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Dec 2022 · 287
Enraged soul
shayla ennis Dec 2022
Shallow shadows of darkness past.
Feeble light shining a path.
Weakened soul struggles to make way.
Burning Ashes become dusted air.
Faded tears like rain that soaks the Earth.
Unanswered words becoming enraged cry's.
Beckoning soul calling to the world.
Freedom,seeking repayment for it's pain.


Dec. 7,22
By Blackrose
A reminder that our souls are never truly free and pain is real even after death.
May 2022 · 2.3k
Magic creatures lost
shayla ennis May 2022
Darkened clouds turn souls red.
Sorrow filled eyes become like blackened sea.
Cries of pain are that of souls lost to the forgotten.

Surrounded by shadows that creep through mist.
Find yourself within woods of ancient creation.
Creatures of darkness do rome here be weary of your footing.

Blood of mortal,blood of beast mingling as one.
Ancient right, time has come.
The path of new life, old to young.

Power abound, magic is the source.
Beast be the maker.
Blood is the key.
Date may 6,2022
By Scarlet rose
Sep 2021 · 1.3k
The Changing path
shayla ennis Sep 2021
Darkness that fills the mind
Filling the eye of the beholder

A dessert path that is deserted by the truth but filled with lies
We're lies only the serpents of untruth and illusions

Leading towards the waters of faith and strength
But possible loss and pain
All dependent on the Storm and the waves

Where land meets sky but the sky is free
Can one truly see
Land is nature but life itself is home
Home is acceptance of life

Sun turning to moon is epicenter of change
To become something new
Altering what once was

To coexist with all that surrounds
To be a part of all
To accept all that is
To deny nothing
To be everything
Scarlet Rose
September 24th 2021
Jul 2021 · 312
Loss
shayla ennis Jul 2021
Loss is a thought
An emotion

Causing pain
Loneliness
Emptiness

We feel it
We sense it
Never heal from it

Always is it there
Somewhere

Day or night

An infinite existence
July 8th 2021
Scarlet Rose
Jul 2021 · 143
The essence of my pain
shayla ennis Jul 2021
My nerves always crying
My muscles always screaming
My bones always aching

Be sensitivity
the pain
The discomfort
the agony

The source of my pain fibromyalgia
The source of my pain my spine

Everyday a hardship
Everyday more meds
Everyday no new answers
Everyday lack of Truth lack of help

People see me and do not believe
people hear me and do not understand

This pain cannot be seen
this pain cannot be heard

it can only be felt by those who are forced to deal with it
By those who suffer it
July 8th 2021
Scarlet Rose
Jul 2021 · 318
The sound
shayla ennis Jul 2021
Wanting to hear sound
Loud
Middle
Soft

The sound of music
To hear one's voice
To listen to life

Life all around
Day time
Night time

Sound of birds
Sound of water
Sound of people

To hear all
When silence surrounds us

To feel sound through touch
When touch is impossible
But important

Sound
July 8 2021
Scarlet rose
Apr 2020 · 313
Fibromyalgia
shayla ennis Apr 2020
It is not pretend
it is not fake
it is not in the mind
it is in the body
it is real it
is there
do not call me a liar
do not say I am faking
you do not understand
therefore you cannot accept

Our nerves are always hurting
are muscles are constantly seizing
are bones constantly swelling and in pain
These are the signs remember them

Some of us can walk some of us can move some of us are stuck some of us cannot
some of us have it easy meds are helping some of us are not so lucky meds are failing

For me I'm the ladder I am stuck I am in pain meds do nothing
This is just how it is this is how it will always be
Remember this condition is real and it is not fake

Scarlet rose
April 13th 2020
I wrote this to remind people that those of us who have fibromyalgia should not be ignored and then we should not be told that we are Liars are pretending just because you do not know about the condition does not mean it does not exist we do have days that we can move around and walk with ease but we have for many more of those days when we are in constant pain I am tired of people assuming that I am all right when I am not tired of people calling me a liar or bartender just because they don't know and don't want to take the time to learn
Dec 2019 · 469
sensory overload
shayla ennis Dec 2019
sensory overload
to much noise
so much light

the living life
the dying

a heart beat
a breath
sensory overload

walking hurts
hearing agonizing
seeing to much

sensory overload

the light of day
the darkest of night
all to bright

the middle ground
none exist
were quit rains

sensory overload
disapear

scarlet rose
dec 17,19
written in view of experencees to symptoms called sensory overload
Aug 2019 · 227
Changing seasons
shayla ennis Aug 2019
The summer heat always Pleasant,
Always kind,
Always sincere,
As fall comes summer fades,
A breeze,  a chill arises,
We can smell winter in the air,
The cold becomes strong,
Lack of warmth increases,
Thus then we see spring around the corner
08-08-19
Aug 2019 · 130
The true road
shayla ennis Aug 2019
The tide of life always shifting and changing, had become confusing and filled with turmoil without rest. I see the gate being flooded by uncertainty and hesitation. The ideas that should slow coming to a stop, leaving false paths of hope and truth. Whilist the rain falls and the clouds turn grey, I wonder where my path should truly start or stop. Can one such as I truly have hope of dreams completion. Should I Ponder unto a revelation without point of view that is clear. Can this singular soul /spirit exist within a false world of life. Where does the truth truly lie, and where does the lie truly begin. We as individuals see only what is shrouded blinding ourselves to the unshrouded. For to see the truth is to see one's falseness and lies. One's true soul/heart.
Date:  june 13, 2019
Jun 2019 · 253
The unheard place
shayla ennis Jun 2019
A shadow do I see
No figure Within
A shadow so still
Yet there is a voice

Follow
See
Hear
Come to us

It speaks
It repeats

We do not understand
Yet we are drawn to do as it asks
We follow the Shadow The Voice

Before us a new place
A place unheard-of
A place never spoken

We walk through the store that seems invisible to all but us
We find ourselves in a world confounded

