I am in a land where the sun moves to the beat of the sand dripping from the hourglass.
I place the mask
Upon my face
So that I may hide
From the bitter taste
Stinging reality
Burning passion
As the words refuse to cease
The rope begins to fasten
They carve “You suck” into my skin
The skin so easily
broken
Who is to know
What is inside
until it is torn open
Poetry
I think that poetry is a really awesome way to write, although, I have never had much practice in it. I do not know the exact formatting of how to write poetry, but I would love to figure out how. I think it is interesting how so many ideas and concepts can be picked out of a small piece of poetry, and I would love to do this someday. I want to be able to move my readers in the ways that poetry is able to.
Flash Fiction
Evil Door Handles
If I were a deer, I’d be sad. Being secluded to the limits of one’s vision petrifies me. Seeing the world through orbs of black and white seems to obscure the beauty. Who knows if someone could even tell if they were bleeding; it could just look like water dripping down their skin…
The fluid glide of the light porcelain colored walls beside me distracts me from the people before me. I wonder if now I am a girl in deer’s clothing. The entire blur of the same ‘colors’ surround me, seeming to close in. Were they the original colors on the paint-pail of Earth, or was the rainbow? Maybe the mush of black, white, and gray are just colors with cloaks over them; hiding their true beauty that none of us can see.
“This is her room,” a deep mellow clear voice comes from the man ahead. His long white cloak blends in with the walls and everything else and just makes it more blinding. Was this what the start of the world looked like? I wonder if God got so blinded by the light, and that’s why things were created unevenly and seemingly incorrectly. After saying these words that hang in the heavy air, he pauses in his steps to turn towards a door that seems to finally be worthy.
A brisk hand with a pen propped between the middle and ring finger grabs the metallic handle that leads to the opening of the white door; such a simple object with a big responsibility. What if an object like that were to break? Would everything go to disaster in its path?
A whine echoes from the hinges that reminds me of the cry of something being pulled to its limits. The door swings when the hand pushes it forward and opens like the opening to a new world; urging you to enter with its unheard of boundaries. Colors now belong to this room, which is also much dimmer. It’s at that weird stage of lighting that looks as if the light is trying to grasp itself to go to full power, but it just can’t make it, leaving an uninvited dreariness. My eyes feel strange trying to adjust to the sudden new lighting, and white from the hallway still blotches my vision.
The doctor whom is obtained to the white coat had entered first, followed by the second figure, my mom, and then me. There is a new presence of pressure. Too many occupying too small of a space. The occupants who had claimed the space before us three entered consisted of three additional.
One being lays in a puffy hospital bed that takes up most of the space in the room. There are trays that hold various items and chairs lingering around the bed, as if pulling you in to make the bed the main focus.
“Hi…” I utter my small greeting while my eyes still scan the room. They finally give in to the pressure, and I stare at my friend. She is conscious, but doesn’t look completely so.
Slumped against the swarm of pillows, she responds back, but I barely hear it.
The room’s thermostat must have spiked. I glance around at all of the people in the room, now even more aware of their presence. They’re all breathing. Their heated air exits their body just to heat the air more, then drifts to others and they breathe it in. The continuous cycle of breathing heat makes my stomach churn and my head start to beat to an unknown rhythm. I start to feel liquid dripping down my skin and the tendrils in my head coil together in a painful embrace.
The people before me continue with their speaking, but I can no longer concentrate on them. A sickening prickling sensation starts to spread throughout my body like a disease infesting a whole land. I try to will the arms locked together inside my head to let go, but they just won’t. My vision still lingers on my friend again, dragging down her weary form.
I haven’t moved from my spot where I stand by the door; where the white from the outside hall still threatens to enrapture me. Everything on my body now seems to weigh a thousand times more than it had before. My clothes act as chains, my bracelets as handcuffs, and my shoes as shackles.
The arms seem to release each other with an abrupt decision. This sudden rebound creates a fuzziness that seems as if it is hiding its own sorrow. I’m not sure if I shut my eyes and missed it all, but when the sense regains itself, the picture before me is not the same as it had been before.
The world is a strange place where everything you know and live can change in the blink of an eye. A tyrant can change to be one of the beings that serve them, a high spirited joyful person can become depressed, a full of health person can die…
My sweaty palms are braced on the tile floor that provides barely any grip. Either the room had shifted, or it was just me. The floor is my companion as I use it for support. When had it gotten this close? My breath leaves me through parted lips that hold many words behind them of question. But the most easily distinguished feeling is my head. The inside is a labyrinth of unclearness and fog. I can feel my heartbeat thumping strongly in my feet and slowly decreasing in parts of my body as you went up. The blood had flown down from my head, leaving it in dizziness peril.
Aside from the lingering odd feeling inside my head, the outside of it holds a searing pain, and I instantly recognize what it is from. On my way down from my past position, my head had collided with that metallic door handle that had caught my eyes on the way in. It looked so harmless between the man’s fingers, but now it was a pain causing piece.
I feel the lurking sensation inside my body of all the eyes in the room watching me. Their eyes seem to delve into my body, but I don’t meet them. Sweat still trickles down my body, looking as if it is trying to pull me down even lower. Arms rapidly grasp ahold of me to help, but their touch feels strange. It’s like they aren’t even touching me. The doctors don’t even know me; they are just following their instincts.
I follow the many orders directed to me, but my mind is still drifting as I sit in the seat I am put in. I stare with an unmoving gaze at that door. It is just as white as the outside hall had been, and I hope it won’t erase me. I seem so dark and imperfect in comparison.
Doors lead to everything new in the world, but it doesn’t appear this was a good one. I wonder what door I will open next…
Flash Fiction Preview
It was an unsettling feeling. The feeling of being lost, even inside of myself. Who was to know myself better than me? But it felt like I was the one who knew the least.
A person can’t just walk up to his or herself on the street and ask a question, expecting an answer. The answer resides deep inside the dark holes in our heads that try every form of antics to keep us from finding them.
Deaths, family problems, society’s judgments; these are all a part of these strategies that try to pull human beings away from the answer inside their heads. Were these punishments purposefully placed at each of these particular points in my specific life? Was it all a conspiracy of some higher up organization?
Today, a new machine was invented that places a person inside of his or her own mind. The person may fight through each of these tough situations that has occurred in his or her life, to eventually unlock the answer to their life’s existence. Why are we here? Who are we? What is our purpose? Conquering the demons gives to light.
It was I who created this.
6 word story
Forever lost until we see clearly.
“I’d rather trust and regret, than doubt and regret.”
– Kirito (Sword Art Online)