On my shoulders carrying the weight dreams broken left dying at my feet tears gathering never falling staring into the mirror hollowed eyes empty what can I say? You haunt me my dreams my desires. I want to walk forward forge a path but there you are foiling my way. Smoked delusions lay back watch starlight dance across the sky I hurt ache take a deep breath my pain hidden pushed down until forgotten. Not forgotten ignored smile plastered heart breaking you pass me by I wish you happiness while I sink to my knees memories overwhelming one after another bleed veins slashed sorry no blame no guilt I need to be free….. free of pain of hatred of life….. Bend not before my grave raindrops hard battering no salve for your conscious. Scars threaded black and blue you might hit me curled inwards words pierce slaughtering my soul my heart. Good night my sweet prince. Come just a little closer lean in feel that blade slip between your ribs. Fall to knees gasp cold grief stand above should have told you I am a psychopath.
Story by Jay-lyn Doerksen of daisymae874.wordpress.com. Check out Jay’s blog for more poetic poems. Thanks for the spooky vibes, Jay!
‘HELP’ was spelt out across the floor in giant letters pulled off a cinemas signage. “I thought if anyone flew overhead…” sighed Copper.
Iron cleaned the dust off the letters. Copper gave her a thankful nod.
Above the entrance was a list of films and times. At the bottom of the sign was a sombre message. ‘The owner of the Hulley Cineplex has passed away. His funeral service will be held at 2:10, 4:20, 8:30.’
Iron smirked. “You like puns too, aye?” asked Copper.
In 2003, I went to the third Lord of the Rings preview. We were a couple of minutes late, but front row seats. The projector malfunctioned during the adverts. The manager came in and said the screening was cancelled. I heard a grown man/passionate orc scream “I’ve waited 10 years for this!”
As I laughed out loud, my mate grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the cinema. I realised on the way out, the whole cinema was filled with people dressed as orcs, elves, dwarves, goblins and whatever else is in Lord of the Rings. We were the only people dressed in jeans and shirts.
I don’t know if the cinema owner survived. We got a refund from the box office and were out of the cinema before anyone else emerged from the screen. Do orcs eat humans? RIP cinema manager guy.
I think that was the last time I went to the cinema… Yikes…
They left the school and returned to the main road. Buildings had sunk further than others into the ground here. The roofs of houses and odd chimneys were all that was left peeking out of the soil. In some places, there would be a dark and dusty patch where a house once stood.
One building was noticeably absent. The Spanish magic show house. Un Dos had vanished without a tres.
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Copper made her way to the libraries second floor. Bookshelves had collapsed across a number of games tables.
Chess pieces were strewn across the floor. Decks of cards had been scattered in ways that would have made magicians weep. Scrabble boards had been snapped in half, throwing their letters into an alphabet soup over every surface.
Once past the Scrabble boards, she let out a sigh of relief. It was all fun and games until somebody lost an ‘I’.
As copper stripped any salvageable parts from the PC, Iron continued browsing the books.
She found her way into the automotive section. Books lined the
shelves with titles relating to cars, motorcycles, tractors and
engines. She pulled a book off the shelf titled “A beginners guide
to starting combustion engines.”
They found their way to the library where Copper spotted a lone computer. She pulled out her tools and got to work deconstructing it.
Iron wandered up the aisles of books. “Don’t go too far,” called Copper. Irons claws were nimble enough to open a book, but not sharp enough to turn the pages with accuracy. Tilting her head sideways, she read the book titles.
‘Scotch; The History of Sellotape.’ She debated having a read, but she knew she’d never find the beginning.