenth birthday party which was suppose to be fun. But horror struck the night before.
Her eyes cradled tears. The tears from her memories that emerged every night through the quietness.
What was the reason her father had to be taken from her?
The blooded blade still very much within her view.
A masked figure standing before her helpless person - looking down upon her.
His eyes through the black mask cast sorrow. He dropped the blooded blade clanging to the floor before fleeing.
The darkness protecting her fathers killer - her young eyes the witness, but her tongue silenced through fear.
A Double Life
The shadows of my past haunt my life today. Every moment, an action, a word or scenery, it reminds me of the darkness within my soul.
Isolated from the rest of the world within my white padded cell, my personality crumbles as the darkness within emerges. The troubled soul over powered any means of self-control within my life - a blank - to the many horrific crimes I'd been accused of.
A blood bath of a string of murders bore my foot prints within the pools of blood which trailed back to my dwelling.
A freak! A Twisted being! A monster!
Cruly slandered within the daily papers - not many stories printed as... 'The Demon' freak added plenty of entertainment to the many ignorant readers.
Yes, it was my footprints within the victims pools of blood and my blooded prints upon the walls and scenery. But it wasn't me that commited those crimes.
Insane - yes- but the crimes were commited by the lost soul hidden within. My body it's protection - my life...it's prisoner!
Isolated from the rest of the world within my white padded cell, my personality crumbles as the darkness within emerges. The troubled soul over powered any means of self-control within my life - a blank - to the many horrific crimes I'd been accused of.
A blood bath of a string of murders bore my foot prints within the pools of blood which trailed back to my dwelling.
A freak! A Twisted being! A monster!
Cruly slandered within the daily papers - not many stories printed as... 'The Demon' freak added plenty of entertainment to the many ignorant readers.
Yes, it was my footprints within the victims pools of blood and my blooded prints upon the walls and scenery. But it wasn't me that commited those crimes.
Insane - yes- but the crimes were commited by the lost soul hidden within. My body it's protection - my life...it's prisoner!
Feelings
His kiss fell upon my head with a warm embrace. His arms, firm and caring, craddled me as we lay upon the grass under the moon-light. The glow within his eyes showed me how much he cared and the sparkle enhanced by the glow of the small fire he lit within the steel bin.
The flames licked at the blistering wood and the crakle filled the openness. I gazed into his eyes. My body felt weak as his touch upon my cheek glided towards my chin, his words spilling his feelings for me as he whispered, his breath stroking at my ear, the feeling is love.
The flames licked at the blistering wood and the crakle filled the openness. I gazed into his eyes. My body felt weak as his touch upon my cheek glided towards my chin, his words spilling his feelings for me as he whispered, his breath stroking at my ear, the feeling is love.
Homeless
'Take me with you.' The homeless girl begged the smart suited man stepping from the train to continue the rest of his journey to work by foot. His slick dark hair glistening from the lights in the tube. 'Please sir' she continued...'Im hungry and very cold.'
She nestled by the esculator as he snubbed her exsitence. What would people think if he assosiated himself with a person who dressed in torn clothes - not forgetting - twice her usual size.
The steep esculator chomped slowly up to the top, the girl looking up and distanced to his eyes. He dropped his head as he looked down upon his shiny clean shoes that just stepped to the floor, and his heart ached from the selfishness swimming through his blood.
He wasn't brought up that way. Ignore the needy. That wasn't what he was brought up to do.
Across the street from the exit of the station, a stall with flowers called to him. He picked the blood red roses - twenty of them - guessing she was around the same age as the amount of roses he'd bought. His shoes tapped along the pathway and back into the station. He watched as the girl continued to beg passerbys - all snubbing her just like he did.
A tear gathered as he watched, and then slowly, he made his way down.The young girl looked up and smiled as he stood within the distance, his grasp upon the roses tightening as he angered through peoples reactions.
The girl rose to her feet. Her smile still dressing her face was the best dress she'd ever owned.
The announcement of another train pulling in echoed around the tunnels. The girl looked at the tracks.
At that moment, the man with the suit dropped the roses and the petals scattered across the platform. His eyes witnessing the girl as she lept high - her body struck by the arriving train - her sad life ignored by the world that passed her by.
She nestled by the esculator as he snubbed her exsitence. What would people think if he assosiated himself with a person who dressed in torn clothes - not forgetting - twice her usual size.
The steep esculator chomped slowly up to the top, the girl looking up and distanced to his eyes. He dropped his head as he looked down upon his shiny clean shoes that just stepped to the floor, and his heart ached from the selfishness swimming through his blood.
He wasn't brought up that way. Ignore the needy. That wasn't what he was brought up to do.
Across the street from the exit of the station, a stall with flowers called to him. He picked the blood red roses - twenty of them - guessing she was around the same age as the amount of roses he'd bought. His shoes tapped along the pathway and back into the station. He watched as the girl continued to beg passerbys - all snubbing her just like he did.
A tear gathered as he watched, and then slowly, he made his way down.The young girl looked up and smiled as he stood within the distance, his grasp upon the roses tightening as he angered through peoples reactions.
The girl rose to her feet. Her smile still dressing her face was the best dress she'd ever owned.
The announcement of another train pulling in echoed around the tunnels. The girl looked at the tracks.
At that moment, the man with the suit dropped the roses and the petals scattered across the platform. His eyes witnessing the girl as she lept high - her body struck by the arriving train - her sad life ignored by the world that passed her by.
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