This place a mystery
Yet we enjoy
A fictional world come to life

A fantasy now reality



By Scarlett Rose
June 19th 20019
Fictional truth
May 2019 · 122
The voice of a lost soul
shayla ennis May 2019
The lost soul is a missing spirit
A wondering absence
With darkness does is flee
Without light does it hope

Soul does it seek a place
Somewhere to belong
In darkness does it pray
Running from light

Knowledge of death
Visions of loss
Memories of what once was real
Knowing all is gone but it

Alone this soul seeks
Without physical form
Flesh
Blood
None

This spirit wonders
It seeks
The darkness
Were light cannot go

Will it find the answers it hopes for
A dark place to belong

   by scarlet rose 5/21/19
May 2019 · 216
a missplaced day
shayla ennis May 2019
The day is long,
The warmth of the Sun,
Across one skin makes for a day the idea of, happiness,
As sadness grows,
We can see,
No need to smile,
No need to express,
No need to feel,
We hear the laughter,
We hear the squeals,
yet we do not respond,
For within us oh heart is numb our mind cold,
The idea of happiness due to the Summer sun is only a dream without reality
this is about a day were i felt reality yet was not apart of it do to mental illness and being in own mind far away from truth.
Feb 2019 · 100
Ancient words
shayla ennis Feb 2019
The ancient moon
The cry of the wolf
        The heralding of the owl
        Knowledge of the raven

   We of the dark always listen
      We here the unknown
     We are the rivals of day
       Unwanted by many

When we speak we only speak truth
Tho you call them lies
Your mind covered in a shroud
To honest are we that it breaks many

With time you have forgotten
We have not
You say we are fiction
Tho we are real

Will you heed our warnings?
Will you ignore them?
You must decide

Child of dark and light
Who has become the power of chaos?
Destruction
scarlet rose 2019
Jun 2018 · 134
Greek
shayla ennis Jun 2018
Azure waves,
Tempestuous silica air,
Dusky woodlands and brooks,
Ithaca’s bluff,
Herb covered cliffs,
Bitter fantasies of crystal and sea,
We Greeks of no freedom and home,
We slaves of misfortune,
For the sun as abandoned us,
The war as destroyed us,
Here our cry’s for salvation and truth,
Here us beg for what has been taken to be returned,
Let this war end,
Let this pain disperse,
Let our city be rebuilt,
Let our people survive and grow,
Be gone god of war and misfortune
Dec 2017 · 205
The idea of death
shayla ennis Dec 2017
Can death be irrelevant ?
yes
Does death truly exist?
Yes/no.
Looking through a fogged window.
I see a shadow.
Fear runs through my veins.
The knowing that death has come.
Can one run from death, this truth.
No.
He is here, he knows all.
Yet when facing him fear becomes irrelevant.
For there is nothing to be afraid of .
A figure in black.
Q ghostly spirit that wanders.
Realm to realm.
Waiting for souls.

by scarlet rose
date: 12/19/17
Dec 2017 · 145
Women in red
shayla ennis Dec 2017
A women dressed in vivid red
A hall covered in black
Candles lit everywhere
Frames with missing faces
Faces missing from paintings
Splatters of blood that run making a river
A ghostly soul that wanders looking for revenge
Shattered screams unheard by outside world
Cries of a women dressed in vivid red
A black raven on her shoulder
Black tears on her face
White snow at her feet
A shadowed vestige of the unavenged that follow her
A casket lays empty
A stone un marked
A tree of black rose that bleed
Souls that cry to her there sorrow
Her need to seek vengeance in their names
A women dressed in vivid red
Who seeks her own revenge

by scarlet rose
date: 12/19/17
Sep 2017 · 326
The Gothic Nature
shayla ennis Sep 2017
To be gothic
Always wear black
Always be gloomy
Always be sad
Always be vengeful
Always, always
That is what they expect

I am gothic
Not gloomy
not sad
none of these things am I

why do they say this?
why do they expect it?
I do not know

To be gothic is just that to be
Something other than what is expected
Something that is strange
Different

We are a free persons
This is good
not bad
So stop with the trash talk
Stop with the dishonor
Stop with the fake friendship
For it will hurt you not us

We are aware of your tricks
We cannot be fooled
For we are the ones who fool you
And trick you
This is our world
Our game of chess
And you will lose

The shadows are ours
The light is ours
The chaos is ours
The world belongs to use

By scarlet rose/blackrose
Date:09-12-17
Jul 2017 · 195
The darkness in my soul
shayla ennis Jul 2017
The darkness in my soul.
To mask the despair, malice, and agony.
Falling away into the unforgiving darkness.
To be a more desirable darkness than the one before.
Superior to all that has ever been done before.
To hearing the ancient banshee’s cry.
To a high born blood’s death.
Whom will die.
A casket be filled.
Tears.
To many fiery tears do fall, heated, smoking, white-hot do they fall.
Soul and heart navigate a stormy, frenzied current.
A torrent of pain traversing the bruised and damaged cosmos.
Terrified, petrified of the dark.
Malignant sprites, demons that plague the fearful.
Nightfall shadows that wail.

By scarletrose
date: 7-19-17
if you want to see the full scale of what i did with this poem please visit scarlet rose dragon at www.facebook.com( through the use of pictures and the use of powerpoint).
Nov 2016 · 315
No farewell no goodbye
shayla ennis Nov 2016
Could never believe it to be true
Never thought it possible
The other half of me gone
The other part of my soul missing

Never given a chance to know
My brother

All just disappeared into darkness
Tears I cry keep falling
Missing a peace of my heart

My heart not completely whole
Cut in half
Each of us holding a peace of me

Do flowers grow in heaven
A garden of eden

Day by day
How can this be true
Week by week
Never got a chance to say farewell
Month by month
No memories do I have of us
Of you
Year by year
You’ll guide me helping me to see

To see you once more
Knowing its impossibility
You’re just gone
No farewell no goodbye

By Scarlet rose
11-21-16
this is to the brother i never will know
shayla ennis Nov 2016
Here In a garden roam
With a whispered melody
Only I can here

Where is the silent voice that
Sings this song

To whom do I dance my steps?
Can they hear me sing?
To the melody

Singing and dancing
Dancing and singing
Across the still river
Do my dancing steps take me?

