Silence
ghostly echos of playful laughter
in the empty hallways of my memory
the old fantasy i've loved my whole life
consumes me
as my fragile heart bleeds.
I'm smiling though
a sad smile true
but I haven't lost hope
or will
just my voice
it aways leaves first
even though you can still hear me crying
I won't speak
It won't change anything
even if I want it to
even if I need it
I'll just sit here
and listen .
It was a pretty normal morning in my compter class, then the intercom buzzed on and a secratary annonced that we were about to start a level 3 lock-down drill.which means we have to sit silently in the dark for awhile.As I sat in the darkness listening to the sound of my classmates tapping away at their keyboards,their faces illumanated by the glowing blue light of their computer screens I started noticing something strange.I ducked my head and looked around discreetly, their faces looked ...different.
The light playing on thir faces made them look like twisted and deformed masks,I blinked and shook my head hoping it would banish the grotes
Vividly,
the morning light shines
upon my new masterpiece.
I watch covered in shadows
as the red ink drips slowly off my pen
on the pure snow
so beautiful it looks ,
the red
violently contrasting the brillant white paper
as it drips as it drips.
Huh I never noticed before
its snowing again
new snow surrounds my masterpiece
blue snow flakes on my picture frame
looks so weird ,funny ,ironicly
patriotic
so am I now a patriot?
I giggle and walk away slowly
the ink has dried by now
oh well,
I wonder if they like my painting?
I could ask them now but
that wouldn't be fun
I guess I'll just wait for the headline
now on