I stand on the edge, feeling the cool breeze whip
at my face. Tears started to trickle down my face, falling
from my chin and hitting the pavement below.
I felt myself tip forward, the edge leaving the soles of my feet.
For other people, this was suicide. For me,
This was freedom.
And I knew right then, that
I was going to die.
Where was I going?
My life was falling.

Everything was cold and dark
I can't see. Everything is misty
I'm cold and thirsty.

“Where am I?”

“It's ok. Everything will be alright.”
A black vine wrapped around my shoulder and more soon followed
They started to wrap itself around, warming me like a blanket.

I close my eyes feeling the vines pulling me back
into a wall, that slowly consumed me.


“STOP!”


My eyes flung open, hearing those words.
My breath stops for a brief second and waits.


“I WON'T LET YOU GET AWAY!”



A slicing sound cuts through the air and for a minute......
…...the world stops.

The vines around me break and crumble
from the wall it bound me to.
The mist around me fades
and I see rays of sun come out.
There are buildings with blood painted on every wall.

I drop to my knees, the vines still
coiling around my body, and
for the first time for I could remember........


…..I Cried.

Knick Knack, Patty whacks
Give away a soul
This old man just paid his toll.

Twinkle, Twinkle little Rat
How I wonder where you’re at
Down below the world so high
Like a poet you abide
Twinkle, Twinkle little Rat
How a poet you should act.

It’s raining, it’s pouring
The Titans a roaring
We went to bed,
They ate our heads
and now we’re a luring.

Happiness reflects someone.
It reflects someone and their lives.
Happiness could be alone, friends, family, books, or even computers.
You could go on a trip and that would just make you happy.
You could go to the next town and still be happy.
Happiness can be anything.
If your happy while doing something,
that’s happiness for you and only for you.
Books, lets start with that happiness.
You could read a book and then get excited or sad.
It fills fantasy, thoughts, imagination, and knowledge.
That could be happiness for some people.
Friends are second.
Friends are with you wherever you go.
It could be from a book or in your imagination.
They could be in school, your car, on the web
Heck, even people at the gas station!
Friends are with you wherever and you don’t know it.
Family
Everyone loves their family, right?
Maybe.
But even so, loved ones do care about you,
even if your family is just your friends.
Happiness is everywhere.
What’s yours?

The moon rose huge in the sky.
It’s craters visible against it’s milky complexion.
Stars danced as if it were a campfire,
burning and crackling in front of them.
It’s amazing how the moon has been confronted,
beaten, and analyzed.
It’s face shaped as if it were sleeping,
frozen in time. Stars appear as the night draws on.
Being born or dying.
Clouds move across the starry sky, wrapping the moon
in a blanket. It seems that the moon is sleepwalking in it’s sleep.
Stumbling, rolling, falling.
Stars catch him as he does and as he reaches the horizon,
the sun comes back, glowing brightly.
As it never seems to sleep, but the moon just
stumbles and falls,
Stumble and falls...

Darkness is the way people move.
I walk out at night and see shadows lurking around me.
I lurk around myself, watching the people
pass by, never noticing me.
I walk silently,
not wanting to be accused, noticed, seeable.
I move the way people move, blending in.
I’m alone.
I don’t want to be alone.
Every darkness has a light and my light has been found.
I walk past everyone now,
wanting to be noticeable.
My light shines brightly,
with friendship as my oil.
I smile every time I see them
and I never want to stop.
It make’s me happy.
And I hope…
I hope it makes them happy too.

Rainy days are most calm.
I hear the pitter patter or sometimes the thuds. When I write this
I look out the window and stare. When I do
I think of people I just met and wonder
what they’re doing. Are they in school?
Are they sick?
Are they happy?
I wonder these questions about people. I wonder things like what’s my family doing? How are my friends?
All these questions can be answered, but are never asked.
If I’m driving through town, I look at people who pass by and think
‘I can see you, but I don’t know you. I don’t know what you’re doing,
what you’re going to do, or what you’re thinking
All I can do is sit and watch you pass by.’
These are what I think on rainy days.
And now I wonder…
What do you think?
On rainy days?

I stare out the window
It’s raining outside,
not too hard,
not too soft.
It’s as if we were going to school at midnight.
Shoes squeak past me as I sit.
It’s quiet, but I decided not to speak.
I hear the mumbling of people.
Some talk, some don’t.
I’m sitting here wondering,
What is it like?

I stare out at the drowsy day
the raindrops pounding the rooftop above me.
The water falling off the rain gutter,
filling it up and overflowing

I sigh, my breath visible in the air.
I wrap the blanket even tighter around me
feeling the cold air pass through the thin blanket.

I watch my neighbor bring a basket across the street
struggling to carry a basket and an umbrella.
She knocked on the neighbor's house across the street
I remembered they just had a baby and was a few weeks old.

I looked back at the door and shivered.
My lungs locked up and I started to cough violently.
My eyes widen at the sight of the red liquid.

I realized that I didn't have much time left
I lowered my hand so that it was resting on my lap.
I gently smiled and looked back outside and saw the rain stopped.
'I guess......it's time.'

I stare at the sky wondering when the time will come
when we come, when we go
I close my eyes, drowsiness taking over and slowly went to sleep
I wake up to sun in my face and a girl sitting next to me looking up into the trees
I slowly got up and the girl looked at me.
“Oh! Good, your up. I thought you died.”, She said looking back up at the trees smiling.

“Do.....do I know you?”, I answer uncertainly.

A force of weight slammed into my backside, falling beside me laughing.
A child no older than 7 with ***** blonde hair stared at me with wide blue eyes.

“H-Heidi, is this really....”, the boy moved closer, almost touching my arm.

The girl named, Heidi, nodded and with that nod the boy fell into my lap
rubbing his face into my shirt, almost sobbing

“Ah! I-uh.....um...”
I softened my look of surprise and shifted the boy's weight so that he was sitting on my lap
I slowly took the embrace and ,uncomfortably, hugged him.
The girl, Heidi, suddenly started to break out in tears
I slowly shifted toward her, with the boy on my lap.

“Hey.”
She stares at the ground, tears streaming down slowly her cheeks.
“Um...Hi.”
I took a deep breath and slowly put my arm around her shoulders
I took my other arm and grasped the boy's arm
and pulled both of them into a hug.
The girl stiffened, but loosened up and slowly embraced the hug.
The boy looked up at me and tugged at my shirt.
“Uh...um..your probably wondering who I am and who she is right?”
I nod and the boy looks at the girl.
“Can I?”
The girl moves in front of me and smiles.
“As you know I'm Heidi. I had one daughter.”
I froze. What made her so familiar?
I look down at the boy.
My eyes grew wide as the words escaped from his lips.

“I'm Donevon.”

He gave me a weak smile.

“Hi Onee-chan.”

I tried to smile
but it was a false one.
A smile that would fool everybody else.
My real smile was unique to me
when I actually need it the most.
My joy falling through and through.
Cowering in a corner, standing
over me.
Joy is commanding me,
instructing me.
Everywhere.