Empircal Feelings

Ash- may burn as bar-ley
and the
day may burn so early
Lyrical brother to delight like the feather
worst is worst come to fight
the smile, the kiss to bring light
we played, we fought, and loved together
but ends delight the ending twins
of bitter and sad thus lonely spins
next of kin, mirrors broken together
to vex, to test that lyrical brother
but said I to the coming new, "Too Old!"
for the ending in hearty weakling fold
so troubled as I
I said "me" to I
Also says I more words
to blast her memory high
but she stayed high
Like a fortress liken
only to a girl hurt as she

He Spoke Mono

There is a boy in the back room, his collar is red. He blends into the black velvet curtains. Invisible. He waits in silence, but no one here wants to go to him. I didn't even know he was there until last night, but he cries a lot so you might not want to get close or you can get a little wet if you want to. But as for us, we will stay clear, even this distance is close enough, I feel sick. Another warning, he is really angry and hurt, that is why his collar is red. It keeps him there in that back room, hidden from the rest of us. No one here doesn't even go near him, but we know we couldn't get that collar off. It is too hot, even if you think about it too much, my head starts to hurt. Lets talk of something else. Yeah... this is a strange place, I only started going here last week, but all these people are something dead. A part of something dead, at least- they smell. I can distinguish the smell, but even I am getting tainted, I bring perfume, really potent, could even knock you unconscious, but it doesn't last long in this place. I am becoming tainted. I have to separate myself constantly I don't want to smell dead and not know it. They don't seem to mind though, they just walk around and whisper in corners, they are afraid to disturb each other, but their murmurs drive each other crazy. They are paranoid, I am paranoid. Did you see that shimmer! Oh! I really hope that ghost doesn't talk to me again. He spoke to me to me last time and I froze for the entire night. I almost broke my ankle when I was released, because I had no strength to stand after. You learn to ignore the dull whispers after while, it is almost like you are in a hive. I don't know where the honey is though. I know I should shut up because I am making no sense, but seriously, if you had sense you would leave. Oh! You're gonna stay? Your brother is here! Your friend you say. He must be a close friend to be a brother. I had a brother once, he got swept away in that river, the one that never stops. From what I heard, it won't stop until some guy put it under his foot. I wonder what kind of shoes he will be wearing? Not sandals because that won't stop any water, it will just pass through...

Dream

In a empty stone room I asked, "Is this the end?".
"This is only the beginning", the guard replied.
I started to turn and whispered, "I've got to get out, I have to leave", the walls were full of puzzles.
Someone spoke again,"This is only the beginning, you cannot escape the end. You cannot escape your end." Suddenly, I didn't want to leave, this place looked so wonderful. Look at that angel! She is called my mother's name. She sat wasting time in a small box... like me and I felt comforted.
I screamed, "Madness, where's the exit? NO! Get away! You're crazy, isn't there a way out? I heard myself whimpering, "There too much blood and so many faces! Why are they crying? Why am I here?" With tears streaming down my face I heard a voice, "Turning is useless, you turn from one Thing only to meet another Thing. Those are monsters and they have come to consume you... if you move".
I stood still in a room of stone, a stone box and there was only one man. Then the man who was the guard appeared and spoke to me again.
"You cannot leave this place of horror and bliss, you will be trapped in this place of nothing and see everything. Nothing is hidden from you, but you are blind.
Without moving I felt my back against the floor covered in blood, but it was silk and still tried to turn with no avail. I squinted confused. There was no ceiling... I turned my head... no walls. The floor! I was suspended in the darkness. I stiffened trying not to fall.
"Is this the end", I asked. I felt a breath on my back, it whispered, "This is only the beginning". Suddenly it became a laughing screech and then a tortured roar. Dark blue tendrils looking like fire wrapped around my form, twirling upwards and fading with my passing. I was falling. Screams jolted me out of my sleep. I looked to the flashing television. Images of blood and war seared my mind. The screen filled with the face of a crying baby. On the wall a clock ticked, it looked like a puzzle. On the wall also hung a canvas that depicted a savage image from Left4Dead. I had painted it last month. The room tilted, exhausted I fell weakly onto the softness of my pillow. The lamp on the stand next to my bed lit up a picture of my mother smiling at me while she held a young child. Her image blurred. Why is she in a box? ... the room went dark.

