HOME; Making Friends

Every new friend is a new adventure….the start of more memories.
Patrick Lindsay.

As soon as I walked out of my last class for the day, I saw Carol and ‘the dolls’. I was immediately reminded to called my dad to further discuss my new-found idea of living off campus, but I had to go get lunch first because my stomach was not having this new diet streak of having water for breakfast. I turned the other direction to avoid tea parties, talk, but unfortunately my feet weren’t fast enough.

“Hey, grace”. Carol hollered.

“Heyyy…..Carol” I replied, trying to seem like I didn’t see her while walking out of the class. 

“Where you going..” she playfully sang.

“Am just going to get lunch” I really didn’t want her hearing my conversation with my dad.

“Cool, i was going to eat too.”

“What about your friends.” I pointed to the girls talking behind her.

“I just meet them in my class, not really friends”

“Don’t you wanna get to know them. You know, make new friends.”

“No, they were being mean to the prof, and kept talking about shoes and stuff.”

“You talk about shoes too.”

“Yeah but not that much.”

“Whatever let’s go.” I guess she was tagging along.

We got to the cafeteria which I have to admit is really impressive. It has four stations; Heal; the healthy food section., Dill Strauser; the burger joint, Castrol; the fancy place where chef’s make the food, and Express; The any-kind-of-drink you want place. This is one of the many cafeterias in the school. We went to Heal to get some salad from the salad bar, and I choose a spot at the back so I could talk without being disturbed, or being the disturbance.

“You only had peppers in your salad, that’s weird” Carol observed.

“I got some cucumbers too”

“No cheese, tomatoes or eggs.”

“She refused to melt the cheese, so lemme alone.”

“Who eats salad with melted cheese?”

“I think you mean people should eat salad with melted cheese.” I smiled. We ate our launch, and just chatted about new people in our classes for a while.

“I need to talk to my dad about getting a room off campus.” I conversed.

“What! why do you want to leave the dorm? Is it because of me? ”

“What! No! I just don’t like it. The walls are thin, and I have loud nightmares.” I said with a matter-of-fact face without realizing what i was saying. I do that sometimes, i just blunt out the first thing that comes to mind without giving it more thought.

“Oh.” she said quietly as she looked at me weirdly. Good, I though to myself, now you can stop trying to be my friends…..am all kinds of weird.

“O ooh, we can go apartment shopping together!” she announced cheerfully. I exhaled heavily. I guess this one is sticking.

“Probably, I have to talk to my dad first though.”

“yeah, of cos!.

**NOTE**

Remember to always have headphone on, so you can pretend you don’t hear people calling.

Give me a mention

Give me a mention, please.

This is the starting of my greatest

the still air, like we are frozen in time

and every sound a loud echo.

Holding my breath,

his walking, step of confident exhumes him.

One after the other. How? I ask myself

I stretch my hand, I just wanna ask

maybe, he will give me a mention

to whatever source the strength pours from.

HOME

HOME;
It is not just where you lay your head.

This is a story am working on. I already have two episode written in my blog, then i realize i don’t have an introduction, or a synopsis of what the story is about so here it goes……,

Grace is a student at a prestigious ivy leagues college. She and her little sister were adopted into a very beautiful family that she now proudly calls her own, but every night she is hunted by her dreams which are the memories of her dark childhood that her subconscious mind has kept locked in a box.  She is sarcastic, funny, happy, and brilliant as long as she doesn’t remember. She wins competitions, create lasting relationships, and happy memories for herself to keep the darkness at-bay. She creates a home for herself.

 

**This story is a humorous and happy story with just a touch of sadness, and a lot of interesting characters to come.**

Anonymous Anonymous! 02

They all traipse in like bunch of high school student who are being sent to detention. Stan, the group coordinator welcomed everyone in his usually calm voice.

“Good to see you guys. Today we are going to start as usual, we will go around in turns summarizing how our weeks has been.” looking to his right, he said,

“Jamie, you wanna start.”

“No, thanks. I will pass!”

