Let us go,
Where know one knows,
Where we can be anything,
Have a child,
Or maybe two,
And live in our little house,
You’ll greet me when you come home,
And ask about my day,
And if it was bad,
You’ll rub my back,
And shove the sores away,
This life we live,
Right here and now,
Is not meant for us to be in,
So let us run away,
Into our little dream land.
I see the way you look at me,
Eyes low,
a smile on your face,
When your sad,
You rest your head on my chest,
Everywhere I go,
You follow,
When I’m alone,
You come to hug me,
When I’m sad,
You make me laugh,
No matter what I do,
No matter how much I hurt you,
You’re still here,
Forever tranced.
You walk in through the door. Your eyes sore, knees stiff as stone,headache from concentration.. All you want to do is put on some music, lie down, and go to sleep. You hear the soft hum of the instruments get farther and farther away. You start to hear a crackle of a warm fire. You can feel it’s warmth surround you. BANG! A loud crash sounds right beside you. You sit straight up alarmed. You look around, seeing nothing but soldering, trees burning like torches. You run, barely missing a fallen branch from above, wondering where you were and why you were there. You were just in your room! You run to the cliff, so steep that you could hardly see the bottom. But what you can see, are the orange and red colors charring every bit of the land that life grew on. A cry comes from behind you, “MOMMY!” Recognizing the cry, you turn around, and see your own daughter sitting there with her skin burnt and blistered. You run to her to comfort her, but she vanishes into ashes.You scream in disrepair, crumpling to the ground, balled up in a hopeless position, and then you feel a hand shake you. “Mommy mommy! Happy Birthday mommy!” You open your eyes, blinking a few times before seeing your little girl’s smile as she bounces up and down on you. It was just a dream. “Mommy, why are you crying? Are you sad?” she asks. “No honey,” you sigh, wiping your face and giving her a big hug, “Mommy just had a bad dream.”
In a crowded market there are two guys waiting. They look around for someone with fear in their eyes. They run as their eyes lock on their enemy. They run away, climbing to the tops the of houses, jumping from roof to roof as bullets whistle by their ears. One jumps onto a balcony and jumps into the house through an open window. Quickly dodging bullets by jumping through the window into the house next door, dodging furniture and scared mothers. The other jumps across the roofs until he runs out of room. He doesn’t even think twice of his options. He jumps onto the street, breaking his leg. But his friend jumps through the window just as the enemy was going to shoot the him to finish him off from the roof. His friend turns and shoot him shoots him right in the head, feeling a sting of a bullet in his left shoulder. He gets his friend to stand up and hops him over to the a train station and into an open door on a train, closing it just in time for the other enemies not to see. The train starts to roll as they check their wounds. “Blake,” the guy with a huge gap in his shoulder grunts, “Why do we do this for her?”
“Because,” Blake cringes, “she is more important than any of us could ever imagine.”
There’s a riot at the front of a capital building. She comes through the crowd, parting them into two as she walks. Revenge on her eyes. She climbs the stairs and looks over her shoulder to the crowd as they grow silent. She kicks the doors open and walks in. The guards try to stop her, but her moves are of supernatural speed. She strides into the office to see him sitting there, pressing the button for the guards. Little did he know that she had already taken care of them. She finally had him in her grasp. She glides over to the desk, leans over his papers strewn across in, and looks him straight in the eye. “You will pay for what you have done to my family, and this country.”
*Side Note* My muse was the song Warriors by Imagine Dragons. Try listening to it while you read it to get the feeling of the story even more.
People,
The judge too easily,
You are treated,
By the way you look,
Act,
Feel,
But why can’t we just take off these covers,
That we label people with,
And judge by actions,
And personality,
Call it what you will,
But I call it,
Books but no covers.
Riding in a truck,
On a small dirt road,
Empty and under a clear blue sky,
Nothing is here for miles and miles,
It’s just you and yourself,
Listening to the radio,
In our own solitude,
Going nowhere,
With no worries,
And no cares,
Until the stars come out,
And staring at them for hours in the back of the truck,
Until midnight comes.
Get ready for art! 