To a garden never seen
Does the melody become stronger?
Raising my heart from its lonely despair

Here roses bloom
Daphidles too
Every color one can imagine

by scarlet rose
11-18-16
shayla ennis Oct 2016
(Narrator):
Upon a sunny day you see a girl leading a horse up a beach in the heated sun of the Roman Empire. She is a princess to a great roman king. This king’s name be Alexander the Great who in our history died young. The king dressed in white with red sashes covered over it is in the mist of trying to find his daughter a husband, one who will be fit to be king when he no longer can. The beach being sunny and warm princess Auria has chosen to take her horse for a ride while her father speaks to his men of the council.
Princess Auria: [riding her horse down the beach in a gentle stride] [clip clop………]

(Narrator):
Suddenly the horse rears up into the air throwing the princess from its back!

Princess Auria: [haa… … screaming [smacking into the ground] thump!]

Enters: Tibius [walking up to the horse who threw the princess tibius calls for it to calm itself and then walks up to Princess Auria asking… …]

Tibius: dear lady do you need some assistance?

Princess Auria: no but I thank you for retrieving my horse. Asking herself under her breath… What could have scared you so…?

Tibius: I believe it may have been that serpent over there near the sands edge.

Princess Auria: oh that must be the reason, Thank you again. What be your name young man.

Tibius: my name lady be Tibius and you are most welcome.
Princess Auria: Tibius you say. Would you be willing to come with me to see my father and gain his thanks as well for he would be most grateful to you for what you have done this day.

Tibius: I know not why this is needed but I will follow lead the way my lady.

Princess Auria: please call me Auria.

(Narrator):
Princess Auria leading the way takes Tibius to the king her father who sits in the throne room talking to friends and family. Walking up to her father she tells him what tibius has done. Tibius stands there after being shocked that the lady he helped was actually the princess. Not knowing what to say to the king tibius stands before him in silence.
King Alexander: you a man so young and by the looks of it having little coin save my daughter! This cannot be…

Tibius: if I may speak great king.

King Alexander: you may do so.

Tibius: I was walking along the beach when I saw a horse running in my direction but without rider. I choosing to find said owner came upon your daughter the princess Auria and thus I am now before you.

King Alexander: if this be true what my daughter says than you must in some way be rewarded. But how is the question…

(Narrator):
Enters Princess Auria’s mother Dayanara, coming from tending the gardens within the palace walls dressed in a blue dress trimmed in silver she walks towards her husband the king.

Dayanara: my husband may I say a word or two for I have heard what was said and have an idea.

King Alexander: what idea would you have dear wife.

Dayanara: I speak this let him guard Auria from this time forward both within the walls and without them so as we her parents need not fret so when she goes off alone. I know it may be much for so small a thing. Let him be her personal protector. My other words spoken, I have word of someone who wishes marriage to our daughter.

King Alexander: this is a wondrous idea about Tibius being a protector, let as my wife speaks be done. Do you agree daughter? What about this marriage you speak of Dayanara? Who?

Princess Auria: yes father it is a pleasing reward.

King Alexander: and you Tibius. What do you say to this?

Tibius: I can do nothing else but agree for not too would be a dishonor to both you and your family king Alexander. So yes I say to what has been spoken.

(Narrator):
Scene changes to a battle on the high mountains behind the palace near the ocean. Hundreds of men from Rome and far off Greece that comes by ship battle on the damp sands and grasses of roman earth to take what is not theirs the Greeks wish. Blood and life be spilled at all ends and innocent’s being slaughtered without care. The roman princess waiting in the palace by her mother’s side wondering what is to become of them because no word has yet come about how the battle fares.
[On the battle field]

King Alexander: men raise your blades, your shields, do not yield! Do not I say!
[Clashing, banging of armor and weapons]

King Alexander: men forward March, lances and horses ready. [Forward……!]

(Narrator):

Enters: solder sadeen

Sadeen: my king the battle falls not to us but our enemy we lose men to fast.

King Alexander: we must find a way to get them into the water and then hit them with fire and oil that will burn greatly.

Sadeen: we could place oil along the hills and light it aflame this may drive them back if we make it strong and high.

King Alexander: see it done sadeen; see it done fast for I fear we will lose as you spoke before if you do not.

Sadeen: [riding away from the king at full gallop towards his men to carry out the orders given]
[Gallop… gallop…]

(Narrator): Sadeen follows the Kings orders by lighting aflame ***** of hay covered in oil his soldiers pushing them down the green grass hills where battle takes place to weaken the Greeks ground and might. [Greeks screaming]
[Outcry…… Shrieking…… Men dying]

King Alexander: [praying to himself that what he has asked of his men does not fail] you boy over their go to my family and give them this letter see to it that it is only to them you give it.
[Yes my lord]

(Narrator):
The boy with the letter runs as fast as his legs can carry him back threw the roman streets to the palace and gives the letter to the queen. The queen opens it and read the news of how the battle fares and the instructions given if the king falls.

Dayanara: [calling her daughter] auria… auria…

Princess Auria: what is it mother? Why do you yell so?

Dayanara: your father has written of the battle he pleads with us to leave and go to the villa where you grew as a child for the battle does not fare well and he fears that they will lose. He speaks to us that he will send someone to find us if they win. Come we must go.

Princess Auria: I will find Tibius he can see us to safety out of Rome and to the villa.

Dayanara: go to him in silence speak to no one else only him.

Princess Auria: yes mother [off she runs with her footed sandals slapping on the marble floors as she does].

