Mind and Heart at War
Poetry…
Broken glass in the trash
Love is what…
Behind the Tears of War
Frightened screams of soldiers, doctors, woman, and even young children cried, and seemed to wail throughout the town hall. Then, there was a thunderous clap that bellowed over the whole town. You couldn't see for miles ahead of you, and breathing surely did not come easily. Most people were horrified by what had happened, no one believing that such an act could ever take place in our "home". I was confused at first, but managed to whip my head around just in time to see the destruction. Not even a third of a mile away from us the Town hall had burst into flames. Ash flew in every single direction as flames danced across the air. The building came tumbling down faster than lightning could strike...I yanked my sister by her arm in a haze, tumbling over my own feet as we ran away from the falling building. The first thing heard were the screeches that came from the building. It was a horrifying sound of metal scraping against metal, as flame infested walls, and concrete scattered for miles along the territory where the Town Hall had once stood. I'd be afraid to say it was a miracle that the impact didn't kill immediately, for the irony of the whole situation was too terrifying. I was in a panic. I had no idea what I was to do next. But I did know this one thing. We had to get the hell out of there. "Katrina, don't stop. We need to keep going!" I stumbled across the words in my chest. There was a dark cloud of ash and debris. It was hurdling at us with such a constant that it seemed as if to great to out run. "Right now Katrina!" I yanked at her arm yet again, for she was too mesmerized by the whole ordeal to think straight.…
Hush... It's a secret (on hold for awhile)
A slam across my face, a scream, and then I collapsed. Anger, and his breath fully alive with the smell of alcohol on it. His eyes under some sort of trance. He changed, who is this man. This man, I was afraid of this man, this man. I didn't want to know him. Who is he? I heard the loud steps coming toward me again. Three kicks to my stomach leaving a burn though out. Pain. I couldn't breath couldn't move. Pain. "Don't talk to me like that! I am your father!" He yelled. "You are not my father!" I screached. "You killed him along with my mother." I growled the word out harsh. He grabbed my chin with a deathly tight grip, and jerked my head towards him. "Don't you EVER say that!" He growled back. His free hand landing across my face again, and again.That's before I could here the sirens in the distance. Cop or ambulance? I couldn't tell but my vision started to slip. My head started to pound and then...…
Broken Watch
poetry.…