I woke up as usual. But there was something about today that was going to change. Unusual. I stumbled out of bed, opening my eyes to darkness. I wouldn't need to expect sunlight just yet. I clumsily found my way to the bathroom to take my shower.
For some reason, I wanted extremely hot water. Usually, I would have tepid water on, but this time, the water was blazing. The water beat my back with an intensity far beyond a human could ever intake. It was like hail was being shot at my skin, with a beat to it. The burning was far worse. When every droplet hit my skin, there would suddenly be a sharp pain at the spot hit. But in seconds it would go away. Once I had adapted to the water, it became numb. It almost felt, cold now. Could it possibly be that I had been in there so long that the pain had surpassed me? That my nerves had been ripped apart so much that I couldn't feel anymore? Or was the water so hot, it was cold?
I got out of the shower, ignoring my curiosity. I threw on some clothes or whatever I could get my hands on. I hadn't found the light switch yet, and I wouldn't have bothered to. After I had all my clothes on, I fumbled around looking for a particular necklace I would always wear. I threw it around me neck and then tucked it underneath my sweatshirt and shirt underneath. The cold metal rested on my skin, as if a kind of coolant. It was icy cold. Every move I made, I could feel the coldness underneath, causing me to twitch a little. The last thing I would put on would be my watch. The leather wrapped around my wrist like a python, cutting off all circulation in my wrist. Well, not all, but most. Yet leaving enough room for my blood to race through. I walked into my kitchen and opened the fridge grabbing my keys, my wallet and a bottled water. Then, I hit the road.
I walked outside and the sun was still hidden by the darkest of nights. The dawn was soon approaching and the night, fading and slowly dying. I locked my door, put my water, wallet and keys in my sweatshirt pocket, put my hood on and began running.
I ran and ran and ran. The faster I ran, the faster I would lose my breath. My blood was racing by now as I sucked in all the air I could, afraid of losing my last breath. The blood raced in my veins, nearly ripping them to shreds. My heart was racing too. It beat against my ribs and chest like a drum. Except harder, faster, and stronger, each time. I could almost hear it ringing in my ears....Thump-thump, thump-thump.
I don't know where, or why I was running. I just was. I was totally unaware of my surroundings. I was just running. I had no idea of where I was going to end up, but hopefully, somewhere. Somewhere that made sense. That's all I was thinking about...To end up somewhere...That made sense. But other than that, I just ran. I ran with no one, against no one-I ran for no one. I just ran.
At one point, I got tired of finding out where to go, so I closed my eyes. I listened for familiar things...Voices...Sounds...But it was all unclear. Things were overlapping. Which is hard to believe because of the fact that its only seven in the morning.
After a few minutes everything had added up to an hour or so worth. An hour worth of running. But the destination, however, was still vaguely said. My eyes were bloodshot, face numb from the bitter cold, and my muscles were about to collapse. And so, I did. I fell, collapsing to the ground with a thud that followed. I had no idea I was about to fall. I just did, without my own consent, my body dragged me to the cold and jagged cement, leaving me with a result of scrapes and cuts. I didn't get up. I had hesitated. I didn't want to get up. However, knowing that I would have to move on sooner or later, I got up. I knew I had to keep going, otherwise, all time I had gone through, would've been lost. Wasted.
I didn't bother to rest. For some reason, I thought resting would make things all the more difficult. I never found out if I was right, but I didn't care, I was just determined. Determined to go farther in my journey. Farther, closer to my destination-what ever that was.
Along the way, I continued to fall. At one point I just started collapsing. Fainting. Barely breathing. But still, I kept going.
From time to time, I grabbed a drink to replenish myself. Giving me a sense of relief. A resting moment I could savor. But only a moment. Then, I'd carry on.
Before I realized it, it had turned twelve. I had been running for six hours. Six hours worth. Six hours worth of precious time. By now, I knew I couldn't turn back, I knew I couldn't give up, I knew I was too far-I knew, time was running short.
I had somehow ran faster after I realized how much time I had left. I faced many obstacles along the way, I made bad and good decisions also, but this didn't stop me from going any farther.
Now, my head, aching, my stomach, in dire need for food, my muscles and bones were aching and my blood was a fierce current, racing through what is now my weak veins. I was short of breath. My chest felt like there was a great pressure between my heart, and my ribs. My heart was beating furiously, trying to escape this body. This body, that was slowly dying. It was pumping my blood so fast that the rush was overwhelming. I felt as if my whole body had been "asleep" and it woke up, causing the feeling of needles puncturing me all over.
I knew I was going to die soon. But I wasn't scared. I knew it was coming. But I wasn't afraid of it. The only thing I was afraid of now, was losing. Losing to the clock. I had time to race, and from the very start, I knew it wasn't going to be easy.
