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Julia Smith Nov 2011
I sat awaiting him. He had not told me he would visit me tonight but I knew he would. He had never missed a night.

I sat awaiting him. It was getting late but I knew he would arrive. Every creak of the stairs or tap on the window facing the big oak tree outside my room would make my heart beat faster. I slowly started to doubt my previous certainty that he would come. He said he wouldn’t. Why did I think otherwise?

The quiet course of beats pulsing from my radio left me alone with only the music and my thoughts. The hums from the radio were lulling me into a sleep I had not planned for. I had been waiting for awhile now. The song was changing. A new, hastened beat, one that woke me up. I was attempting to recall the title when he entered.

I had never even heard him coming up but then again, when did he ever make a noise? He was as silent as the dead.
Julia Smith Nov 2011
I see everything from up here
I am a watcher
I see disagreements in the streets
I see the remnants of war, and the flickers of the past coming back to life
I see a couple kiss
I see the calm this action has on others
I see the absolute strength of love trying to overpower hate
I see it in the mother’s eye
I see it in the musician’s chords
I see it the city move along
Without a clue of what I have seen.
Julia Smith Nov 2011
The darkness seaped through,
clouding the sun and my light,
And the storm begins.

And oh,
the rain falls and the drops
clear,
blur my vision and I see that,
The storm begins.

And oh,
the light is fading and I say
Goodbye to what I know,
for nothing will ever be the same,
because,
The storm begins.

And oh,
the darkness is consuming,
devouring my hope,
a sense of nostalgia overwhelms me,
because now all I have is a was, had
and all I can do is want, need
because the storm destroys.
Julia Smith Dec 2012
The world moves quick
or it doesn't move at all.
It shouts at you, for you
or it's quiet.
What do you prefer?

With peace and silence
comes inaction.

With chaos and noise
comes purpose.

I'm stuck in the middle
but I don't know if that's a place where you can be
or a place where I want to be.

— The End —