Alwaysthere Writing... (be gentle)

[alwaysthere]

Hey everyone, Snow_fire convinced me to share some of my writings so here I go. If you want to comment, go right ahead, but please be kind about your criticism. It's taking me a lot of courage to post these.

{I'm writing a book too. I'm up to chapter 9, but I only have up to chapter 8 typed up. I might post it in a different thread but i'm not sure about that}

 

[alwaysthere]

Will you Care
I feel like you love me not
It’s like you don’t want me around.
But that’s just fine;
I don’t care anymore.

Mock me all you want,
With your hateful words.
Laugh in my face.
I don’t care anymore.

Keep it up;
You’ve almost killed my spirit
Like a mother who’s child just died.
I don’t care anymore.

Blow me off.
Ignore me when I say
That my feelings have been hurt.
I don’t care anymore.

I like being alone.
I like having no one care.
I like feeling that no one’s there for me.
Because I don’t care anymore.

I try to make you happy
By telling you I love you,
And that I want to help any way I can.
But you don’t care anymore.

I try to meet your expectations
By getting good grades,
But it’s never good enough.
So, I don’t care anymore.

I try to be there for you.
I try to succeed in every way
By trying to do everything you want me to.
But you don’t care anymore.

You want me to be perfect
Like a movie star
And to be the best.
But I don’t care anymore.
All I want is help
With everyday things.
All I want is respect.
But I feel like you don’t care anymore.

I try to talk to you
By telling you about how I feel.
About how I’m feeling neglected.
But I don’t care anymore.

I try to help
With everyday things.
I try to give respect.
But I feel like you don’t care anymore.

I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know how to make it better.
I don’t know what you want from me.
So, I don’t care anymore.

If I run away, will you care?
If I die today, will yo care?
I know that if you did, I would.


Every Moment

With every mile between us
Our bond becomes so much greater
With every day I don’t see you
My heart grows so much stronger
With every dream you are in
My spirit feels so much safer
With every moment that goes by
I am reminded of our love
How our love is stronger
Than a dragon’s scales over his heart
With every breath I take
I hope that you’re thinking of me
With every passing minute
I wish I could see you
With every beat of my heart
I wait to kiss you
With every moment that goes by
I am reminded of our bond
How our bond is longer lasting
Than the beauty of a tiger
With every sound of your voice
You make my heart skip a beat
With every sight of your face
You take my breath away
With every touch of your hand
You give me butterflies
With every moment that goes by
I am reminded of our spirits
How our spirits are closer
Than the beats of a butterfly’s wings
With every moment that goes by
I love you a little more
With every moment that goes by
I am happy that you are mine
With every moment that goes by
I know that everything is okay
With every moment that goes by
I know that we will be forever together


Clichés

I saw time fly once
When I was having fun
But I guess that’s the way it goes
Because it’s a dog eat dog world
And only the strong survive
So you is or you ain’t
But if you are and you snooze
In a journey a thousand miles
Which starts with one step
Then you lose
So take one step forward
And two steps back
But on your trip don’t judge a book by its cover
Because the glass could be half full
Or it could be half empty
But what you see is what you get
Be careful though
A watched pot never boils
So don’t look too long
Take a picture
Because a picture is worth a thousand words
If you don’t have a camera, buy one
If you have no money, just remember
A penny saved is a penny earned
Meanwhile, listen to some music
After all, music makes the world go ‘round  

[alwaysthere]