I was nearly there but I was running out of time. I had an hour to go. My body had gotten used to the pain by now, and it had picked up the pace. The sun was far over by the west now so I knew I had to keep going. I ran past some bystanders who stared at me in wonderment. I was going probably fifty, sixty maybe even ninety miles per hour. I sped past them, heaving and choking, sometimes blood spewed out, and I left them. I left them in their place-gawking at me.
Half hour to go. I was against the clock. Nothing else mattered now. But to get where I was supposed to be, and soon. I was going definitely ninety now. I was sure of it. I could tell by the way everything looked. I looked straight ahead, but using my peripherals, I could see everything whooshing past me. I thought it impossible, but I was doing it wasn't I? I was doing it right at this very moment-I was living it.
The rush was overwhelming. There was a great sense of adrenalin in my body now. I felt anxious, and excited. Determined. Determined, to reach the end.
Looking at my surroundings now, I realized the land was elevating. With every sprint I took, I could feel the ground rising. Rising beneath me. I knew I was getting closer. The moment was coming. At that very thought, I realized, the end was coming. Death's own sword would pierce me soon. Then I thought of all my loved ones. The ones who have been through it all with me. Just picturing their faces was a comfort, a sincere comfort to what would happen next.
The sun was falling. It was coming. I felt a jolt inside my body, It was something I couldn't control. I couldn't control anything anymore. Everything was taken over. Taken over, by something else.
The night was about to be re-born. I could see the dark velvet sky beginning to cover every bit of daylight. Except the sun and it's surroundings.
I collapsed for the last time. At the very top. The very edge of the cliff. My eyes were blurry now but I saw the sun about to come down. It was coming down into the ocean. The waves were rippling its reflection in the water and came back to land, thrashing against everything.
I looked down and saw the water. It was clear now what I was doing. But I wasn't afraid. I was ready. All I knew now was, my journey's done. I'm sure of it. I've accomplished everything I've needed to. And now, the sword would take me away.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and let go. I became limp and my body was falling. I could feel the wind against my body. It acted like a parachute, slowly, bringing me down. Then I fell, into the water just as the sun was about to set. When I reached the water, I swam as fast as I could towards the sun. As fast as I could before it disappeared before my eyes. When the sun had vanished, I laid on my back over the water, the waves lifting me here and there as I watched the moon go up.
I thought I was going to die. But it wasn't my time yet. It was almost, a preparation if you will. A preparation for what my lie ahead. It was a test. Something to prepare me, for when the real time comes at least.
I still remember that day clearly. I remember how I felt, I remember everything. But one thing I remember was being in the water. There was one moment when I took a last look above me and I saw the stars. They were glimmering so bright, in a lace across the sky. And right before I closed my eyes, I could've sworn I saw the man in the moon, wink at me.
For some reason, I wanted extremely hot water. Usually, I would have tepid water on, but this time, the water was blazing. The water beat my back with an intensity far beyond a human could ever intake. It was like hail was being shot at my skin, with a beat to it. The burning was far worse. When every droplet hit my skin, there would suddenly be a sharp pain at the spot hit. But in seconds it would go away. Once I had adapted to the water, it became numb. It almost felt, cold now. Could it possibly be that I had been in there so long that the pain had surpassed me? That my nerves had been ripped apart so much that I couldn't feel anymore? Or was the water so hot, it was cold?
I got out of the shower, ignoring my curiosity. I threw on some clothes or whatever I could get my hands on. I hadn't found the light switch yet, and I wouldn't have bothered to. After I had all my clothes on, I fumbled around looking for a particular necklace I would always wear. I threw it around me neck and then tucked it underneath my sweatshirt and shirt underneath. The cold metal rested on my skin, as if a kind of coolant. It was icy cold. Every move I made, I could feel the coldness underneath, causing me to twitch a little. The last thing I would put on would be my watch. The leather wrapped around my wrist like a python, cutting off all circulation in my wrist. Well, not all, but most. Yet leaving enough room for my blood to race through. I walked into my kitchen and opened the fridge grabbing my keys, my wallet and a bottled water. Then, I hit the road.
I walked outside and the sun was still hidden by the darkest of nights. The dawn was soon approaching and the night, fading and slowly dying. I locked my door, put my water, wallet and keys in my sweatshirt pocket, put my hood on and began running.
I ran and ran and ran. The faster I ran, the faster I would lose my breath. My blood was racing by now as I sucked in all the air I could, afraid of losing my last breath. The blood raced in my veins, nearly ripping them to shreds. My heart was racing too. It beat against my ribs and chest like a drum. Except harder, faster, and stronger, each time. I could almost hear it ringing in my ears....Thump-thump, thump-thump.