(Narrator):
Princess Auria runs to the solders corridor and finds Tibius telling him in hurried breath that they must leave fathers words for they are in danger. Tibius gathers up his things and follows the princess back to the royal halls and they silently leave threw the gardens heading to were the villa rests dressed in peasants clothing they be. The king back in the battle hopes that the letter he wrote as found them in time. [He once more prays]

Tibius: come my ladies this way but be careful and quite

Dayanara: we walk silent but you must call us by our names not by title Tibius

Auria: mother is right do as she says for doing so will make others think we are peasants and family. It be less likely they will look our way with suspicion.

(Narrator):
[Suddenly Greek soldiers come of darkened shadows intending to strike and **** the ladies Tibius raises his blade to stop them].

Tibius: [Crash…… his blade smashing into another]

Soldier: his blade striking back [Clashing……]

Tibius: striking the soldier down leaving blood pooling upon the marble path [rushing away]

(Scene):
Days later the three peasants make it to a quite villa outside of Rome and begin a new life as mere workers for those who live there. Any who ask about the owners the peasants simple tell them that they are away due to the battle. They being servants were made to stay behind to keep the place clean for when the owners returned, when that is they do not know. Weeks and more months pass with no word from the king they begin to fear that all is lost when one day a man wearing roman armor rides up asking for the lady Dayanara. Tibius stepping forward asks why? They must return this man says for the king calls them to him.

Tibius: who is the king?

Stanger:  King Alexander of course

Tibius: wait here go nowhere else

Dayanara: what is it?

Tibius: there is a roman outside he says the king calls for us

Dayanara: then we go; this is the sign, find my daughter and gather our things.

Tibius: yes lady right away

(Narrator): They return home going back the way they had left, but through the city rather than the village.

(Scene change): they are home at the royal palace before the king once more, but he was not alone.

King Alexander: you have returned safe, this makes me happy, and rushing to them he smiles [giving them fierce hugs]

Dayanara/ Auria: we are glad to be with you once more, it was worrisome and lonely without your presence being with us.

Dayanara/ Auria: who is this man that stands before us with Greek Armor?  Why is he not dead or imprisoned like the others?

King alexander: he is the prince of the Greek people and the son of King Simentos. Please be polite let me explain what has come about from the great battle on Mount Tear. [He explains]

(Narrator): alexander tells both his wife and daughter that the battle was won due to the son calling up a white flag of truce and asking that no more blood of their people be shed. (Enters Brontes).

Brontes: I am the son and prince of Greek and I wish to come up with a way to unite our lands and people. Your father mentioned that he was looking to finding you Auria a husband; I know that me being Greek may not seem a pleasant thing but I hope for a chance to prove my worth to you.

Auria: I know you be Greek but what does that have to do with the man you have become I see not. The place we are born and live helps us to grow but does not make us who we are.

Dayanara: husband I believe that Auria likes him and they seem to be getting along well [she whispers to him].

King alexander: do you think then that the idea of marriage to Brontes will suit her well, that she will love and or care for him as he will to her.

Dayanara: I do, but let them decide what their choice will be.

(Scene):  the princess and prince wonder into the garden that is covered with the roman flower called the Gladiolus which means sword lily. Speaking of many things that have happened in their lives they continue walking. She tells him that she would hope to see both her homes often if she were to say yes to this peace proposal.

Alexander/Dayanara:  we must speak with the two of you. Have you come to a decision about what this marriage may mean?

Auria/Brontes:  we have come to a final choice after our long talk. We believe that this marriage would be well placed for both of us to accept. We have chosen to wed here and stay till the spring then to travel to Brontes’s home and have a smaller wedding there to please his father. Though this set of weddings we will sign a truce treaty combining our to lands and people.

Dayanara/ Alexander: that is well thought of from both of you. Well done, I believe that this is going to be a very happy time for all of us. Let the wedding be within a months’ time.

(Narrator): the wedding takes place upon the hill where the battle was once fought this is where they will make peace and sign the treaty. The wedding is beautiful and the flowers that are thrown around them show their unity. Both are dressed in the colors of the ocean and their prospective homes. {This is the end of their tale and perhaps a new beginning for us all on earth}.

THE END
playwrite
Oct 2016 · 1.5k
Murder at Crystal Fairy
shayla ennis Oct 2016
(Scene:)
The Victorian house painted brown with red shutters, a porch that’s large, a white porch swing and a purple rocking chair on this porch. Where grandmother Daisy may sit when the day is sunny or rainy. The house is on a side street covered up and down with trees so green that even in the coldest weather the leaves look as if they are still blooming. This place is called Applewood Road. To see the dark black paved road late in the fog covered night, there is a bright Victorian street lamp. A woman named Daisy the granddaughter of Nelly, who has spent most of her life going to college and having to struggle with learning and finding a place to belong.

Lawyer: writing to Nelly telling her of her grandmother’s death. Giving her news that all her grandmothers’ assets and property are hers.

Nelly: realizing she does not need to stay at college.

(Narrator):
  Due to this unexpected news Nelly has decided to quit college and move to her grandmother’s place. When she gets there she sees that on this property there is the house and a smaller building that could be turned into something else, so she decides that she will as the new owner opened an herb shop called Crystal Fairy.

Nelly: [places fliers around the town.]  I will be open for ten hours every day at Crystal Fairy selling my plants and herbs.

(Narrator):
This being Nelly’s first day opening her business, she sees that she only has three customers.
Enter Lorelei: she brings her purchase up to the counter

Nellie: oh, lavender! Do you know the properties?
Lorelei: I just saw it and the smell reminded me of a perfume my mother wears. Why is it useful for something else?

Nellie: yes!  It helps with cuts, bruises, and also functions as an antiseptic.

(Narrator): Ollie enters the store. Looking around at the plants.
Ollie: looking at the lemon balm plant. I think I’ll buy this one, going to counter.