An Unlikely Aquaintance

“I’m not crazy. I’m just a little unwell. I know right now you can’t tell, but stay awhile and then you’ll see, a different side of me.” Matchbox Twenty was jamming away on my car radio when my automobile demised its movements. My foot was still on the gas pedal when the radio died. At first I didn’t know what had happened, so I tried to restart my vehicle. When nothing reacted to the turning of my ignition, I jumped out into the road. I took a quick gander left then right to see if anyone was approaching.
It was about ten minutes before the headlights of a silver Mercedes Benz appeared. I was in such a hurry to get home that I immediately threw myself in front of the driver’s car. The transportation device swerved, then gained control and pulled off to the side. I noted that the driver’s side window was shattered and tainted with what seemed to be blood. That very image made me regret stopping the car. Then I saw the REAL reason I should not have stopped the vehicle.
He was bald and had dark eyes that you could get lost in if you didn’t have a flashlight of sanity with you. The blood from his mutilated hand splashed with every one of his twitches. He was constantly looking around, as if he was worried someone was coming to get him. The hospital gown was too short on him and was quite revealing when he turned his back.
“Hello. My name is Ymmat Namuh. May I know yours?” I gave him a false name, because I didn’t want him to end up tracking me down and killing me in my sleep. However, I wanted to know him so I could later turn him into the police.
He started to hum something, then looked straight into my eyes and answered in a hoarse voice, “My doctors call me ‘Bobby’. But my real name is Bob Allowicious.” When he said “doctors,” the Matchbox Twenty song I listened to just moments earlier popped into my head.
“Okay. Nice to meet you, Bob. Look, I need your help. My car battery died, and I need you to jump start it for me. I have jumper cables, and I know how to set it up. All I need you to do is start your car. Can you please help me with that?” I was slowly stepping away from him to my car’s trunk. I wasn’t sure whether I would grab my jack, hit him on the head with it, and take his car, or grab my cables and start my own. It ended up being the cables that I grabbed.
“Are you okay, Tammy? Or should I say Human Tammy? I know who you are and I’m not very happy that you tried to trick me by giving me a false name.” His view went from me to looking aimlessly around again. How could he have known my name was Tammy? How could he have figured out that I had given him a false name?
“How did you know that I gave you the wrong name? How did you know that Ymmat Namuh was really Human Tammy backwards? Who are you really?” So many questions poured from my mouth that I wasn’t even able to understand them all. Nonetheless, he answered them all.
“Do you remember the 1947 Roswell incident? Well our mother was involved in the cover up. But she couldn’t hide it for long, because when you were being born, she told our father everything. She told him that the aliens had done some tests on me and that I was destined to be half an extraterrestrial. She lost her life during your birth, and I was sent to an asylum. I was sent away because I started to show signs of alien activity. No one wanted to admit that I was supposed to be sent to another plant. Instead, they concluded that I was insane and they shipped me to the asylum. I’ve been there for thirty years. I was sent there when I was only five years old. I never got to see you. When I turned fifteen, I had someone follow you and let me know how you were doing. That’s how I know who you are. Now, about your name. Come on, did you really think that I wouldn’t catch on? I may be insane, but I’m not stupid. So now you know who I am and how I know who you are. Are there and OTHER questions?” This last question was flooded with aggravation. However, he told me his story, I felt sorry for him and had no fear of him left in my mind. All I wanted to do was help him out and get to know him better.
“So, why did you escape? And why are you twitching so much? And how old are you?” I was amazed at how many questions I had for him. I was afraid I would scare him off before I got to know everything I could about him.
“I’m twitching because of all the experiments the aliens and the doctors did on me. I am now thirty-five years old. I escaped because I was tired of all the tests, and I wanted to finally meet you. After all, you are my little sister, and I’m supposed to take care of you. But I’m going to ask that you take care of me instead. I have so many new mental problems, and I’ve been so dependant on others that I don’t know how to take care of myself.” His eyes went from the never-ending dark to a well lighted area of sorrow.
“I will help you. I will also take care of you the best I can. If there is anything that you need, let me know and I’ll get it for you, if I can. We’ll get you a new name also, just incase the institution comes looking for you. But before we start a new life, we have to get my car started.” We nodded to each other in agreement and jump-started my car.
When we hopped back into my vehicle, I restarted it, and the radio started to sing. The song “My Hero” by the Foo Fighters was on. We turned to each other and smiled. I looked for oncoming traffic before merging back onto the street. With the radio on and my newly found brother next to me, I was ready to go home and start our new life together.
“There goes my hero, watching as he goes. There goes my hero, so ordinary...” That song was the beginning of a new friendship and a new family. That musical poem will be in my heart from this day on no matter what happens down the highway of reality.