I don't know where, or why I was running. I just was. I was totally unaware of my surroundings. I was just running. I had no idea of where I was going to end up, but hopefully, somewhere. Somewhere that made sense. That's all I was thinking about...To end up somewhere...That made sense. But other than that, I just ran. I ran with no one, against no one-I ran for no one. I just ran.
At one point, I got tired of finding out where to go, so I closed my eyes. I listened for familiar things...Voices...Sounds...But it was all unclear. Things were overlapping. Which is hard to believe because of the fact that its only seven in the morning.
After a few minutes everything had added up to an hour or so worth. An hour worth of running. But the destination, however, was still vaguely said. My eyes were bloodshot, face numb from the bitter cold, and my muscles were about to collapse. And so, I did. I fell, collapsing to the ground with a thud that followed. I had no idea I was about to fall. I just did, without my own consent, my body dragged me to the cold and jagged cement, leaving me with a result of scrapes and cuts. I didn't get up. I had hesitated. I didn't want to get up. However, knowing that I would have to move on sooner or later, I got up. I knew I had to keep going, otherwise, all time I had gone through, would've been lost. Wasted.
I didn't bother to rest. For some reason, I thought resting would make things all the more difficult. I never found out if I was right, but I didn't care, I was just determined. Determined to go farther in my journey. Farther, closer to my destination-what ever that was.
Along the way, I continued to fall. At one point I just started collapsing. Fainting. Barely breathing. But still, I kept going.
From time to time, I grabbed a drink to replenish myself. Giving me a sense of relief. A resting moment I could savor. But only a moment. Then, I'd carry on.
Before I realized it, it had turned twelve. I had been running for six hours. Six hours worth. Six hours worth of precious time. By now, I knew I couldn't turn back, I knew I couldn't give up, I knew I was too far-I knew, time was running short.
I had somehow ran faster after I realized how much time I had left. I faced many obstacles along the way, I made bad and good decisions also, but this didn't stop me from going any farther.
Now, my head, aching, my stomach, in dire need for food, my muscles and bones were aching and my blood was a fierce current, racing through what is now my weak veins. I was short of breath. My chest felt like there was a great pressure between my heart, and my ribs. My heart was beating furiously, trying to escape this body. This body, that was slowly dying. It was pumping my blood so fast that the rush was overwhelming. I felt as if my whole body had been "asleep" and it woke up, causing the feeling of needles puncturing me all over.
I knew I was going to die soon. But I wasn't scared. I knew it was coming. But I wasn't afraid of it. The only thing I was afraid of now, was losing. Losing to the clock. I had time to race, and from the very start, I knew it wasn't going to be easy.
I was nearly there but I was running out of time. I had an hour to go. My body had gotten used to the pain by now, and it had picked up the pace. The sun was far over by the west now so I knew I had to keep going. I ran past some bystanders who stared at me in wonderment. I was going probably fifty, sixty maybe even ninety miles per hour. I sped past them, heaving and choking, sometimes blood spewed out, and I left them. I left them in their place-gawking at me.
Half hour to go. I was against the clock. Nothing else mattered now. But to get where I was supposed to be, and soon. I was going definitely ninety now. I was sure of it. I could tell by the way everything looked. I looked straight ahead, but using my peripherals, I could see everything whooshing past me. I thought it impossible, but I was doing it wasn't I? I was doing it right at this very moment-I was living it.
The rush was overwhelming. There was a great sense of adrenalin in my body now. I felt anxious, and excited. Determined. Determined, to reach the end.
Looking at my surroundings now, I realized the land was elevating. With every sprint I took, I could feel the ground rising. Rising beneath me. I knew I was getting closer. The moment was coming. At that very thought, I realized, the end was coming. Death's own sword would pierce me soon. Then I thought of all my loved ones. The ones who have been through it all with me. Just picturing their faces was a comfort, a sincere comfort to what would happen next.
The sun was falling. It was coming. I felt a jolt inside my body, It was something I couldn't control. I couldn't control anything anymore. Everything was taken over. Taken over, by something else.
The night was about to be re-born. I could see the dark velvet sky beginning to cover every bit of daylight. Except the sun and it's surroundings.
I collapsed for the last time. At the very top. The very edge of the cliff. My eyes were blurry now but I saw the sun about to come down. It was coming down into the ocean. The waves were rippling its reflection in the water and came back to land, thrashing against everything.
I looked down and saw the water. It was clear now what I was doing. But I wasn't afraid. I was ready. All I knew now was, my journey's done. I'm sure of it. I've accomplished everything I've needed to. And now, the sword would take me away.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and let go. I became limp and my body was falling. I could feel the wind against my body. It acted like a parachute, slowly, bringing me down. Then I fell, into the water just as the sun was about to set. When I reached the water, I swam as fast as I could towards the sun. As fast as I could before it disappeared before my eyes. When the sun had vanished, I laid on my back over the water, the waves lifting me here and there as I watched the moon go up.