Nelly: you wish to buy this?

Ollie: yes!

Nelly: Very well. Do you have any questions about the plant?

Ollie: yes I do.  What are its healing properties?

Nelly:  it helps with anxiety, insomnia, wounds, insect bites, and an upset stomach. It also speeds the healing of cold sores,

(Narrator):
In the back on the far left side of the shop there is an older man wearing plain black pants with a red shirt; he is looking at the plants on the shelf to his right. His name is Samael. He turns around and looks in Nelly’s direction.

Samael: this plant called chamomile what are its properties for healing?

Nelly: Samael this plant can be used for infusions and salves to relieve indigestion, colic, skin inflammations or irritations to the skin.

(Narrator):
Samael turns away because he sees the other patrons waiting to pay their bills and wanting to leave. Knowing soon that he will be all alone in the store with Nelly you can feel the tension building from him and the excitement rapping its way around his mind because of what he is thinking about. Just at this moment Samael plans out his plot to ****** Nelly. Samael looks around to see what he can use as his ****** weapon, he finds a heavy ceramic-clay bowl that he intends to use. To hit Nelly over the head. He makes sure the store is empty and that Nelly has her back turned so he can lock the door. Once the door is locked he pulls down the window shades. Once this is done he turns in her direction while her back is still turned.

Samael: [hitting nelly over the head]

Nelly: ouch!

(Narrator):
She falls to the floor!  Samael starts talking loudly.

Samael: I’m going to rip her blouse and jeans apart.

Samael: [Tatter… rip………]

(Narrator):
He wants to show her how much he loves her and to show her that ignoring him and his presents will only ensure their relationship.
Nelly: [staring at him with utter fear].

Samael: [he pulls a blade out from the back counter and puts it to her face].

Samael: I’ll cut your pretty face then no one will want you or look at you. You will have to come to me for comfort I’m the only one who will understand.  

(Narrator:)
Nelly looks up at him crying and pleading for him not to hurt her, that she does not even know him so what could he be talking about? Suddenly Samael reaches for her and strikes out at Nelly’s face, leaving a bruise that causes her to scream out in pain.

Nelly: [ouch!] Please don’t no more.

(Narrator):
There is a sudden silence as Nelly realizes that Samael is crazy and nothing she says or does will make a difference. As Nelly remains on the gray tile floor of her shop with Samael hurting her, she gets a sudden burst of energy, and she starts to fight him to break his hold over her.
Nelly: looking around where she lays for something to use as a defensive weapon.  That will allow her to free herself, to get to the green wooden door of her shop.

(Narrator):
Seeing a statuette of a flower in a *** Nelly grabs for it. She slams it into Samael’s face. Gaining her feet, she runs to the door trying to open it in order to scream for help.

Nelly: [screaming at top of her lungs].

Nelly: [ha………]

Nelly: help! Help! Somebody help me please!

(Narrator):
Samael stopping her, throwing her hard against a red wooden shelf. Then taking this same statuette he hits her even harder than before, only to realize that he has just killed her. The sound of Nelly’s fall so close to the door causes the neighbors near her property to turn the lights on in their homes.

(Narrator):
Samael: [seeing the lights turning on in the neighborhood becomes scared. Running for the metal door in the back of the store, he takes off down a dark alley way. Just as this happens, Lorelie, a neighbor and friend, opens the store’s front door. Coming inside, she steps forward to turn the store lights on. Suddenly seeing Nelly’s body lying on the cold tile floor with her head smashed in, her body at an odd angle because of the way she is laying and blood pooling around her, she also sees strange foot prints that don’t belong, and then she screams.]

Lorelei: oh! Oh my god! Oh what has happened?

(Narrator):
Lorelie’s screams cause Ollie, who lives across the street, to come running over to the store. When he gets to Lorelie’s side he sees what’s wrong and starts looking around trying not to disturb anything. As he is looking around trying to find out what has happened to Nelly he turns to Lorelei.

Ollie: Lorelei call detective Walter he will help find Nelly’s murderer

Lorelei:  pick up the phone calls detective Walter

(Narrator):
Ollie continues looking around the store. He finds the ceramic-clay bowl broken, and the statuette believing that in some way they are the answers to Nelly’s death or at least a start. Turning back towards Lorelie, he sees that Walter is coming up the street with Beatrice, his partner. Ollie goes outside to meet them. The detectives come into the store called Crystal Fairy, seeing the dead body of Nelly. Like Ollie, Walter starts looking at the scene around him noticing specific things. The turned over book case, the broken bowl, and the busted statuette, but most of all the back door gets his full attention because that’s where the ****** footprints lead. Leaving Beatrice behind to ask questions

(Narrator): enters Walter

Walter: [following these footprints outside and down the back alley. These prints lead him to a house’s back porch. There he sees more ****** prints and comes to the idea that the person who is responsible for Nelly’s death is inside.]

Walter: going into house [squeak- silent slam]

(Narrator):
Inside the house looking around, listening for any sounds and sudden movements. A sudden sound catching his attention, he looks up to see a cat jumping from a window.

The cat: [thump, bang thump again]

Walter: [making his way down the hallway and up the stairs, sees a door to his left with lights on.  It opens with a slam.]
Sound of door: [crash…]

(Narrator):
Samael rushing out at Walter with an iron bar.

Samael: [swinging the bar. [Swish……..] missing]

Walter: [stepping back, moving out of the way].

(Narrator):
This causes Samael to stumble and fall down the stairs, crashing to the bottom.

[Enters Beatrice]
Beatrice comes through the front door she sees Samael and goes to check him out. Walter and Beatrice pick him up off the floor, waking him up; this causes him to start confessing to what he has done.

Samael: [tells them that he was only trying to show his love to Nelly, but that she wouldn’t listen and thus he had to **** her so he could have her to himself. He didn’t want anyone else to love her or for her to love anyone else either].

