Plastic

What’s it like

To be a mannequin?

Everything is perfect

In the world of plastic

Fine designer clothes

Fancy plastic hair

But what is a life

With no problem at all?

Is it wrong to enjoy

Life’s various problems?

Think of it this way

Rather live life

With a spice of drama

Than a flavorless fruit

On a colorless tree

Minuscule

Every time you strive for the kill

You end with the battle scars

It seems like a fire always loses its spark

In the rain of a broken heart

Serenity loves to play with my mind

I swear it almost devours me

But I’m out of money and care of the day

I’m a bug in the sap of a tree

Marathon

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! SMACK!

That alarm is going to be my worst enemy for the rest of my life but I know it’s also my best friend. It’s time to start the day again. The daily routine is screaming my name to get ready and I do, once again, not want to even see beyond my station for this morning. My work is exhausting, even though I don’t get paid. I have supplies to go off of before I go off every day so my health is never a problem, it’s just an all day, every day work. I stand up on the white premises and wipe my eyes. Everything is so freezing up here where I am. There is no one around, except for an occasional cargo-filled carrier. I’m dressed in a ton of blankets and I just hate striving to leave the comfort of my blankets. I reach over, grab my breakfast and suit up for the day. It’s going to be a long day like every one of them is, but I know that there is always a brighter side to this job. I stood up, grabbed my bag of belongings and prepared. I jumped off my temporary station and into the sky where I prepared to take my flight for the day. Everyone says that they would want to fly if they could, but it’s not always the greatest thing. Cloud Nine isn’t as great as it seems, either. Resting on a new cloud every night is like being a foster child being tossed from home to home every night and flying all day to realize you still have months to go is more frustrating. I’m soaring over the world, and no one can quite see me up here. Everyone just assumes it’s something other than a flying human. Not many know what I do and most wonder where I’ve gone. Just tell them I disappeared and I’m not coming back any time soon. Life is sweeter without the people of the world aside from those who hold a special place in your heart. High in the sky, no one wonders who you are or judges you because there is no one here. Even though this is a temporary flight for me, my life is pretty solitary for the time being. It’s a break from the cruel, cruel world. But these days will end and the months will too. The seconds will fly behind like smoke out of a fire pit, dissolve, and no longer be visible. At the end of this long flight I’ll be happy. I’ll travel my sorrow away and mine for my happiness if that’s what it takes. You may think that it’s not worth the time, the worry, the strength and energy, but there is always a present under every tree and a light to every blackened hallway. Flying halfway around the world seems bizarre to a simpleton, but to a lifeless, numb being, it’s a coping to a better life. My flight around this world will bring me to my life and my love. I’ll cherish the clouds I jump from night to night like a frog on a lily pad one day when I no longer hug a cloud to myself, but I hold you in my arms. They say there is a light at the end of every path and you are my light, my sunshine and my every day.

Good Night

I saved a spot for you, baby… Won’t be much longer and I’ll never have to worry about waking up or going to sleep alone… I still have your jumper to cuddle up to at night and the thought that keeps me going; that I will see you one day and never have to leave your side… Ten thousand miles could never compete with the love I have for you. Times are so hard, but I’ll be there soon. And whenever you’re upset, always remember who loves you… you’re right here with me in my arms.

Goodbye

Goodbye little, brown eyes
My sweet, majesty love
I'll rock you in my arms
But only in my grandest delusion
Don't cry for me, baby
Don't cry for me
Chin up for your brighter days
Here without me
Kisses to those nights
That you told me your love
But a kiss to my farewell
In my strenuous catastrophe
Seal your lips to the thought
That I never loved you
Because I remained in my coffin
Alive for you

Don't Speak A Word

Lost: Dark Paradise

I opened up Monday morning with this chill screaming through my bones. My eyes lit up as I gasped a bit from how cold I noticed it was. I stood up out of my bed and touched the floor and I thought I was stepping on the snow. The sheer cold pierced my feet and I felt my body trembling from the icy shards of carpet biting my feet. I walked to my closet and grabbed my blue and white jumper. Size "small", a small number eighty-six to my left shoulder, and 7 clasps down the center. I walked to the drawers of my dresser, grabbed a pair of socks and put on my grey sweatpants, put on my grey and black striped beanie, and slipped on my shoes. I crossed my arms to cradle my crying arms with the sharp shaven hairs standing up broadly like a pledge. I could see the breath exiting my mouth with flashbacks of me as a lad blowing out smoke and pretending I was some sort of ritual Japanese dragon. I only found an aura of light around my body and by the objects around me. Everything was black and white everywhere that I looked. The walls were black and the floors as well, but I could guide myself to walk through the little flares of lights. There was no color whatsoever. I looked in the mirror that was mounted on my dresser that I normally primp myself with my make-up and flat iron to see something that made me heart stop and a heat wave run through my body. In front of my face was this monster... staring back at me with a menacing glare. It grinned at me with teeth like Albion swords and eyes like the dark abysses of the ocean. Its body was color-filled like a normal human with a drained complexion and dark, shaded crevices. Its long black hair, matted and tangled, hanging below the shoulders. I stood at a stupefying image as I skim the arms of this evil thing in my mirror. I looked at the top of the shoulders and my eyes followed a trail of bladed cuts down the arm as they continued to get darker and darker progressing down the arms. The darkest was on the wrists and they screamed at me. I looked back to its eyes, still peering back, and back to the arms watching as the scars suddenly split open and spilled blood. I looked at the thing and yelled at it, "What are you doing?! Stop it!", but he just stopped and stared back at me with the same grinned look. Its eyes... they began tearing up... but not with tears of a normal human, but the blood of its own. The blood poured down its body as I turned my head. I couldn't look at it any longer. I opened my door and walked down my hallways. All the picture frames were empty with white sheets taking the place of the family portraits that were once present. I walked out into the kitchen, then out of my back door. I stepped out of my door to see a black sky with no stars or moon... just a black painted canvas. The ground was blackened just the same as the sky. It looked like the porch was floating atop the air. I looked around me and there were no people... no houses... no life. There were no trees around me like there normally were. It’s like I woke up in space; like I’ve kissed a dark aura. I walked onto my porch, looked up and screamed out, but I then noticed that I was making no noise. I was completely dumb. I didn’t know what I was to do now because I felt like I was alone again. That monster in the mirror… what was it? How could this evil exist? But I guess that I was experiencing the life that was beyond this planet, because positively, there is nothing like this on earth whatsoever. I could tell I was not on earth, but where was I?