“It wasn’t a question.”Stan deadpanned

“Why the fuck did you ask me then?”he said angrily, “you be doing this shit thinking you cute,”

“Jesus!?, am just trying to be polite to your cranky ass, now quit your whining and tell us about your week.”

“Well, if you are so interested, I almost got fired this week.”

“why?, do you mind sharing ?

“No”

“Jamie you-”

“If you FUCKING tell me I have to…I will rearrange your stupid smile to the right proportion”

“Just talk!”

“During a busy hour at the grocery store…my fucking shift manager told me to announce something on the intercom, he knows I don’t like talking on that shit, so I added a little flavor to it.”

“What did you say?” Morgan asked

“Ladies and gentlemen, the meat section are now 70% off, but ask yourself, why would we do that?”

They all laughed. “That was just one person’s week, I wonder what the rest is going to be” Morgan thought to himself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Alive!

I’m alive!

I know when we grew up our shadows grew up too, but

I’m alive

all my life I’ve being afraid of falling backwards, and moving forward, but

I’m alive

my progress was like making faces in the dark, but

move on I will!

oxygen reminds me of what I have lost, yeah

I’m alive

when the wolves come out to play I run and hide

in that moment I think back to everything, and i realize

Am still breathing, I am alive!!

Dark Hollow

Help! Help! am drowning,

In the violent sea of the promises you never made

you bore me yet you buried me with every breath

your footstep, a dirge to my fragile heart

My heartbeat sycophants with thy footstep as you welcome your presence

the one picture of me smiling is a dream in it’s making

this look of sadness bares no resemblance to the dark hole in the chest you hollowed

It started like a movie with no hopes for a happy ending, then made the nightly news

The scenes play out in slow motion  in my head everyday

I don’t know how to fast forward, if I did, I would memorize it

The sheep she led me to wants more than I can speak

If I see a bright light I promise I will follow.

I though the hell was never-ending so I took to my wrist

turns out you were right I am a coward indeed!

tracks meet in your car and complicates my plans for you

even then, your memories like spiked torn in my being

the part you played in reforming my silhouette is the best of your effort

I don’t know what your truth is, if I did I would bury it

Someone, tell me what happened after the first shot

I don’t remember any of it, don’t want to, but tell me

I wish I was innocent in a bad way but I found that i am reticent in my own strength

I wish this heart could bleed out right

I won’t fight it, fight how rare and beautiful it is to merely exist.

 

 

 

 

 

Outlaws

I would say love your flaws, and

live for your mistakes if they weren’t coming

If i wasn’t comatose in pain

baby, Run

They found the evidence

My love, Run

Because they saw the evidence you didn’t bother to hide

Run,

because your pride is a demon in disguise

And my love is a true example of broken glass

Run, my pride

For, when it is all done i will still be out here waiting to be outlaws

There are no winners when the die is cast.

 

Author

Do not mistake my quite for dunce

for every second a new thought is formed

in my brain, it is stored

yes, just twist the dagger in a little more

as I moan in pain, I refuse to satisfy you with my tears

just a little air Oh just a tiny space

in there, a method to my madness

draft, review, finalize, and publish it all in your honor

they call it revenge but I call it Revenge

the author of your pain, will I be

and trust me I know how it ends

I wrote the book.

 

 

 

Void

Like a swirling black hole

that turns into a hallucination

It sucks, and just keeps sucking

It demands, outrageous but committing

It presence, yielding yet terminable

the feeling, melancholy yet content

we all have that thing, they say

that reduces us to nothing when offered

slaves to our needs

yet, you judge me for mine

I know, i know what i have

don’t try to understand my void, if you don’t know the story

 

 

Penchant

This is all for you

every scar, every swallowed scream.

I promise, it’s all for you

I will lay my life for you

I took the offer for you

The marks are for youmy love’s autograph.

all of them, my sign of love for you.

The curfews were for you

My short fuses were because of you, all for your sake.

I believed you when you promised I will be safe

ooh, I can’t wait

for when I can put it out of my mind long enough

long enough to call it courage— or at least pretend to.