I thought I was going to die. But it wasn't my time yet. It was almost, a preparation if you will. A preparation for what my lie ahead. It was a test. Something to prepare me, for when the real time comes at least.
I still remember that day clearly. I remember how I felt, I remember everything. But one thing I remember was being in the water. There was one moment when I took a last look above me and I saw the stars. They were glimmering so bright, in a lace across the sky. And right before I closed my eyes, I could've sworn I saw the man in the moon, wink at me.
She was perfect. Like beautiy incarnated. Long, flowing, red hair, shining like the stars. Cole black eyes outlined by freckles that were sprinkled over her nose and corners of her eyes.
Seeing her again hurt. Hurt more then when I broke my arm in fourth grade, more then when my older brother hit me above the eyebrow and busted my skin open and needed stiches.
Her with him was a dager through my heart. She was suppose to be mine...forever.
Thats when she looked at me. Her plump pink lips twiched the slightest. Then shock overtook her features as she reconized the 19- year-old boy she use to love. But that's just it. She USE to love me, but I still loved her. Not even the Marines could stop that, not the 4 years I've spent away changed that. She was still my life.
He was hers.
Seeing her again hurt. Hurt more then when I broke my arm in fourth grade, more then when my older brother hit me above the eyebrow and busted my skin open and needed stiches.
Her with him was a dager through my heart. She was suppose to be mine...forever.
Thats when she looked at me. Her plump pink lips twiched the slightest. Then shock overtook her features as she reconized the 19- year-old boy she use to love. But that's just it. She USE to love me, but I still loved her. Not even the Marines could stop that, not the 4 years I've spent away changed that. She was still my life.
He was hers.
poem 1:the world
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for you to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
love is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
love is power
love is strong.
thats why love songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember you hum.
im sorry i must run.
the sun shines bright
there's day,and there's night
both are beautiful sights
this is the world
Winter,spring,summer,and fall
is a magical season
so there is no reason
for you to hate
seasons so great
we are all one
we need the sun
we need the air
we all care
about the world
poem 2:love
there is something above
we cant see it
we cant bee it
but we all know what it is
it is love
love is what we need
to live,to breath
to be what we can be
we all need love
love is power
love is strong.
thats why love songs
are so very strong
Poem 3:run (this one isnt all that good)
in the sun
is where i run
away from here
ill not be near
Something that will kill me
something that can be
so deadly and strong
and can kill me with a song
thats why i run
in the sun
i still remember you hum.
im sorry i must run.
I believe I can fly
Take to the sky
Be all that I’m going to be
See all that I’m going to see
You can’t hold me back
With me, there’s nothing to lack
So take a seat
Don’t miss a beat
And watch us fly
Right on by
In a jet or a plane
There’s no way that we’re sane
So sit on back
Try not to hack
Enjoy the view
Don’t miss your Que
To start on flying
Without dying
‘Cause we believe we can fly
As we take to the sky
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many times i think we feel the weight of the world is on our shoulders, but i know that there are times when you can feel as light as a feather and as though you can fly and take on the whole world. i wrote this in one of those moods and hope you liked it.
Take to the sky
Be all that I’m going to be
See all that I’m going to see
You can’t hold me back
With me, there’s nothing to lack
So take a seat
Don’t miss a beat
And watch us fly
Right on by
In a jet or a plane
There’s no way that we’re sane
So sit on back
Try not to hack
Enjoy the view
Don’t miss your Que
To start on flying
Without dying
‘Cause we believe we can fly
As we take to the sky
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many times i think we feel the weight of the world is on our shoulders, but i know that there are times when you can feel as light as a feather and as though you can fly and take on the whole world. i wrote this in one of those moods and hope you liked it.
Diem Mirabilis
Morning:
for Morning is made
of mysteries and uncertainties
the hopes of beginnings
the risks of unknowns
the potential for greatness
or failure
Midday:
for Midday is the height
of the glory of the sun
the climax of twenty-four hours
the brightness that blinds and clarifies
the answers once hidden
now unveiled
Sunset:
for Sunset arrives
with the final shift of the sky
the afterglow of the triumph
the sweetness of the last drop
the closing chapter of a story
and the beginning...
of a new one.
This is a small poem I wrote a while back.I hope you like it, please tell me what you think
Thank you
-Aurora
The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know you want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"
Thank you
-Aurora
The Wind is cold against her skin
Numbing her body perfectly,
Erasing the pain she knew all to well
Escaping her problems if only for a moment
The chill of the breeze whispering to her
"Just do it" it taunted, "You know you want to"
Each time, the voice got louder
Beckoning her to let go, end it all
Was it worth it
Some would say no
But to her it was everything
Yet the voices called to her
"Let go, Let got, ... Let Go"