My little piece of the “five sentence story” competition.
Don’t let me show happiness, the delusion never last.
Don’t let me show weakness, I might like the feel.
Don’t let me show evil, though, I know i can hate.
Lover, I am worried, am fading fast.
Could you love me more just a little, I hope I haven’t burdened you!
Come with me, hide with me, together we escape, pretend we’re somewhere else.
Temple One & katty Heath;
I built a mansion, just around the corner of my sanity.
Each brick, molded precisely to match every memory ever made.
No shadows, silhouettes, or presence permitted, I declared.
Then I heard it.
A soft knock on the door, prompting me to open the door, open my soul, my heart, but I can’t.
It going to spill out, all the memories, the pain, joy, hope, despair.
Especially hope, a terrible gift to loss;
Flood me like the wave of a wicked tide
“go away, private sanity” I say! no reply,
just a soft thump that create a rhyme in my heart.
Of fear? of peace? Still unknown.
A thump to remind me there is a world outside,
Av’ lived it. Hence, my mansion
The feeling between fear and love will never have a place in my mansion, I promise.
It still goes on.
What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I’d realized it sooner.
-Colette
I will smile,
Whatever it takes to fool this town
I will give everything I have,
But my freedom
As I grew up,
My problems aged as well
The story of the poor boy on the news
Was another tale of c’est la vie!
I will learn, I promise
Perfect is the enemy of good, they say
I put it out of my mind,
Long enough to call it courage
I will believe, I promise
How rare and beautiful it is
That I exist,
That’s the chorus to my song.
sol·dier
ˈsōljər/
noun
1.
a person who serves in an army.
Signed our last name to history
Plastered on the wheels of uncertainty
Full of live, full of strength
Was the motto in our mind.
No one warned us of the hallow
No one warned us of the hereafter
We marched in head first.
Armatures at war, strangers to everything
We promised we will be back,
Another lie from the front line.
Back deep in the sand, hands pleading out,
We are surrounded by the soldiers aiming down
Our life’s now in the hands of those we sought to take.
As life flashes before our eyes,
We heard a voice proclaim, “lay your weapons down, there calling off the war”.
On the grounds of winning streak
Of those that have laid, hands pleading out.
Hereafter, the suffering viciously begins
What is left of the body, is brought back for repairs,
But the mind forever tainted from the horror of uncertainty
The good in a broken man, gives the bad a place to hid.
different
we squandered our resistance,
for a pocket full of mumbled promises
only hearing what we want to hear,
and disregard the rest.
Our story seldom told,
Till one day we had enough
we break patterns and breakdown
dig, dig, and dig
as we swear out revolution to the earth
to reclaim promises once made
Better to burn out than fade way, we proclaimed.
‘bon courage’, they hailed
uncertain of the part ahead, we march on.
God damn, and God bless for small favors.
fam·i·ly
noun: family; plural noun: families
1.
a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household.
“Hey dad.”
“Hey, baby! How’s school going? Miss home already? Want me to come pick you up? I won’t tell your mum”
“Haha.., yes dad, I miss home, but not coming home yet. I just wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Oh, is something wrong?”
“Nothing serious, I just wanted to ask if I could get a room off campus? I know it not really safe or what we talked about, but the walls are really thin. Music is not allowed after light out, and I woke my friend up last night from my nightmare.” I explained.
“Oh.” he voiced. His always uncomfortable about these things, and that’s exactly why I called him instead of my mom.
“But, what if the same happens in the new place?” he reasoned.
“I thought about that, and that why am going to find a room with thick walls with a little distance from the other roommate or I won’t move out.”
“Hmm, I don’t like this idea, and your mom is definitely not going to like it.”
“I know, but I really don’t want to wake people up every night.”
“And you don’t wanna go see someone about this dreams.” he argued.
“Nothing yet dad, plus they’re just dreams.”
“When will it be, pup.” using his nickname for me.
He was quiet for a while. He hates that I don’t talk to someone about my dreams, but I argue that am fine because truly I am. Am not scared of the dark, I willing chose to be friendly, and I don’t have any other emotional problems aside from the scary dreams; it might sound weird, but am happy to come out with just bad dreams. I don’t think I’m emotionally, or physically strong enough to let myself remember my past. Deep down I know I had a horrible past, I see the result everyday when I look at my sister, but I don’t remember the exact details. The doctors that talked to my parents said my brain has chosen to repress the bad memory, and I couldn’t be more thankful.
Amara, my sister was adopted when she was eleven, and she started seeing a therapist immediately, courtesy of our parents. Although, they were trying to help, but the sessions had the opposite effect on her. Ama doesn’t talk, only on very, very rare occasion. Whatever she remembered scared her to silence. She is terrified of sudden sounds ,new people, open space and so on. Now you understand why I am happy with just bad-dreams, at least I get to live my life without fear.
“Alright, pup! Lemme talk with your mom about it” he finally said.
“Ok, thanks dad.” I replied knowing I have gotten my way.
“You wanna talk to your sister’s or brother?” he asked.
“Bow have been texting me nonstop, and I face-timed ama a few hours ago, is shel’s there?”
“Yh!, here he comes, love you pup”
“Love you too da-da.”
“Hey grace” Sheldon practically yelled in my ears.
“Hey buddy! How you doing, miss me yet?” We made a bet that he was gonna miss very much, pretty soon.
“Psst! Are you a controller, and will jump when I press the buttons?
“What are yo…..Oh, your stupid video game.”
“Yep, I didn’t even noticed you left the house, where did you go again?”
“Haha! Very smooth lil bro, very smooth, but I miss you tho..”
“Yeah, whatever.” he said timidly. His ten and he is already acts like a typical male.
“Alright kid, when mum get home tell her “I miss you” what did I say?”
“To tell mum “I miss you””
“Ha! You said it.”
“NO, I didn’t…..I was just saying what you said.”
“Same difference bro, gotta go now, love you..Ha! You said it” I hanged-up without giving him a chance to reply.
**Note to self**
Start looking for apartments.
bad·ass
ˈbadˌas/
noun
1.
a tough, uncompromising, or intimidating person.
“Let go!.” Davis yelled.
“It too late man, there is no saving him now that they have him.” Ceal replied knowing he was talking to deaf ears.
“Am not letting that bastard go this time. Let go!” Davis basically ordered.
“Listen, all we can do now is fucking pray and wait.”
“Am Catholic. I don’t pray, I just ask for forgiveness after.” he snared as he walked out. Well I guess we are the bloody cavalry then, Ceal thought to himself as he followed behind.
It not a phrase.
All authority, and every victory is his’. Yes! I believe in God, and I damn sure will overcome!.
**I just feel like i have to stress this**
She tried to drown the darkness, but it turns out they swim perfectly!
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.
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