My Home


The rolling hills behind my mansion make the sky look like it is smiling. The undisturbed river reflected the vast blue heaven. During the summer, I cruise past the border of trees, which form a wall around my island, in my massive yacht. Amongst the cluster of plant life, my superior home hides from the human eye. The only life that is able to see my accommodations are my servants that live a football field’s length away from it. Around their chambers is a fence from the perfect villages in movies, and it is whiter than the painted face of a Trick-or-Treater on Halloween.
“Ahh. It is a glorious day today. Charlie, go tell Pippin to start dinner. We’ll be eating outside today.” I stood at my open bedroom window, sniffing the air. I pondered about the idea of a picnic, and ten I finally told myself that it was the right thing to do.
“All right, Father. Do you plan on having a picnic today? If so, I’ll have to tell mother. Her stomach flu is taking quite a toll on her. She isn’t feeling particularly well today.” My only son has grown up to age of a ripe seventeen. I have taught him well. He gallantly strolled into his mother’s chamber. She refused to share a room while she was sick. So, she slept in the closest guestroom.
“John! AAAHHH!!!!’ My wife’s scream nearly made me fall out of my window. She sounded like someone was ripping her apart.
“Mother!” My son, my dear son was probably watching his mother die right in front of him.
As I galloped to my sick wife, fear rose in my heart. On my journey, I could not help to think that I was too late. My wonderment was indeed true. Charlie slouched over his giver of life and wept. She appeared, not dead, but as if looking eternally into an everlasting light. When I touched her she was still warm and her face was full of color.
“I called the doctor and he said it was the flu. But I don’t think it was. I think it was just Death playing a dirty trick on us. Why did he have to do this to us?” Charlie was turning hysterical very rapidly.
“Son, instead of a picnic, we’ll be having a funeral.” I tried hard not to weep, I had to show him that everything was going to be okay. If I cried with him, I fear he would feel that all was over.  

[alwaysthere]

Teased

Steam rises from his head
He huffs and puffs with anger
He becomes a sudden danger
And he can no longer sleep in bed
He’s tired of being teased
Because he’s not that different
And he’s a good friend
But they treat him like he’s diseased
His heart begins to race
As he walks toward the crowd
Raising his chin and becoming proud
He stands up for his rightful social place
“No more teasing please”
He asks in a mannerly tone
But his presence was unknown
So he just walked away, but not with ease
He was still being harassed
Until the day of his untimely death
The crowd took his last breath
With a single blast


Seasonal Life


Planted seeds give birth
As trees grow their leaves
New born birds sing
Their life has just commenced

Flowers emerge from their buds
As leaves get ready to fall
And birds start to age
Now temperatures rise

Flowers begin to wilt
Trees are now bare
So birds have gone south
The year’s end is near

Temperatures drop
Everything is buried
Concealed in a cold grave
A whiteness hides its victims

The twelve months have ended
Everything is still
This year is demised
But a new one is near


Loved Ones of Life


When memories of recent years fade
And morphed confidence slips away
A legacy of lies
That still evoke nightmares of the past
Bring out the sadness that lies within
So suspending time will not help
Because when memories fade
They are lost forever
And when confidence slips away
It is unretrievable
But what will always be there and stay true
Are the loved ones...
...of life


Is This True Happiness?


My love for you is indestructible
It is stronger than a dragon’s grip
But more beautiful than a butterfly’s wings
Our connection is nigh indescribable
It burns hotter than a candle’s flame
But longer lasting than the stars above
Our passion is anything but inconceivable
It pours down on us like the rains from heaven
But surrounds us like the very air we breathe
You need not fear losing me
For it is I who will never let you go


A Call

All is well
No one can tell
How sweet it is
To know all this
So I come forth
From way out north
To tell you all
Of a strange call
A call to me
That made me see
Why life is good
And why we should
Why we should breath
And should not grieve
What we do not own
But what is known
What is known hurts
And makes us feel worse
But we will excel
And defeat our hell
So do not you fret
But place a bet
That you will be
In harmony  

[alwaysthere]

