Post by ladyrileylupus on Nov 28, 2003 21:41:10 GMT -5
The sun rising from one end of the earth,
To light the world in its daily birth.
Drinking the morning cup of coffee,
Waking me up and yet calming the nerves in me.
Sitting by the window as the sunlight pours into the room,
Listening to the laughter of children like medicine on a sthingy.
Warm liquid pouring down my throat,
Thoughts and memories of a city and running like a scapegoat.
Rejection, denial, outcast and alone,
Words that I felt so long ago like a distant song.
What am I?
Who am I?
She held the black inked pen on the dot below the question mark as she read the last line of her morning poem. Who was she? She was Kate Williams, first generation born from Marie Anvengelous and Robert Williams from Ireland on American soil. She remembered her mother's prayers to the higher entity, to keep them all-safe but he didn't on that day her mother and father had gone off for a Christmas Party as a friend's home. She had waited up all night, cuddled on the couch hugging her stuffed unicorn and Max curled against her legs like a blanket. He had just been a puppy at the time, a gift from her dad on her 14th birthday.
She slept softly, a dream came as she stood by a tree and in the distance she saw a familiar car get clipped by a blue Sedan and the loud thundering noise. She blinked, curious and then fear sprang into her heart. She ran towards the accident as rain began falling down and she climbed up a muddy bank to the ridge where the cars laid. It was a mess, both cars were just hunks of metal as glass and other debris painted the ground. She bit her bottom lip, afraid to step any closer as the rain kept falling as the flashing lights of red and blue came closer. She watched as cops came out of the patrol car, one went to the blue Sedan as he grimaced at what must have been an awful sight. He moved to the familiar red car, he looked in and the words rang in her ears.
"Better call this in Karl, everyone's dead as it looks like they died on impact. Looks like two teenagers hit a middle aged couple, pity all dressed up and nowhere to go."
She blinked, shaking her head from the memory as it had been the first powerful line of her strength, the Psychic gift had allowed her to witness her parents' death; never before had Christmas looked so pale. She never celebrated Christmas ever again, and her Aunt Margaret had adopted her as her own. She liked her Aunt and her Uncle, she never told them that night she had snuck out to her parents' grave. Max was the only one who knew, the year-old Doberman pup followed her around where ever he could. She cried and wished with all the heart a loving child could to see her parents again as she slid on a rock as she grabbed it the sharp edge cut her hand. Blood ran free, the pain was barely registered and soon hands shot out of the earth. It had been a week since the burial, she blinked away tears as she looked over at her parents dead bodies walking around and Max sniffed, barking at them in his happy tone.
"What, where are we? Kate, what are you doing out at night?"
"Mommy! You're back, you're not dead, you're not dead at all." She stood and race to hug the cold body of her mother. "Mommy, you're so cold."
The zombie blinked, looking at her husband just standing there with a blank expression and memories of the crash came flooding back. Moments before the death she had been smiling, laughing, and thinking of her daughter waiting for her back home. She realized her daughter must have called them back from the dead, the pain of being alone and need of familiar warm arms.
"Kate, my Katie," she knelt and hugged her daughter as she felt her daughter's power fill her as it was so strong but wavering because it was raw and unsure.
"Mommy, I'm so happy you're back, can we go home?" Kate looked up with emerald hued colored eyes rimmed by tears and happiness.
"Kate, dear I can't go back home with you, I don't belong here anymore."
"But why?"
"Because I am dead, your dad and I are no longer living. But we both love you, always will and always have but it is time for you to be on your own. We can not be at your side anymore, but your dog Max will always be there for you. Max, you brave dog, protect my child for I make you her guardian."
"I love you Mommy, Daddy."
"No, put us back in the earth, to our beds. Be a good little girl for Max and don't tell anyone about this."
She bit her bottom lip as she gestured with a hand, not sure what to say for she did not want to let them go again. She watched her mother, as life began to fade from them as she pointed to their graves.
"Go back to the earth, go back to bed and rest Mommy, and Daddy. And may we meet again when my time comes as well."
She sat up as she stared into the brown liquid that was her coffee as the memories came registering back, a soft sigh as she placed the mug down and wiped a tear from her cheek. She never did let anyone find out about her gift, to raise the dead or see when things happened. Perhaps her mother knew that if a child had such a gift, no one would give her shelter or be her friend and after loosing her parents she needed that most of all. When she would go to school Max would be there at the entrance waiting for her when she came out right on time, they walked home together and played in the woods. And during those four years she began to forget the pain. When she went off to college her Aunt told her animals were not allowed in dorms, it would be the first time without Max since her parents' death and she bade Max stay. In the end her Aunt had to tie him in the back of the house when she left.
It was in a College, three states away as on the first day of school she could not concentrate having heard Max had run away from home, at the end of her last class she started to leave campus when a familiar bark made her look up. There stood the tall lean Doberman with a white star on the forehead, waiting for her like always. She never told her Aunt she found Max, or Max had found her as it were. She moved out of the dorms and got a small apartment for her and Max. Max kept guard over their home and she worked while going to school. Now they were here in St. Louis, together, forever.
