All alone.
No 1 2 txt.
I sit on the crnr.
Waiting 4 the bus.
Writing this poem
to fill in the
emptiness
of being alone.
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Now That I've Seen You
I glance behind me, walking faster. I pull my cardigan closer around me. I know I'm being followed but I feel like I've seen this person before. Like they live in my subconsciousness. I keep turning at every corner, trying to escape the mans gaze.
I finally hit a dead end. I guess I knew this would happen. My breathing quickens. "What do you want?" I yell.
"Turn around. I'm not trying to scare you. Just look at me. That's all I want."
I take in a deep breath, preparing myself to match the face to the soft, calm voice. I spin around on my heels, trying to act more annoyed than scared. The wind blows around me, the autumn leaves playing a melody in the air. Usually I like their music. Now it just sounds rushed and depressing.
I stare into the deep, blue eyes of the man. I feel as if they're trying to drown me and I quickly pull my eyes away. He's young, appearing only a few years younger than me. A scar slices through part of his eyebrow. He seems so familiar, like a childhood friend.
"Who are you?"
He frowns, his face wrinkling up. He kicks the crumbling asphalt. Sadness lines his face. "You really don't remember, do you?"
I finally hit a dead end. I guess I knew this would happen. My breathing quickens. "What do you want?" I yell.
"Turn around. I'm not trying to scare you. Just look at me. That's all I want."
I take in a deep breath, preparing myself to match the face to the soft, calm voice. I spin around on my heels, trying to act more annoyed than scared. The wind blows around me, the autumn leaves playing a melody in the air. Usually I like their music. Now it just sounds rushed and depressing.
I stare into the deep, blue eyes of the man. I feel as if they're trying to drown me and I quickly pull my eyes away. He's young, appearing only a few years younger than me. A scar slices through part of his eyebrow. He seems so familiar, like a childhood friend.
"Who are you?"
He frowns, his face wrinkling up. He kicks the crumbling asphalt. Sadness lines his face. "You really don't remember, do you?"
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| Found on: http://autumncozy.tumblr.com/ |
There's So Much More To Me
I glare at the guards, rubbing my sore, calloused hands. How did this happen to me? How did I end up as a servant? The memories all come rushing back, pushing the fogginess away. Watching my parents get killed, holding their hands as they died. I can still feel the hands that picked me up and pulled me away from them.
My whole kingdom was overthrown. There was a great war, every man trying to protect his family. I remember the sharp smell of blood everywhere I turned. I tried not to pass out as I rode across the wet, red stained stones. I was taken as a prisoner.
"Kayla, feel free to rest here as longs as you want," the king of Marwood said. And I did. I didn't feel safe with my enemies, the people who killed everyone I knew and loved. But I didn't care if I died. I felt numb. I missed my parents and all seven of my younger siblings. Why did I have to be the one to live?
In the end, King Darwin wanted me to marry him. I told him no. He said I'd regret that decision. He'd turn me into a servant and after one day I'd come back crying. Begging him to marry me because I couldn't take the workload any longer.
He didn't tell anyone I was a princess. The humiliation would be to great for him. Instead, he told everyone I was crazy and he was doing me a favor. I was forced to take dozens of pills, making me constantly drowsy, forgetful, but highly tolerant to pain. I suffered daily, slowly disintegrating more and more. I struggled, but refused to go back to the king. I couldn't prove him right.
"Get back to work!" a deep mans voice rumbled as he whipped me. I fell to the ground with a cry. They'd find out I was the princess one day. They'd be sorry then that they treated me so poorly.
My whole kingdom was overthrown. There was a great war, every man trying to protect his family. I remember the sharp smell of blood everywhere I turned. I tried not to pass out as I rode across the wet, red stained stones. I was taken as a prisoner.
"Kayla, feel free to rest here as longs as you want," the king of Marwood said. And I did. I didn't feel safe with my enemies, the people who killed everyone I knew and loved. But I didn't care if I died. I felt numb. I missed my parents and all seven of my younger siblings. Why did I have to be the one to live?
In the end, King Darwin wanted me to marry him. I told him no. He said I'd regret that decision. He'd turn me into a servant and after one day I'd come back crying. Begging him to marry me because I couldn't take the workload any longer.
He didn't tell anyone I was a princess. The humiliation would be to great for him. Instead, he told everyone I was crazy and he was doing me a favor. I was forced to take dozens of pills, making me constantly drowsy, forgetful, but highly tolerant to pain. I suffered daily, slowly disintegrating more and more. I struggled, but refused to go back to the king. I couldn't prove him right.
"Get back to work!" a deep mans voice rumbled as he whipped me. I fell to the ground with a cry. They'd find out I was the princess one day. They'd be sorry then that they treated me so poorly.
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| Found on: http://cupidscharm.blogspot.com/2010/10/white-pumpkin-adventure.html |
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