Tigeria

“So, what’d ya do?” Bob tried to keep from freezing in the coldness fo space by swaying back and forth like a rocking horse.
“I committed terrorism in Russia. You?” Billy Joe was a bulky man, so he just sat in his seat with his arms crossed, without even being phased by the chill of space.
“I only assassinated the rulers of every country on Earth. I don’t see why I was exiled.”
“That was you? Wow! I’m impressed.”
“The drone of the spaceship’s computer interrupted the conversation of the exiled convicts, “Preparing for landing in T-minus 5 . . . 4 . . . ”
“Welcome to Tigeria. This is where you two scum bags get off. Thank God. If I had to listen to any more of your ‘bonding,’ I would have thrown you into the freezing depths of space.” The intergalactic officer revealed a smirk as he brought out a syringe. “I’ve got a little going away present for you fellas though. Gimme your arms.” Bob and Billy Joe stretched out their right arms willingly and Officer Olie happily injected an orange substance into them.
With a boom and a rattle, the enormous ship landed. The door to the unknown outside swished open. The villains stepped out wearing their lovely new outfits. There was a vacuum like hose for the oxygen that connected the dragon’s fire orange jump-suit to the fish bowl helmet. On their hands were skin tight, licorice black gloves and on their feet were standard, military combat boots.
As the destroyers of life examined their new surroundings, two suns dimly shone in their eyes. One sun was an iridescent forest green that acted as a partner to a ghostly white sun that resembled a space light bulb. As the men trudged across the glass like ground, they came to a crater that looked like a giant’s footprint.
There was an unexpected roar behind the exiled men, so they turned around. They witnessed their only transportation home leaving them. After a quick and unsuccessful jog toward the ship, Billy Joe strolled back to the crater.
“Wally wally wang wang.” A creature in the crater made itself known.
“What the hell was that?” Billy Joe’s fear level was tripled like blood loss from a stab victim.
“It came from the crater. So just calm down, hee hoo hah.”
“What?”
“Wally wally from the crater. So wang wang you wimp.” Bob started to grow hair in places he never realized was possible, meanwhile his speech started to change. However, he was completely unaware of his transformation. He only saw that Billy Joe’s knees turned knobby and that his body shrank.
“Willy? What in the wee woo saying?” Billy Joe noticed that Bob’s bald head spat out a patch of hair and a pair of horns. He felt a sudden pain growing in his hands and looked down. His ten fingers were changing into six claws. “Oh my flaw! What’s yee to us?” His fear evolved into terror.
“We are wang wang.” Bob rolled his eyes in disgust toward the crater. He spotted something that looked like a blue basketball and gently plucked it from the ground.
“Put me down! Put me down, you, numb nuts!” This creature kicked Bob in the shin and was abruptly dropped.
“What’s happening to us? How come I’m starting to look like a hairy, blue basketball? We can we finally understand each other?” Billy Joe squatted, to nearly the same height as his new acquaintance, and put his shrunken eyes and enlarged nose into his claws.
“Woah, woah, woah. Wait one flippin’ minute. Who are you, little fella?” Bob was terrified, but his twenty years in prison taught him how to hide it.
“Don’t call me little fella, idiot. My name is Indy. I used to be a convict just like you two, but now I’m a Tigerian. I was among the first five men brought here. Do you remember the injection just before you got off the ship?” The newcomers nodded in dismay. “Well, that formula is what changed you.
It was given to you because just in case a space traveler comes along, they won’t know Earth’s government is illegally dumping its ‘trash’ on this planet. We can understand each other now because our vocal chords and inner ears have completely changed. We are now identical except for one difference.”
“What’s that?” Billy Joe stood up and brushed his round body off. He was no longer hysterical, but he was furious at Earth’s government for dropping him off like last week’s trash.
“Will you can it and let me finish? God! The one difference is evident behind the right horn on everyone. Each one of us has a different symbol. Let’s see, what’s your name, soldier?” Indy started to examine Billy Joe’s right horn for the mark of individuality.
“I’m Billy Joe.”
“I’m Bob,” he interrupted rudely.
“Ok trooper Bob, calm down. Well Billy Joe, you’ve got a star. Bob, you’ve been blessed with a cross.”
“What’s your symbol?” Billy Joe’s anger was replaced with the excitement of being part of a secret race.
“I’ve got a spoon.”
“Ha ha ha! A spoon! Oh, man, I’m sorry.” Bob tried extremely hard not to laugh, but he couldn’t hold it in and went ballistic.
A dull roar disturbed the air. The conversing men turned to see a ship with a skull and crossbones slapped on the side. Their pealike eyes grew to the size of grapes.
“Crap! Run! It’s the monkeys! They come here for our hide. Run, you fools, run!” Indy ran like a giddy school girl back to his crater. Billy Joe tried to follow, but Bob grabbed his arm before he could escape.
“We’re not running. We’re going to make these monkey fellas never wanna come back.” Bob’s eyes gleamed with hatred.
“How the hell are we gonna do that?
“Just follow my lead. Grab the hoses and helmets from our suits and follow me.” Bob slithered to the back of the ship with Billy Joe close behind him.
“Gimme the helmets.” Bob took the fish bowls and used them to plug up two of the craft’s jets. The third jet was probed with one of the hoses.
“Now, when I give the signal, run out in front of the monkeys and start beating them with the hose,” Bob handed his accomplice the second hose. “I’ll sneak inside and start the engine. Since I blocked two of the jets, all the power will go to the one with the hose in it. I will then carefully grab the hose hanging from the ship. Now, since you’ll be beating them up, they’ll be pushed back toward their ship. I’ll then be able to push them into it with my home made flamethrower. Do you understand the plan?”
“Uh huh.” Billy Joe was frightened, but he did not want to let his new friend down.
As the two men carried out their plan, the native creatures emerged from their holes in the ground. The gathering wanted to see what the newcomers were up to. Indy had come out just as Bob started to threaten the invaders.
“If you ever come back, my army will tear you apart.” Bob’s fury submerged as the unwanted guests left. When he spun around, he was greeted by a dense wall of Tigerians. The crowd was clapping and cheering for the flawless victory of the newcomers.
“Well done, my friends. Well done.” Indy swore to be Bob’s and Billy Joe’s pal for eternity.
Over the next ten years, Bob, Billy Joe, and Indy became the Einsteins and George Washingtons of Tigeria. They invented agricultural tools and warded off any invaders. When Bob’s first intergalactic love died, Billy Joe invented and an eternal life potion. Many of the creatures tried to steal the formula and became the sworn enemies of the trio-leaders. Even though they had enemies, the three buddies-for-life had many followers. That is why the planet Tigeria and its leaders are known in all existent universes.