To light the world in its daily birth.
Drinking the morning cup of coffee,
Waking me up and yet calming the nerves in me.
Sitting by the window as the sunlight pours into the room,
Listening to the laughter of children like medicine on a sthingy.
Warm liquid pouring down my throat,
Thoughts and memories of a city and running like a scapegoat.
Rejection, denial, outcast and alone,
Words that I felt so long ago like a distant song.
What am I?
Who am I?
She held the black inked pen on the dot below the question mark as she read the last line of her morning poem. Who was she? She was Kate Williams, first generation born from Marie Anvengelous and Robert Williams from Ireland on American soil. She remembered her mother's prayers to the higher entity, to keep them all-safe but he didn't on that day her mother and father had gone off for a Christmas Party as a friend's home. She had waited up all night, cuddled on the couch hugging her stuffed unicorn and Max curled against her legs like a blanket. He had just been a puppy at the time, a gift from her dad on her 14th birthday.
She slept softly, a dream came as she stood by a tree and in the distance she saw a familiar car get clipped by a blue Sedan and the loud thundering noise. She blinked, curious and then fear sprang into her heart. She ran towards the accident as rain began falling down and she climbed up a muddy bank to the ridge where the cars laid. It was a mess, both cars were just hunks of metal as glass and other debris painted the ground. She bit her bottom lip, afraid to step any closer as the rain kept falling as the flashing lights of red and blue came closer. She watched as cops came out of the patrol car, one went to the blue Sedan as he grimaced at what must have been an awful sight. He moved to the familiar red car, he looked in and the words rang in her ears.
"Better call this in Karl, everyone's dead as it looks like they died on impact. Looks like two teenagers hit a middle aged couple, pity all dressed up and nowhere to go."
She blinked, shaking her head from the memory as it had been the first powerful line of her strength, the Psychic gift had allowed her to witness her parents' death; never before had Christmas looked so pale. She never celebrated Christmas ever again, and her Aunt Margaret had adopted her as her own. She liked her Aunt and her Uncle, she never told them that night she had snuck out to her parents' grave. Max was the only one who knew, the year-old Doberman pup followed her around where ever he could. She cried and wished with all the heart a loving child could to see her parents again as she slid on a rock as she grabbed it the sharp edge cut her hand. Blood ran free, the pain was barely registered and soon hands shot out of the earth. It had been a week since the burial, she blinked away tears as she looked over at her parents dead bodies walking around and Max sniffed, barking at them in his happy tone.
"What, where are we? Kate, what are you doing out at night?"
"Mommy! You're back, you're not dead, you're not dead at all." She stood and race to hug the cold body of her mother. "Mommy, you're so cold."
The zombie blinked, looking at her husband just standing there with a blank expression and memories of the crash came flooding back. Moments before the death she had been smiling, laughing, and thinking of her daughter waiting for her back home. She realized her daughter must have called them back from the dead, the pain of being alone and need of familiar warm arms.
"Kate, my Katie," she knelt and hugged her daughter as she felt her daughter's power fill her as it was so strong but wavering because it was raw and unsure.
"Mommy, I'm so happy you're back, can we go home?" Kate looked up with emerald hued colored eyes rimmed by tears and happiness.
"Kate, dear I can't go back home with you, I don't belong here anymore."
"But why?"
"Because I am dead, your dad and I are no longer living. But we both love you, always will and always have but it is time for you to be on your own. We can not be at your side anymore, but your dog Max will always be there for you. Max, you brave dog, protect my child for I make you her guardian."
"I love you Mommy, Daddy."
"No, put us back in the earth, to our beds. Be a good little girl for Max and don't tell anyone about this."
She bit her bottom lip as she gestured with a hand, not sure what to say for she did not want to let them go again. She watched her mother, as life began to fade from them as she pointed to their graves.
"Go back to the earth, go back to bed and rest Mommy, and Daddy. And may we meet again when my time comes as well."
She sat up as she stared into the brown liquid that was her coffee as the memories came registering back, a soft sigh as she placed the mug down and wiped a tear from her cheek. She never did let anyone find out about her gift, to raise the dead or see when things happened. Perhaps her mother knew that if a child had such a gift, no one would give her shelter or be her friend and after loosing her parents she needed that most of all. When she would go to school Max would be there at the entrance waiting for her when she came out right on time, they walked home together and played in the woods. And during those four years she began to forget the pain. When she went off to college her Aunt told her animals were not allowed in dorms, it would be the first time without Max since her parents' death and she bade Max stay. In the end her Aunt had to tie him in the back of the house when she left.
It was in a College, three states away as on the first day of school she could not concentrate having heard Max had run away from home, at the end of her last class she started to leave campus when a familiar bark made her look up. There stood the tall lean Doberman with a white star on the forehead, waiting for her like always. She never told her Aunt she found Max, or Max had found her as it were. She moved out of the dorms and got a small apartment for her and Max. Max kept guard over their home and she worked while going to school. Now they were here in St. Louis, together, forever.