(Narrator):
The detectives hearing this confession look at Samael completely surprised that he would confess so easily and without having to be drilled about the truth. But what gets their attention is how he confesses.

Samael: I love her; she would not see me or love me back. I just want her to see me.

Beatrice: So you frighten her and torture her, then **** her.

Walter: Beatrice, he’s crazy can’t you see that. We’re wasting time.

Beatrice: I know he’s crazy. I just feel sad that he could be so stupid and think that killing someone shows feeling for them. Poor woman, she was so young.

Walter: From what I could get from the neighbors, Nelly had just moved here after her grandmother’s death due to inheriting everything. Her life was just getting stated.

Samael: I love her; I’m the only one who can.

Walter/Beatrice: Will you shut up already! We get it. You love her so you killed her.


                                                                The End
this is a drama playwrite
Aug 2016 · 1.3k
sakura
shayla ennis Aug 2016
oh cherry blossom
do grant wishes
bring life

can a tree of flowers
have hope
is it wise

knowing it brings joy
with it's aged wisdom
gently dominating the earths ground

showing humility
bravery
to all humanity
with it's precarious
and precious beauty

by scarlet rose
August 24th 2016
the many meanings of the cherry blossom tree
Aug 2016 · 224
summer heat
shayla ennis Aug 2016
shinning light
giving warmth
the cool breeze
rustling the trees
flowers blooming
birds playing music
not a snow flack in sight
nor rain dropping to the earth
beaches and lakes
swimming holes filled with life.....
laughter.....
wild creatures of nature....
the heart and soul
free with inspiration
natures existence showing
her beauty
sounds of beauty beaming
a melody
music
for an artist

by scarlet rose
august 24th 2016
May 2016 · 328
The ancient flames
shayla ennis May 2016
Fire that burns
Fire that scorches
Fire’s path that leads us
We are warriors
An ancient tribe
We stand strong
Blades sharp
Shields steady
Against the wind

Ancient we stand
Spirits of all
The eagle that cry’s
A bear that roars
Forever we endure
Never falling

Fire that burns
Fire that scorches
Centuries of time passes
We survive never conceding

Trees of old we are many
We are everywhere

Scarlet rose dragon
5-24-16
Dec 2015 · 274
Element of winter
shayla ennis Dec 2015
Snow lies upon the ground
Coldly it blows through the sky
A wild wind all its own

Trees forcefully bent
Branches of life weighed with downing of white
A spell that binds us all
Like a tyrant king

The silence of its movements
The harshness of its fall
Chilling all in its wake
This unfeeling element

Chilled days without sun
Gray clouds
Colder nights freezing life
Icicles that hang from homes like lights

By scarlet rose
Date: 12-29-15
Dec 2015 · 318
The Devil's Grip
shayla ennis Dec 2015
The devil gripping my soul
Refusing to let go
Dragging me to my grave

Walking through flames
Hells walls consuming me

Hearing nothing but screams
Of pain
Knowing I've no faith left to give me strength

Falling to my knees
Struggling to rise again

With the devil's touch
Welcoming the darkness
Marked by him for all time

The devil's arms begging
For my soul

Fires of hell burning my flesh
Looking up to see nothing

All eternity lost to me

By Scarlet rose
Date: 12-28-2015
Nov 2015 · 328
Freedom to Be Me
shayla ennis Nov 2015
I’m drowning, I can’t breath
Locked in a cage
Forced into chains
Losing control without choice

At the surface a masquerade
A mask of happiness
Nothing as it seems

Patience for freedom wearing thin
Into non existence
A person of perfection
A deception

I’m snapping the cage
Breaking the chains
Becoming me and not what you want

Freedom on the other side
A door filled with truth
The sun and clouds shining
With magic

The surface of a mirror
Not judging me
As you do

The mask falling off
A masquerade coming to a close
Taking power
Taking control

Another side of my self
The real me
No more pretend

Take me as I am
Or I walk away

Now is my time
Now it’s my path not yours
Ill change even if you don’t
Want me too

This is me
The real me
Take it or leave it
I don’t care

The chains are gone
The cage broken

By scarlet rose
written  on November 12, 2015 at 11:30 am
Sep 2015 · 623
A Wound That Won’t Heal
shayla ennis Sep 2015
Grasping onto a shooting star
A galaxy of time to pass
To make the torment lesson
A mystery that hides the sins

A wound that seems everlasting
A different anguish every day
Need someone to know
All of it seeming eternal

All this misery that surrounds me
The wings of a free spirit captive
No one to tell me that we can be free
Even as the world harmonizes

Looking for a freedom from my consciousness
From my body
To live without a fiscal from
Just so all the despair fades

The world comes back into view
And the torture begins again
Everything the same
Nothing changing

A life that seems stolen
A place that does not belong to me
Desperation to find an answer
To see the pain all end

By scarlet rose
Date: 9-21-15
Jul 2015 · 393
tormented personality
shayla ennis Jul 2015
bound to live
forbidden to die
lost within an illusion
caught within a coil
living in a tormented hell
waiting to rebel
chasing unseen wraith
revenants of the past haunt me
how did i come to this fate
tortures i can not take
lost within my own mind
a phantasm without a door
can my past dues be paid
how have i come upon hells gate
will i escape
this maze in my mind
a labyrinth
tormented hallucination
death's voice a tribulation
will i live
and be forbidden to die

by scarlet rose
date: 7-17-2015
not sure if i wrote this one yet been really busy with school so i lost track  of witch ones i wrote and ones i did not if this ones already here please tell me and ill fix it
Jul 2015 · 348
Falling angel
shayla ennis Jul 2015
I keep falling
Hitting the ground
The wings given to me
By ancient gods
Torn from my body
My spirit losing its will

All my will being drained from me
Everything fading and being starved
Feeding the wars of aggression
Unable to ketch my breath

Seeing for the first time
A world around me
A chance to know what emotions are
Can one like myself find love?
Can an angel love a mortal?
Is a mortal’s heart strong enough?
To hold onto the light of
an angel who’s fallen

