but she doesn’t see you

her pale face, her white legs

but out of all the red socks

her whole skin

her concentration on the paper

being speechless

very still, very quiet

thoughtful

I come in, she created me

full of emptiness

full of nothingness

a ray of sun passes through

i disappear

she gives up

she puts the pen down.

That’s all it takes

You may think it’s dumb

but then without it life would be boring

One situation, one birthday, just one word

people between people

don’t know if they’re completely honest

there  is just too much bad things

but what happens

What happens, when one is

completely honest?

What happens then?

when all you want to do is

grow as a person, your own very individual

be everything to be okay

and at first they support you,

but then they don’t

something quite odd

It may seem unclear for you

but I can’t quite define who “they” are

at least for now, just for now

it all revolves around something

everyone revolves around something

do you think about what would happen

if that something or someone turns against you?

you wouldn’t know

your closest companions in life don’t stick with you

if it is hard with them by your side

imagine how much horrible it is

without them?

i just want them, like always

that’s not hard

(they) see this phase as

something very horrible

stereotyping everything

all you do is, create your own persona

your own self

trying to be the best

disappointment

honesty

someone by my side.

The thing is that i want to do everything; be in band, participate in school clubs, have good grades, get a job, be a good daughter, help the community, etc. Therefore as time goes on, i had a thought: in my life there is barely anytime to stop for a second and enjoy something as simple as a flower, its smell, but not just smelling it, but knowing its smell. But more importantly there is no time to think. So much happens to me everyday, and as i’ve said before i don’t get a chance to even have a deeper thought about something, or to reflex over my thoughts.

The result of this: sadness, confusion, disappointment, anger to self. As i approach the most important years of my life, i have come to reduce my time for everything; my time of sleep, study, eating, resting and, even hanging out with my friends.

These frustrates me so much, because i just want to be the best of the best. I’m afraid that my own expectations about myself will not be accomplished.This thought troubles my head more than anything. It’s just so much to handle, i don’t know if i can keep going like this. And it also bothers me the fact that, as the years go by, i get to spend less and less time with my family. I’m afraid to loose them. I’m afraid that the one person that use to be my best friend now, are getting farther and farther away from me, so distant.

Is there really an answer for these?, no, not unless you die. But otherwise, all its left is: make yourself happy, and once you have that, the huge pieces of the puzzle of life will come together.

They were just the bestest friends.

When the time came to really grow up, Kersyn got married to the love of his life. While Melvin proudly was the best man.

The years went by, and they just became closer and closer. The day also came when Kersyn has to take care of a family; he had one son called Rick.

It was just the perfect story. One day though, Kersyn’s wife, had to pick Rick up from school, while Kersyn stayed at home.

On their way back something happened. She was just driving, but suddenly all she and her son could see was bright red. An explosion. It had killed them instantly. Since that very moment Kersyn hasn’t been the same. Melvin misses him, the distance between them gets bigger and bigger.

Finally Kersyn decides that he has to move, to get away from this place filled with good but also very bad memories. But before he goes, he has one last trip to do. The cementery, to see the people that once was his entire world.

Melvin waits for his return.

I stare at the people go by

People fight, people go to war

They fight for power, they fight for death

You see the soldiers,

And they shout and they scream, and they call

They check on their families

they wanna come home

they wanna be heroes

They, they, oh wait

Did i tell you who “they” were?

No, i believe i haven’t

They’re the warriors

Warriors that shouldn’t be there

They fight for power, they fight fo death

You look, but do you really see?

Is there a reason for this?

Is there a reason for this?

This is how it ends.