Plush2003-03-07 03:26:20 CST Tones of plush skin and rose lips blur my vision, The sounds of hushed panting and groaning sound, The feeling of being pushed, pressured hone in And here I sit, in another world because I am scared. On and on the beating goes, homing in on me, Next minute those roses kiss my forehead, Sorry for the infliction, the pain, the hate they have for me, And I take it, though in my other world, still scared. Having taken so much, I couldn't take it once more, I tore out of that world and cried out for help, It came once and took that bloody hand from my ribs, And I slowly came out of my world, though scared. I was pulled gently into arms of warmth, not cold, I was soothed to sleep, tears in my eyes from pain, Here it became clear that I was protected, saved, But I still saved that other world, for I am still scared. These arms and new pale rose lips don't scar me, They hold me into the deep nights and assure my heart, They won't leave, won't hurt, won't let me go, But there still is that world, still making me scared. Of what comes next, not so horrific, not so loving, Those arms left me, abandoned me, and I'm alone, Seeking warmth and love, I began a search, And there I retreated, to that world, even more scared. I bounced from body to body, finding no peace, Seeking rest, finding nothing but sleepless nights, I continued to wonder if I would find those arms again, Night came to the other world, where I remained scared. I saw in the room a wonderful person, smiling at me, Of every perfection, every unflawed body, every voice, Those eyes saw me, those hands helped me, And I again moved away from my other world, not so scared. Year and again, those eyes and hands proved to love, They showed they cared, never pretended to leave, And after so long, I knew I had found what I seeked, I left that other world and felt scared no more. Here in the gaze of those eyes, his lips speak caringly, His hands brush through my waved blonde hair, His voice soothing my dreams to nothing but wishes, And here I remain, never scared. | Freeze2003-10-22 17:17:26 CST As loud as it can go, the radio now booms, holding my ear to the floor, i smile, able to hear the small infractions of sound, Closing my rosy blue eyes, I sleep. Listen to it, and freeze, till the snow falls, winter breeze, grab someone close and breathe, but know this, and see. There comes a time for one to know, hearing this, and let it show, grace comes from the heart, and thats only one's start. As loud as it can go, the radio now booms, Hearing it in the floor, i smile, I can feel the vibrations of sound, and close my blue eyes, I sleep. Listen to it, and freeze, for its when snow falls, in winter breeze, that you hold one close, and breathe, and you know this, and see. Harsh is the air, in which curddles milk, I can only know that this is silk, beneath my head, under skin, my own heart shines and says, Come in. |
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2003-05-23 00:48:22 CST
*Slowly opening her journal on the hospital desk table in her room, Nera pulls the pen which kept track of where she was out of the spiral binding and begins another entry* Dearest... well no.. more like Hello Diary. It's Nera again... I dun have much to write I suppose. Things haven't been well, as you can tell.. It's been awhile since i've written.. Had my birthday though - big ol' 14. Nice eh? I suppose so. Dad bought me a new journal/diary. It doesn't fit me but he tried hard to figure out what to get me. I love him dearly. ... Lately I haven't had much to write. Haven't been to school in almost two months, Leon and Grey always visit, bringing me homework. hehe... Those are my boys. I'll miss them... *Taking a moment, Nera pauses to think then continues* Do you miss people when you die? I suppose not but I wonder sometimes... I mean if i can miss people now, what would it be like when I die? Then again I will know soon enough. Doctors don't think the cancer will continue to grow but they won't attempt another surgery (18 in two years, bleh)and they don't even want to tell me whether or not i'll get over it. Ruth, the head nurse, snuck a small chocolate cake with strawberry icing in for my birthday. It was good... She's a sweetheart, y'know. Ruth and the whole staff.. Rachel and Steph bought me flowers, they're candy stripers from the local high school... really pretty too... Rachel has a boyfriend named Steve, he comes around with her when she has free time.. he's a hottie.. gave mea kiss on the cheek... oh i blushed for a week! ... and Steph.. well.. I think she has a boyfriend but she doesn't talk much about that all.. she's nice anyways. Heh.. i just ran out of things to write, but also it's almost 3.. so the doc will be in to check on me soon. He'll proally have another joke. Sweet man. I'll get to write more later.. i hope.. Love with All my Heart, Nera Raene Nera Entry #32003-02-19 18:28:35 CST I really haven't been keeping up to date in whats going on, have I? -the small girl writes in her journal and quirks a smile- No. I've had so much on my mind and no reason to put it to paper with pen and writing. -her delicate script playfully dancing along each line of the journal- Well here is the beginning of a new thought, Aye? I started a new book, it's become amazing, though boring at parts (which I skiped for lack of interest, of course).. I can't go into detail, for it would bore you to I am sure of it. -another quirk of a smile peeks then disappears- I haven't had that only to keep me busy. I haven't felt good for awhile, Daddy is taking me to the doctors tomorrow. As I write, I am sitting in my pjs, y'know the blue velvet ones with roses on the cuffs and collar. I've had stomach aches and headaches worse than ever. I don't like staying home, it's so boring. There's only so much on the TV anymore (I am not going to watch soap operas) and most games need more than one person. I did make a few braclets though, I'm pretty proud of myself for them, too. I don't know who I might give them to though, probably... no.. No names, not this time. It wouldn't be right. -she giggles as if she were teasing someone- Silly that words can be like a letter to a friend but never leave the spot we put them. Anyways, I should go.. The brothers are fighting over dinner and I should go down for my soup. Bleh. -she giggles again and signs her name. Closing the journal, she grabs up her robe off the back of her chair and makes for the door, closing it behind her- Nera Entry #42003-04-06 15:58:28 CST
"Are wishes are over the rainbow, Daddy?" Nera asked softly as her father tucked her in for the night. "Yes, Lovely. Your mother always made sure her wishes were made upon a rainbow. They stay there till they are granted and they are there till you go over the rainbow yourself," He replied with a sad smile. Nodding, Nera sighed. "Daddy, if I make a wish, does it mean it will come true eventually then?" "I would hope so, Nera-Love. You deserve your wishes to come true." Smiling some, she stared out the window and then whispered, "I wish I could see my mommy again." Soon she closed her eyes, hugged her teddy close and fell asleep. Her father kissed her forehead and sighed, "You will, My Sweetdreamer. You will." Softly in the background the hawaiian mix of "Somewhere over the Rainbow" with "What a wonderful world" plays as Nera sleeps softly, her snores almost blending in with the music. A woman's figure is embodied in the shadows, watching the young girl sleep. Her eyes sad and smiling yet not totally there. Her lips sing with the music as if she's done it a few times more than needed, in familiarity. The woman steps foreward and touches the sleeping childs cheek with a lithe, white hand. "I'm sorry, My Sweetheart, I can't grant your wish. Soon though. Soon." Slowly the figure fades out and disappears as the song repeats. |
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