Hearing a voice constant
In my mind
Leading me to him
A heart so warm
To hold me
Can give me a dream
To believe in

By scarlet rose
Date: 7-17-2015
Jun 2015 · 425
Let's Stop Running
shayla ennis Jun 2015
finding my way
it's hard to see the future
when the past blinds you

can time be rewound
starting over

can we reallymove forward
with the future so upside down

is there a way to make it right
right sideup

can time be rewound
starting over

thinking about the past
slows time down
the future speeding things up

the pain we feel fading
allowing us to run away from it
stoping us from excepting the truth

the future giving us something to look forward too
while we run without stopping

a force we can see
cousing us to slame the breaks on
relizing that running leads know were

can time be rewound
starting over

by scarlet rose
date: 6-10-15
Jun 2015 · 353
Climbing To My Feet
shayla ennis Jun 2015
moving on
scares healing
black fading away

no longer falling
the constent bleeding stops

i'm not giving up
not going to fall
fighting my way back

laying everything out
a line has been drawn

do i stand and keep moving
not breaking easly

not going down
not without a fight
standing tall
climbing to my feet

by scarlet rose
date: 6-10-15
Jun 2015 · 585
I'm Alive My Heart Beating
shayla ennis Jun 2015
i'm alive
keeping my heart beating
a flame so cold
that it's frozen solid

thorns brittle and black
wraped and twining around this cold fire

a settled hatred that turnes to all
consuming rage

no control over the emotions surgering through
everything going from hate to calmness
in an instant

this heart beating inside
a corpse that feels nothing
on the outside

a frozen flame
cold rage
burning emotions

i'm alive
keeping my heart beating
a cold fire
frozen solid

by scarlet rose
date 6-10-15
Mar 2015 · 2.1k
ISIS
shayla ennis Mar 2015
Isis a goddess of magic
Stars shooting like diamonds
Shielding a child’s dreams
Patroness to nature
A defender of the dead
Timeless giver of life
Garden of life’s oases
Every star a child
Every constellation a shield
Men her warriors
The sky a bed of hope
A silken blanket
Nature her weapon to wield

By scarlet rose
written on 3-10-2015
Feb 2015 · 453
When She Dances
shayla ennis Feb 2015
When she dances you feel the heat
When she turns and looks your way
You feel the spark

It burns
Setting you on fire

She dances for you
She spins always looking at you
The floor set in flames

Burning a path your way
You just know you’ll be
Consumed
By her fire

When she dances you feel the spark
When she spins without stopping
You feel the heat

It burns
Setting your soul a flame

Dancing fire is what she is
Flames that burn allover
Covered in red
Sparking orange
Yellow setting all to light

Her eyes jemini green
Her skin a tanned brown
Her hair a heated cherry
A dress colored ruby
Heals so sharp when they hit the floor
The sparks fly

When she dances you feel the fire
When she looks at you feel the spark
The heat in your soul

It burns
Setting your soul a flame

By scarlet rose
Feb 2015 · 567
Dancing heat
shayla ennis Feb 2015
Fire burning
Flames of heat
Burning inside

An uncontainable heat
Intensity that consumes
My soul

Seeing you everywhere I look
Never saying anything
Too shy to say what’s in my heart

Flames that are irresistible
Seductive
Alluring
But delightfully hot

Dance these flames around
Around my soul
Pulling me in like a cowboys lasso

The heat of the sun on your back
Steam rising from the ground
As you walk by

Dry prairie grass trailing behind from a hard day’s work
Slick and tall
Tanned with a burn
No way to tame a fire like yours

Hot like the burning sun
Can a woman keep up
Burning only as hot as you

To dance in your heat
Is to melt in your love
Letting you take my soul
With the fire of yours

Dance these flames around
Around my soul
Pulling me in like a cowboy’s lasso

Scarlet rose
Feb 2015 · 1.9k
Racing Time
shayla ennis Feb 2015
Racing time
Everyone starting their engines
Cars of every street color
Lights under their car
Nitrous under their engines

A **** girl stepping out with her hand
High in the air
Down it goes as she steps out of the way
Cars racing away

Straight roads turning left and right
Winding roads coming up at the last minute
Women and men trying to not crash into each other
Ignoring the red lights
Picking up speed at the green lights

The red lights
The party as started
The green light
The music pumping
The yellow lights
Telling everyone throw caution out your window  

Moonlight
Sunlight
Racing the time away

Losers
Winners
Everyone having fun

It’s racing time
Every road a track
Pavement
Dirt
It don’t matter

If you’re in Tokyo
We drift race
If you’re in new Miami
We race period


**** girls
Hot boys
Every color car
Every style and shape

Music and lights
Pumping through the streets
From sun set to sunrise

It’s racing time
Ready set goooo!


By black rose
Feb 2015 · 423
Riding wild
shayla ennis Feb 2015
Riding wild along empty roads
Covered in the dust of roads past
Wearing a t-shirt cover in holes and stains
No care in the world
No thoughts on my mind
No place to go
To call home
The open dust cover lands
A home
Freedom

Riding wild along empty roads
Going know were
Going everywhere
The night sky with its flaming stars
The sun blazing light casting shadows

Riding wild along empty roads
Sitting in my convertible
My hands around the heated steering wheel
Seats covered in leather
My blond hair flowing cause the wind

Riding wild along empty roads
Men whistling think they got a chance
Me looking at them with “I don’t think so boys”

Riding wild along empty roads
Dust covering me from head to toe
Driving by a field of wild stallions
Wondering if I should stop for awhile

Riding wild along empty dust covered roads
No were to go in mind
No place to call home
But the dust covered roads

By black rose
Feb 2015 · 363
My Heart
shayla ennis Feb 2015
My heart screaming out for love
Love from you
I need you when I don’t want you
I have you when I need you

My heart screaming out for you
The love in my heart
Causing my heart to stutter
Every time I see you

When you walk by me and don’t see me
My heart stutters
Picking a faster beat

Looking at you as you get into your truck
Wondering where you’re heading
Me in my plain jeans and shirt
You in your work clothes

Black shirt
Blue jeans
And boots covered in mud

The heat simmering from the air
Can it get hotter?
Can it turn into steam?