Looking Out the Window

He climbed the wall like one of those stupid spiders, complete with hairy legs and all the after images of a nightmare. I shivered watching Spike, our three year old monkey make his way along the naked water pipes. I could almost imagine him as King Kong, but the King never went through a mass of metal tubes... "Stupid Spike you have to come down sometime", I raised my eye brows at him. He just glanced at me, then twisted his head and hissed at the window. The sun barely lit the dank recesses of our bug invested window well. I remember playing in those searching for rare spider species or hoping I would find some creature never seen before. It was the hope of a child and the fear. I looked into those secret dirt holes and peered in the gravel crevices with the greatest anticipation only to come out empty handed except with a little more fear of the unknown. I wanted to know. But what would it help if I did. I would only be scared out of my mind and never return there again. I peered down at the sticky pop cans littered at my feet and felt sick. I knew drinking so much soda wasn't healthy, but that was what I called a good Saturday night. Your most boring laziness beneath a bunch of sticks with a hairy creature to ignore you. Loneliness. I listened once more for the groaning noise of the garage door that would announce the return of my parents from their weekend trip to the Coast. They were both busy with work all the time, leaving early and arriving home late. They used the weekend to escape and leave me trapped. I often made my own dinners. I even stayed home from school some days when I didn't feel like going, who was there to make me go anyways. It was a privilege most teenagers don't get. But how would I know, maybe they liked school because it was better than home. I rolled my eyes once again and sighed as I sunk my body heavily against the folding metal chair. I sent the cans clanking away as I pushed my feet out. Why was I wearing sandals with socks? I wish she would call me. Man! I wish Jack would call me. Boring Jack, hanging with his girlfriend seemed to be all he did these days, ever since the summer. She said she would call me. Leaning my head back I looked at an upside down monkey still staring into the window well. "Spikyy", he continued to stare out the window, "Spike!". He look at me, rubbed his hands and looked back out the window. I frowned at him. Am I looking at a depressed monkey? He looked even more depressed as there was barely any light coming through the window. It was all turning into a blue cold evening. I sighed again and got up pulling lightly at the lamp string over my head. Yellow light illuminated the concrete floor and boxes teetering against the wall. There really was no door to the basement, only a small wooden latter lead up to an opening that lead right to our back entrance. This place was so empty. I knew my parents weren't coming home. I would have friends over, but seeing as I only had one, I guess he would be busy. I thought of Jane again. Why did I think of her? I asked myself again what was wrong with me. I started to kick one of the cans up against the wall. Looked out the window, without even noticing Spike... In my memory I kicked a can across the road and I heard Jane's voice as it rang through the hot summer air of August."You stay in your house a lot". She said this and went quiet again and looked back down the white sidewalk. I could only say one thing, "Its my house". I walked over to her as she stared down the lane of cookie-cutter houses. I stared down at her hair as it shone in the high-noon sun. She continued to stare, I sat next to her. Why was she here, in front of my house? "Did you enjoy your summer", I asked. She responded quickly, "Yeah, I guess". I frowned at her, then smiled, "What did you do?". "Not much". I frowned again. "Well, I will tell you about the most exciting summer ever". She turned her head to me, "Yeah, what did you do?" I lied, "I went to the Coast, spent almost two months there actually. But we wanted to spend the rest of the summer home, that is why I am in my house a lot. Plus, I guess the neighbor was sick of taking care of Spike" Jane laughed, "I still cannot get over that you have a pet monkey, I thought only people in India that sorta of thing and celebrities". I smiled, "We're pretty exotic! Love doing all sorts of strange things together". "I am glad your family does things together, my parents just fight all the time".