Just Another Victim


My heart falls to my feet as the lighting from my home dies. My pores shower my entire self like a rainforest in April. Tremors fill my body as my lodge of luxury becomes a house of horrors. Then I hear what I most fear.
A single, solid step of anger creaks the secretive stairs and sends the signal to my mind that I'm in danger. Panic consumes my very existence until another step alerts me back to the horror of life. I realize that there is nothing I can do to stop my enemy, so I hide. I close every door behind me as the steps keep making their rhythm and get closer.
I reach my destination of safety, when my ears pick up the sound of a quick tap at the door. My body clenches my organs together like a mother to her dying child. Then I conclude that the villain is on the other side of the house. I relax for a mere moment until the knob creeps to the right. The window behind me slithers open as I turn and raise it up. I think that the window is the only way to free myself from the beast's future grasp. When I open the spider-web screen, it collides with the ground below, and I nearly crash down with it. The clash makes the knob's manipulator cease its movement and recede down the stairs.
As the click of the scoundrel's shoes cross the barren floor beneath me, a knife traces the walls sounding like forks on a dinner plate. The entrance way is filled with the crash of the front door against it's surroundings. When I perceive that the being is outside, I extend my head out the window to verify my thoughts. Floating to the door of my hide-a-way, I tap the knob and rotate it to the left. The hatchway slinks open and I glare into the silent, haunting darkness to see only nothing. Through the blinding fog of night, I trudge across the sand trap carpet to the next door between the bedroom and the hallway. The sweat rolls down my back, then freezes in place when the front door closes in dismay. When the creature growls, the solidified moisture on my back thaws and continues its journey down my spine. The slight movement of my feet commences once again when the intruder stomps to the garage.
When I finally reach the door, I twist the handle and cautiously peer in. Nothing triggers my sight, so I tiptoe to the edge of the stairs, continuingly glancing for my unwanted guest. I lean over the chilled oak banister and hear the much feared foreigner sniff the air to see if I emerged from my cave of comfort. The intense inhalation of oxygen paused the intruder started sprinting down the haunting halls, so I nearly lose my sanity thinking my life has just ended. But I am slammed back to awareness when I feel the cold breath of my visitor free my neck of hair. I pivot to face my opponent. Nothing but blackness fills my sight, I fell a piercing pain enter my throat. The metallic cold slices me and I open my eyes and see nothing but daylight, or so I think.
I instantly touch my throat and receive the notion that it was just a nightmare until I realize the truth. My eyelids are pried open to the fatality of reality that I never wanted to experience. The fact that my mother has turned into the monster of my terrifying dreams makes me break out into a sea of sorrows. For, when I see what was really happening, I wish that I was still dreaming. But htat is only a fantasy, because my mother has cut me open like a coroner does to a corpse. I shed a single tear of terror as my life long friend ends my life. Her final words to me were, "You should have joined your family in the depths of hell, but all you wanted to do was end Satan's reign over the world." I ask myself what she is talking about and realize she is sleepwalking again. I scream for my father, but remember that she killed him the same way she has just done to me, for I watched it happen. I was the last one of my family of seven, until this night. Many people thought I was insane when I told them that my mother murdered in her sleep Now I gargle a laugh, because I just proved them wrong by my unexpected death. Though I chuckle now, later in the heights if heaven or the depths of hell, I will conclude that I was just another victim of my mother's sleeping problems.