Looking at me
As you go one way I another
Will we ever stop to talk?
Can we come together an say
What needs saying?

Plain little old me
Working you
How far apart we are
And close together we could be

Love heating up
Simmering in the summer air
Winter cold sitting side by side
Our love giving us warmth

By scarlet rose
Feb 2015 · 379
My Reality
shayla ennis Feb 2015
Seeing the scares you left behind
Turn to flesh
Into a reality that I can’t live with
A nightmare that is like a panting
One that can see no destruction

I use flames to see it burn
But burn myself instead
A feeling of hate consumes me
A prayer to see the light in my soul
Put out

Looking to the sky
Where is the almighty
Why is that all I see be nothing
Why is there a feeling of utter hate?
Desperation to find my place

Is it too late to see what is lost?
Is the door closing on my hope?
I pray for the light to go out
For my suffering to end

By black rose
2-11-2015
Feb 2015 · 544
Finding My Way
shayla ennis Feb 2015
Found my way
Into the flames of hell
Finding an impossible path
From a path of loss
To a path of strength

Feeling the burning flames
A caress of life
Into the eyes of Cerberus
Red eyes filled with hate
Staring back at me

The day of my destruction comes closer
Into the abyss
A dark endless hole
Finding the life I had
Crushed

To be reborn as a burning phoenix
To see the pages of my feelings burn
A story that has come to an end

By Black rose
just wrote this today 2-11-2015
Feb 2015 · 553
Unending suffering
shayla ennis Feb 2015
Sitting in the faces of light and darkness
Looking for a way out
Seeing fractured star's falling from a bleeding sky
On a mountain with a lonely self I lie
Were does this light fade too
Why is the darkness getting darker
Only a red moon do I see now
Is this the world showing it's pain to us
Are we supposed to do something
What is the truth of this suffering in the sky
Is it the wars on the ground
The unfortunate deaths that we create
Is it the hatred that consumes us

By black rose
just wrote this today 2-6-2015
Nov 2014 · 1.4k
A Greek myth “Hades”
shayla ennis Nov 2014
The god of death
A Greek horror
The collector of souls
Hades
He rules the underworld
Living in the fiery heat
The dark depths of hell
Where no mortal can go
A god reigns

Lost souls as slaves
The furies his warriors
Darkest shadows he controls
Hell’s circle of fire
Demons that Guard the gates

He is a god who causes pain to us mortals who live
Taking those dead giving them no peace
Their corrupted souls
Black as coal fine as ash
Hearts so evil
Finding freedom they never will



To live in hell forever
To no nothing but flames
Burning the flesh
The bone

The god of hell
The ruler of death
The collector of forsaken souls
Hades

By black rose
Nov 2014 · 718
Amazons
shayla ennis Nov 2014
A time of hate
A place of hope
We a people who are hole
We are woman warriors
Amazons
We fight like men
We are strong like men

Swords and shields we carry
Armor we wear
Men we need not
We are amazons

Haters of male life
Children only life to women
Death to the boys

Warriors of great power
Freedom they took
Not asking
Living in a world their own
Life lived as they please



They were amazons
Strong
Powerful
Free
Unyielding

By black rose
Nov 2014 · 321
Falling tears
shayla ennis Nov 2014
Rain falling from clouds of sadness
To heal the tears from crying eyes
Water flowing in heavy waves to swallow the emotions of rage

Mother moon be with us
Wolves howling to the moon to a brother lost
Mother moon be with us

Answering to the howls, lighting a path
We sisters and brothers are one print of a wolf
In this wolf we are many

Mother moon guide us
Rain falling from stars above
To heal the wounds of new and old
Water flowing in a gentle wave to encourage us all to release our rage
Mother earth guide us


By crystal Ennis
Nov 2014 · 358
My wolf brother
shayla ennis Nov 2014
One wolf sister howls saddening, but encouraging tunes, to her wolf brother.
Cry she speaks let your rage loose, let your tears fall, only then can you begin to heal.
When you heal we will heal with you, as our cries join your own, you are our leader, it is you who has lost a brother wolf.
You are the son of a son; we are sisters of a sister.
Let the moons rays be your healing light.
Let the howls that we cry be your tears.
Let us be one as our voices reach the sky’s moon to our lost brother.
When he hears your voice and ours he will know that though his body maybe gone is soul is part of our own.
Forever he will stay, forever he will be parted.
This through does not matter for once a brother wolf always a brother wolf he shall be.

By Crystal Ennis
Nov 2014 · 669
Lured by darkness
shayla ennis Nov 2014
Don’t deprecate  the seductiveness of darkness.
Even flawless hearts are drawn to it.
   The sight of blood Calls to me
A craving to take life
Blood dripping from your veins
The pulse of your heart beat
The breath from your lungs
To take it all away
To ****** you to my world
To make you
Vampire
The silence of your heart
That beats no longer
The air in your lungs silenced
The blood in your veins
No longer warm but cold
Death as welcomed you
Darkness as lured you
Like me blood is life to you

By black rose
Sep 2014 · 2.0k
deaf
shayla ennis Sep 2014
the fact of deafness
it is not our minds
but our ears
thinks not that i don't understand
though sound does not enter
sight is available
my eyes read lips
my hands make signs
i know you understand
pretending otherwise
to explain from start to end is a waste
for you do not believe
what can i do?
but i feel the isolation
seems like my life gets harder with passing time
you say i'm young its not true
you try to make it as if age matters
when its not

by blackrose
date: Sept. 24, 2014
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