Visiting HoursThe orange jumpsuit really didn't suit her complexion. But, then, they're not exactly intended to be fashion statements. The slow steps with which she moved, her lank hair and sunken cheeks weren't her either.I frowned as she took a seat across from me, "What were you thinking?" I tried to sound curious instead of judgmental.I needn't have tried. She simply lifted a shoulder listlessly, dismissing my question. "Nothing, really."Her appearance already had me so shaken, her attitude disturbed me even more, "Then why?"She lifted her eyes to meet mine, and there was such pain in their blue gray depths, so much strain that had pushed her to the breaking point, I had to look away. Shame that I hadn't seen her pain sooner filled me. Could I have helped? I had no way of knowing, but I wished I'd been able to try.Her quiet voice emphasized the hopelessness of her response, "What's it matter?"
Days 15 and 16Day 15Didn'tBroken windowIncriminating batGuilty lookAnd grass stained clothesYou glare and you yellGoing on aboutResponsibilityPlaying where stuffWon't get brokenBut, I said beforeAnd I'll say again,I DIDN'T DO IT!Day 16Stay A WhileAlways before, when I was afraid orMelancholy, you would hold my hand.I knew everything would be alright.Danger couldn't touch me, IRemember. And I rememberEverything stoppedAnd I forgot to breathe, hearing you wereMortal, like me. And you were gone.I sense your comforting presence,Nestled in your arms, everything'sGoing to be alright.
Thanks, LadyWelcome glimpsesIn the spring,Lakes of colorsDancing on the roadsideFlowing in the breeze.Lady Bird Johnson's legacyOffers this treat,Welcoming to our gazeEvery year,Returning for a distressinglyShort, but beautiful time.
Broken VowDaring the fates,Only you would make such a promiseNever one to fear what may lie ahead"There is nothing that will take me away."Gone now, despite your vow,Oblivion has taken you.
In the ShadowsWhere you fear the dark,I find it a lark.When your eyes cannot see,You will try hard to flee.Your desp'rate flight will be short,I will have the last retort.
NaPoWriMo Catch upReach (Day 9)Grand goalsTerrifyingly out of reach,Causing a paralyticLack of action.Break it down,Bit by bitIt can be done.Opinion (Day 10)Poison dribbleStaining the airOr inspirational blessingsIlluminating the dark.It could be eitherOr anything in between All dependingOn yourOpinion.Poison(Day 11>The snakeHissing into the earVenom drippingInto the brainDissolving synapsesUntil the mindIs the shapeThe whispererDesires.
AlaudidaeLittle Lark,The moon trembles with your wing beats.Do not let the wolves whittle liesinto your hallowed bones, for youwere never miniscule. You arecentimeters contorting into meters,minute millimeters morphinginto a colossal kilometer.Your shadow prowls the hunting grounds,but you are no killer. Kind heartedbirds are more than powerless prey.Loveliest Lark, surround yourselfwith temperate touches andweave wonder into those you come across.And while white fireflies blinkin their lighthouse language,know that there is hope slungbeneath your fluttering feathers.
Autumn ThrenodyIt is quarter to winter.This is my elegy tothe paint-chipped stepsand autumn crowns.To invisible breathsand pathsacross the yard and back.To summer-lungsand sweat.I mourn the loss of Scorpius,but welcome Orion.I hang my August wordsand trade my voice for frost.This is the death of back-porch nights,the barefoot gait,and birdsong.
Soar AwayClouds broodingWind coursingTrees thrashingLeaves flyingHair rushingSmile growingSoul dancingI soar away
TimeWe live by itThe infinite lives in it, nothing can stop himWe are like slaves who live only for the happiness of the LordWe can not escape reality, we live and die by itEvery second is a second lost less in our livesEvery little moment is golden because it is a moment that does not returnTime is a cruel master, immortal and infiniteThis killing us every momentYou can not escape us, not in the choiceWe are obliged to live knowing that we only have a futuredeathAnd that makes it worth lifeThe only certainty we have is the only reason that life itselfFor without this, that grace existed in livingWe would be world time for nothingWe'd live like fools and idiots who do nothing to be rememberedWho do nothing for recognition
HojarascasHell's colors burn brightOptimism among child'sJokes unheard in theAir's breezes; oh,Rampant racesAcross the lastingSun-dried leaves asCollapsing branches fall inAnother sweet Autmn day.
Thanksgiving TimeIt is autumn now and cold winds whistle.The leaves on the trees are already coloured.Soon, summer dreams walk in November gownsAnd veils of mist cover meadow land.At night, a host of stars looks down on tired souls.They sparkle brightly in the dark clouded sky.When sun rays steal the daybreak,Often frost will already come along with them.The cornfield in the valley is already cut.It was transformed into gold by autumn's hand.Then, when winter strides through the vast land,He will pay the time with his white tribute.Now, the harvest in the gardens is fully ripe.Its seeds were already sown in MarchAnd God's hands quietly nurtured the steady growth,Early in the morning through to the late evening.The dark cellar will be filled with many things:Vegetables, fruit, potatoes - big and small.When mother's caring hands fill empty plates,We will be grateful for these gifts we have.How wonderful sheltered with good graceIs the great world in the change of time!And when we wa
Bound Zangoose! What do you do!?Suggested by :iconnathanthelucario:You were walking to an abandoned hotel with some other people there. You were talking to some of them until you heard a muffled scream. The only one who was curious is yourself, so you went where the sound came from.When you came to the noise, you see a female Zangoose tied up in a spread eagle position. She was gagged with a big ball gag and she was also struggling very madly. You looked around if her captor was there, but didn’t see anyone.You decide to…A: Let her go.B: Let her go with you to your home.C: Take her as a slave/pet.D: Have “fun” with her.E: Tell the others at the hotel.F: Leave.G: Other stuff you have in your mind.
LadybirdsThese sweet red bugswith rounded belliesin spotted red coatsscurrying over leaveson warm sunny daysso it must be summer© Lissie Bull 2014
LighthouseLighthouseThrough the hillsClose but always so farLook to the skyBut all the stars are in the waterAnd the trees singNot crickets, but frogsCry "coquí! Coquí!"Lightning fishBlue streaks, soft clawsTear mirrors like midnight pearlsNebulaA universe born on an oarHandful of glitterStars born, burning brightGalaxy dust
Bright ShadowBright shadow,Edged in goldAnd green.The entire cycleIn one simple view.