Alone

Sit there and I will tell you
A story of a boy
Who was looking for something
That would bring him some joy

There is nothing spectacular
About his life or his tale
He is made to feel comforted
That he would Succeed and not Fail

You may think he is ordinary
Your typical average Joe
I suggest you listen to his story
Only then will you know

He was born on a Sunday
19 years ago
To a Mother and Father
Who will now watch him grow

He is the middle one
Of brothers three
Older creative, Younger logical
The combination was what he would be

In a school he would study
For 14 long years
He would then join college
His mind was set and clear.

The Garden City is where he stays
With Grandparents and all
He would meet new friends
And have a ball

1406 Friends on Facebook
Makes him seem popular
The thought that he is alone
Should not occur

He feels that no one really cares
Out of sight is out of mind
Where is everybody? Says he
No one can he find.

He is a nice and sweet guy
Well, that's what he's been told
He promises to be a great friend
To those stuck in the cold

He goes to work
At this big corporation
In hope that he would find
The answer to Inflation

The monotony of his work
Makes him think on a lateral line
That he would meet someone
And finally be fine

That someone is there
But not the one that he told
He took all the courage to tell her
A bad decision that seemed really bold

Rejection was inevitable
Since he's a really 'nice guy'
It wasn't meant to be
Still he doesn't know why

But that's how life is
You win some and you lose some
And so he finally understood
After a glass of Whiskey and Rum

It's good to have friends
That are there forever
Why complicate matters?
Don't you know better?

Questions he asked,
While watching El Classico
You might have not got the message
Or now you really know

You may want the sun to be Blue
You may want the grass to be Black
What you should know is that they are yellow and green
And that's the harsh fact.

You may want to be with someone
Whom you love and adore
They may not feel the same
No matter how much you want more

The story is not over
Much is left to be written
The boy will pull up his socks
Instead of being love bitten

A slave to routine at work
Now he has become a drone
He has learnt his lesson
That he is never alone.

MIMS

*Click* *Click* *Click**Taptaptaptap* *Click*

It seems to me that this place has become my new home, an escape from reality. I've become fond of the environment. The colors that reflect on the spring river, ebbing and flowing across the plains that predominate my landscape. I sit on the grass waiting for inspiration, solace, depression and elation to carry me to my next venue. This is how I get from place to another; there are no roads, cars, pavements nor tall skyscrapers, just endless fields, filled with my emotions and my moods. Right now, I am happy. The skies are bright azure with fluffy white cirrus clouds, the trees are swaying with the tempo of the wind and I feel that I am being carried away even though my feet firmly planted on the soft viridian grass. I get goosebumps, a shiver runs down my spine and I surrender to the mistral of joy and happiness that now takes me above cumulonimbus.

A tempest grows in the distance and I am heading for dark clouds laced with regret and lugubriousness. Its as if one emotion has immediately shifted into another. I want to go back but I can't because either I am really high in the sky or too deep in my own muse. I face these dark clouds and I plunge through the storm head on. Imprinted on the clouds are the faces of people I've hated, people I've made fun of and people I had feelings for. They are now the signatures of my despair. The rain is hitting me with verve and I am struggling to wipe it off my face while I desperately parry my grief. Why fight it? I've always heard that the best way to get out is by going up, towards the heavens. And there, I went.

Now, all around me are the galaxies of luminous bodies that tends towards infinity. Has Moira led me here? The universe is massive and that itself is an understatement. Only when I am in this state of being am I able to grasp the magnificence of space and the worlds beyond. Only when I am in this state do I contemplate the wonders of nature and how we mistreat it. Only when I am in this state do I find sleep. *Click* *Thud*

My headphones have come off and my playlist is over.

Its tea time. I could well go for some biscuits right about now.

Heart of the Admired

I stood outside the gate in hope of being received having already rang the bell once. I assumed no one was home, but there was a faint attraction that drew me to this place while I was taking a walk under the night sky, clearing my head of thoughts that had me uneasy these past few days. The moon was clear and bright, sitting serene in the heavens, taking away the glimmer of the stars that lay behind this white piece of brilliance. It had almost distracted me from the house that I stood in front of had I not heard a faint voice exuding from the premise.

I was confused to where I actually was, to be honest, I had wondered off into a neighborhood that was unfamiliar to me. I had walked for almost an hour, following the road in hope that the path I take helps me to find answers to the questions that were bottled in my cranium. There was something in this house that made me stop looking at the pavement and turn my head towards the gate. From where I was standing, the house had me in awe from the moment I saw it. It was of an unorthodox architecture which had me perplexed considering that I have seen many houses in my time. This one was definitely very peculiar. The house was fairly big which made me think that the owner was very generous, but as I looked closer I could see that door was locked from the outside pretty tight as if the person were really insecure. Had I not seen this earlier I would've not rang the bell, luckily, no one else was around to see this very embarrassing situation I found myself in.

I opened the gate which brought me straight into the garden. It was lush green from the way the moon shone on the grass’ dew that it made the floor a replica of the night sky. It was very beautiful. I walked closer and as I reached the door I came across a full set of locks and chains that held the door firmly, as though it were Fort Knox. There was an engraving on the door as though someone had etched it out with a knife or a blade, it said; “Speak, I Open”. I was confused. The notice was beyond my comprehension that I said the first thing that came into my mind.

