8. Away8. AwayThey say Mommys gone awayMatter-of-factlySomeone so happyWho love us so,Brother and I.Why did she go? he asks Daddy.He turns, not talking.Brother asks again.Daddy roars to be quiet.Daddy never yells at Brother.Brother always good-boy.She just away?How long away? I ask.Daddy no talk now.Daddy say for quiet.Daddy want to take bath.We follow what he say.We stay quiet.Why Mommy go? I say to Brother.I dont know. Say my friend.Why Mommy go?Mommy-napped?Thats it;Mommy-nappedWe should find her.But why Daddy take bathWhen we have to find Mommy?I be bad boy.I go to door, and knock.Daddy! Daddyyyyyy!He dont talk.Door locked.Smart Brother say Lets find mommy!Okay! I agree.We get our coats.It not scary in the dark.With Older Brother with me.We go to door,When Mommys Mommy comes in.Where are you going?Were goin
7. Heaven7. HeavenHalfEmptyActionsVindictivelyEnabling theNonsense
6. BreakShe lights the endLets it char for a momentThen puffsThe smoke escapes,She inhales it back inThrough her missing toothHolds it-Releases it up into the ceilingShe can feel it starting to work-Better than booze ever was-She is needed again;She sets it downWipes her hands offGlad to finally haveHer moments reprieve.
5. Rot5. RotWhat better wordTo describeWhat you doWith 3 yearsIn a shit-hole town.
4. Dark4. DarkIn the darkWere all friends hereTheres nothing to fear hereWhen youre one of usJust one-of-the-boysDoin what you doWhat we do bestWere not that scary.Really, we dont try.Its just their fear of usWhich makes us so goodPreying onThose psychological sweets.Which sustain our slowly sinking soulsTo stick to subconscious systemic sparksAnd keep us alive.To live hereMeans to willingly give upWhat it means to live.But its ok hereTheres plenty of companyWere all friends hereIn the dark.
3. Light3. LightA single ray falls inInto a solitary cellFrom which the only escapeIs merely an one illusionaryTake a look upYou doubt thingsMaybe there is a chanceYes, yes there is!But no;Self-doubt sinks back inAnd you turn away from what may seem so obviousAnd try to ignore itTelling it you dont want it.But you dont mind that it stays.Because you need it.
2. Love2. LoveLove.Strange how it works.How it can strike us when werenot expecting.When you somehow knowNo scienceCan explain itYou just knowCuz you knowSome distant pheromonesSomething picked upSome animalistic key being turnedIn our organized minds.You see them and just know.Why?What IveFailedTo ever see-How?You do it so readily and easily-Loving someone is giving them the power to hurt youAnd hoping that they dont-You take theseStrange urgesAnd act upon them.And when you fall from you happy-highYou wonder whereIt all went wrongI cant say,Its not my position,But-How can you love so easily?Hoping for that one special something
Love is freeBut sometimes, ohIt can cost so much.
1. Introduction1. IntroductionI would like to introduce you to a new student. She has moved from another county, and I would appreciate it if you would treat them with the same respect as you treat each other. Can you please stand up, Miss Klien?A surprisingly tall 6th grader stood up from her desk quietly, her chair scraping up on the floor.Would you like to say something? the teacher asked; the clock slowly ticking quietly behind her amongst the quiet in the room. The seconds passed slowly and the students gave their silent, dull, piercing looks. She cleared her throat.We moved here about a week ago to this town, and its nice here. Im glad to be a part of this school, and Im eager to learn I can from here. She said in an even (and hopefully not scared) voice, then sat down. The teacher blinked.Thank you Miss Klien. Im sure we can bring you up to speed with what were learning soon enough. Now, everyone, please turn to page&
Wind City- The Passing2Mayor Krendel rubbed his forehead wearily again, for at least the third time that day.I dont deserve this
he said to no one in particular to his now empty house with doubled as his office. He had just finished dealing with Janice and Bernice, two old hags who argued with each other about just about everything, and brought their petty daily disputes to him. Besides them, he had returned a lost dog, finished re-transcribing an old scroll into a readable format, and finished a 5-mile jog earlier that morning. He felt older than his 56 years of age; by no means was he the oldest, but since he was so respected and wise he had been elected (practically forced, he thought on a sardonic note) mayor and had served a good 4 years already. He sat up and sighed audibly.Perhaps a good nap will help, maybe for an hour or two
he thought to himself. He ignored his messy desk (for yet another day
) and wandered over to the adjoining room and his small bl