A goodbye, for now.There are different kinds of tears.Some that come and go,Some that do not fall,And some that will make you feel like you have just entered the world,like a newborn.I can’t read the letter enough.There will always be a new tear waiting behind my happy eyes.Sometimes they do not fall.They hold still and make me blind…The words bend and multiply,But soon they become a river.When the river is dry, it is soft yet stiff,alive but cannot move.The salts stay behind and it is impossible to forget.I wanted to say goodbye,But I’m too shy for my own good.I tried, but there were so many things I wish I could’ve said.I wish I could have done more for him.He smiled and laughed.He said he would be back. I can’t see the future.A Monday business morning,A tired and weary time will now be empty.Focus and hard work will be a place to hide.There is nothing else to try to do.A prayer.I won’t forget.
MotherNecessity sparks my invention,Belligerence defies my intention.A caring hand to notice my error,A soothing teacher to ease my terrorBecause I was bornI understand powerWe blame it on the otherAnd continue to walk the walk.A familiar feeling guides me,My greater judgment defies meI lift out my hand from my sorrowTo promise remembrance tomorrow.Because I existMy earth is my playgroundMy small childish tearsDo just as they are toldI count my world as my motherFor her, I will defend each otherI try to decide what I'm seeingIn the end, I'll be stuck believing.A cold windy dayReminds me of my sorrowsI find the solutionsI can fly just like those before meI am hopeful for the skies of tomorrowAs from my mother I borrowThe hope and the skill to free their willI continue to watch from the winter hill
Creepypasta- PUZZLAs I finally looked up into the sky, the clouds hazed over the sun in horizontal lines. It looked like a watercolor painting, and the brush strokes had left the ground soaking. Puddles were unavoidable, and it had stormed for the past few days. Earlier in church, the lights flickered and the thunder boomed, but that was long past.My best friend and I haven't been best friends for that long, so it wouldn't be a surprise she'd keep a secret from me. There are some things you never tell anyone though, not even your family or your friends. Things like that are what make up our guilty conscience, the reasons why we can't look anyone in the eye straight up.We were driving down the long country road when we finally got back to her house. From the night before, we had been reading all kinds of scary stories, those that sound so dumb, that you can't possibly think they're true. Because of this, I'm starting to believe all of them though. Things like this don't just happen. So when someone tel