“May I enter?”

All of a sudden the chains and lock fell from the door and it crashed onto the Welcome mat which looked really clean as if the person who lived here had just vacated the house. I immediately grasped the handle of the door and carefully pushed. I was not left in darkness as the moon helped me by coming in through the windows that lay high above the door and on the walls, illuminating the front entrance to the house.

I was amazed at the detail that had gone into this house. It must’ve taken a lot of blood and sweat to be put into the construction of this magnificent structure. To my left there was a library. I guessed so from the look of the cupboards stacked with an endless number of books. I came across a lot of books, ranging from fantasy to fiction, adventure to romance, biographies and self – help books, which gave me the impression that the person who stayed here was enthralled in reading vivaciously. On the table lay a book that caught my attention as it was the same novel I had sent to a dear friend of mine for her birthday. There was a mug aside the lamp which meant that whoever was reading the book, wanted read it until it got over. Sadly enough, there was a bookmark demarcating the page which the person had left while reading, implicating that whoever was reading had some other things to do.

The kitchen seemed to be an ordinary one so besides glancing through the draws and cupboards I was more intrigued in going upstairs, in hope that I would find out who lived here and why I was drawn to it.  The stairwell coiled towards the first floor and as I climbed the steps I took notice at the paintings that were nailed to the wall. No names were mentioned but I could easily figure out that these were the proprietor’s family, a Father, a Mother and what looks like to be two sisters that have families of their own, considering that the women were the centre of the two paintings with the husband at her side with her daughter and little son, and the other also at the centre with the husband closely aside, although no sons or daughters.

I reached the first and also the top most level and there was only one room here. I carefully made my way across the carpeted floor and as I walked the air around suddenly got thinner, I was beginning to lose my breath; I started trembling as if I were going to pass out any moment. I wanted to know what was inside that room. I picked myself up and drew in a deep breath before almost breaking the door down from pushing too hard. I fell and landed face down on the floor. As I looked up I saw a bed, I used the edge of the bed to support myself but before getting up I noticed another set of paintings that just lay on the red and black carpeted floor. The moon came to my rescue and I could see clearly 4 paintings, each one having one person in each of them. 3 of them were silhouettes of what looked like men, the other one was very clear; I’ve seen this person before.

I did not know him so well that I could be comforted by his presence or knew him less that we haven’t chatted before. I could not put a name to this person, but what was very clear was that I knew someone who might know who owned this house. This painting was less dusty than the others as if it was the last to be brought down from the walls which were facing the bed. I finally decided to get myself off the ground and I immediately got the shock of my life.

There was someone sleeping on the bed.

I was frightened. I did know that there was someone lying on the bed because I did not hear any breathing or snoring, but there was a body – like figure under the covers. I did not want to open it as I was too scared to see something I did not want to see but I wanted to know who this person is and do I know him/her? My hands stretched to the end of the cover which was over the head and I slowly pulled it back. From the small ray of moonlight that peered through the window gave me a glimpse of the person whom I thought was the owner and to my amazement;

The person had no face.

I had lost my step, falling backwards onto the floor out of complete shock. The person who was sleeping seemed to have had a black mask on but after pulling most of the covers I could tell that it looked to have been sown into the body. I looked carefully at the face and I could not believe my eyes. It looked somewhat like me. The facial structure, the body figure, the height, it all looked like me. But how is this possible? Who is that? Why is he here? Should I wake him??

Where am I? Should I be here??

New Life

Darkness.

I am lost. I have no sense of direction as I am unable to see. How will I be able to get out of here? Can I move? It as if my I can't feel a thing, my hands and my legs. My eyes, I can't open them. Where am I?? I think patience will not keep me from losing my head, I want to know so many things. I have so many questions but who is there that will answer my questions? Will I ever get out? What is out there? Am I even alive? 

Time passes by, yet I receive no answer.  I shall assume that I am on my own. The time and date still are unknown to me and I can't tell where I am exactly, all I know is that Darkness is an understatement. I believe I was put here against my will. I had no choice. I am here because someone wanted me here. Suddenly the whole place begins to shake and I am thrust left and right like clothes in a washing machine. Surprisingly I haven't hurt myself at all. I guess whoever wanted me here ensured that I was given the adequate security. 

My senses are coming to me. I am beginning to feel my hands and feet although my eyes hurt a lot. I guess I will continue to keep them close. I feel a tingly sensation in my stomach. I think I am hungry. My legs feel a little heavy, maybe if I move them around blood will circulate better. What was that? I feel a surface. I can't reach it now. I've finally felt something after so long. There are boundaries to where I am, I definitely have a chance of finding an escape. 

The surface is closing in on me. I am surrounded by walls all around me, I think claustrophobia is the next thing on mind. I've been here a long time. When will they leave me? I want out. What was that? I'm moving rapidly, I think something is going to happen. I think I am finally going to be set free. After spending so many days, weeks, trapped in an unknown place held against my will, I am finally going to be released into the world. Light strikes my face, I scream with amazement and I move around uncontrollably. 

I am Born.