The constant pecking on the window awoke me. I opened my eyes to the darkness of the room. The dark haze enveloped any sign of light, leaving only traces of thin outlines. A tinged of excitement and fear passed through me. The ticking of the clock just added to the anxiety that was crawling over me. I knew it had come, like it had many nights before. It was then I noticed that the pecking I had heard before had stopped, only to be replaced sejak the howls of the winter winds. I sat up to see the binds swaying back and forth. Through the cracks I saw the shadow that had awaken me many nights before, and done the same now. It was here, and I knew what was next. I brought my hands up to my ears holding it tightly, just in time. His shrilling pierced through the wind. sejak now my eyes were closed. All I had left to do was to wait for him to stop. Everything always happened in that sequence, the pecking, the wind, the shriek, and then followed sejak the silence. He was waiting for me. I walked towards the window. The glints of his eyes were visible now. The crimson cold stare held on to my hazel ones. I slowly pulled the blinds up. There he stood. The moon peeked out of the gray clouds revealing his raven feathers. The moon’s glint beamed off every magnificent feather. He spread out his wings. Loose feather flew into the room. I stood in awe, yet again. No matter how many times I saw the scene it never made seized to amaze me. The fear seemed to vanish, but only for a second. His shriek penetrated through the peace once again. A whimper escaped my lips before I had time to stop myself. That was new. Usually he would only shriek once. It was time. I held my breath, so I ran out of time. He cocked his head to one side, as if to mock me. I swore I saw a smirk creeping on his bill. I know birds cannot smirk. It really is ridiculous, but there it was. His wings fluttered again, this time he took off. The black outline covered the radiant of the moon. The radiant I knew I would never feel atau see again. The last message had arrived. I was not surprised to find a piece of paper carefully folded near my feet. Biting my lips I picked it up. I opened it fold sejak fold. I could taste the metallic blood on my lips but I chewed on. My past flowed into my mind. The laughter, the tears, and finally the joy of life. I unfolded the last fold. “Your last night”. I read it over and over. This was it, my fate was sealed. I felt a single tear rolling down, and that was it.
My anger came that day,
i tried to stay calm through
it all but my emotions just
gave way without me telling
them too.
She saw my frustration
taking shape and took
me in her loving arms
and told me it would be
okay.
I knew that my personal
emotions would show,that
i would pretend not to be
upset, and playing them
off as casual-words and not
the hurtful words as to what
they sounded to me.
I wanted to barricade
myself inside my head
and listen to those supposed
hurtful words that were being
berkata about me,
The thoughts that raced
through my mind were not
the words that i heard coming out
of his mouth that day,
All i can say to anda is
that i accused him of
being wrong and that
was unfair for me to do,
i tried to stay calm through
it all but my emotions just
gave way without me telling
them too.
She saw my frustration
taking shape and took
me in her loving arms
and told me it would be
okay.
I knew that my personal
emotions would show,that
i would pretend not to be
upset, and playing them
off as casual-words and not
the hurtful words as to what
they sounded to me.
I wanted to barricade
myself inside my head
and listen to those supposed
hurtful words that were being
berkata about me,
The thoughts that raced
through my mind were not
the words that i heard coming out
of his mouth that day,
All i can say to anda is
that i accused him of
being wrong and that
was unfair for me to do,
I look out my window the rains pouring down
I can't seem to turn this frown upside down
anda moved far out of town
Now I have no one around
I used to Cinta anda
Sadly anda don't Cinta me too
Pain and agony runs through me
So much anda can see
But not you, anda only look for my happiness
but I'm out and in distress
anda want the green fresh from the press
I just want to be better than the rest
Attention is what I want
But all anda give is a load of taunt
Are anda ready for love
Not really, so I'll get a dove
A dove's the bird of passion and feelings
But anda left me to rot like a banana's peelings
Sweet lover, I miss anda
Do anda miss me too?
Sweet Lover, give me your all
Don't let it fall
Give me a call
I get nothing at all
Sweet love, Goodbye
I will Cinta anda always *sigh*
Signed,
Your Sweet Lover
I can't seem to turn this frown upside down
anda moved far out of town
Now I have no one around
I used to Cinta anda
Sadly anda don't Cinta me too
Pain and agony runs through me
So much anda can see
But not you, anda only look for my happiness
but I'm out and in distress
anda want the green fresh from the press
I just want to be better than the rest
Attention is what I want
But all anda give is a load of taunt
Are anda ready for love
Not really, so I'll get a dove
A dove's the bird of passion and feelings
But anda left me to rot like a banana's peelings
Sweet lover, I miss anda
Do anda miss me too?
Sweet Lover, give me your all
Don't let it fall
Give me a call
I get nothing at all
Sweet love, Goodbye
I will Cinta anda always *sigh*
Signed,
Your Sweet Lover
My hati, tengah-tengah is filled with sorrow and pain
anda hurt me for your own gain
But I'm moving on to greater things
No matter how much your words sting
I'll always Cinta anda
But why couldn't anda say I Cinta anda too
Keep moving is what I tell myself
Crying my eyes out all sejak myself
I'm gone for good not coming back
Go in the closet my clothes are off the rack
My pain goes with me wherever I go
I wanna go back but my hati, tengah-tengah says no
Tell me do miss me
Probably not because your searching for your key
Don't anda miss having me around
If not then but now too late I'm out of town
anda hurt me for your own gain
But I'm moving on to greater things
No matter how much your words sting
I'll always Cinta anda
But why couldn't anda say I Cinta anda too
Keep moving is what I tell myself
Crying my eyes out all sejak myself
I'm gone for good not coming back
Go in the closet my clothes are off the rack
My pain goes with me wherever I go
I wanna go back but my hati, tengah-tengah says no
Tell me do miss me
Probably not because your searching for your key
Don't anda miss having me around
If not then but now too late I'm out of town
Sometimes I don't understand
I disconnect my hati, tengah-tengah and my head
why
why things happen to the people they happen to
why people hurt other people
why we, he, she got hurt
why anda hurt me the way-
pardon me-the ways anda did
no twelve tahun old should be hurt and treated the way I was
no one should be hurt and treated the way I was
and I know I danced around the truth
and I know I covered up your tracks
your lyin', cheatin', abusin' ass
anda hurt me
but, as they say,
pain demands to be felt
I disconnect my hati, tengah-tengah and my head
why
why things happen to the people they happen to
why people hurt other people
why we, he, she got hurt
why anda hurt me the way-
pardon me-the ways anda did
no twelve tahun old should be hurt and treated the way I was
no one should be hurt and treated the way I was
and I know I danced around the truth
and I know I covered up your tracks
your lyin', cheatin', abusin' ass
anda hurt me
but, as they say,
pain demands to be felt
Shard of glass
drops the blood
Could have saved me?
No one
Empty promises
washed down the drain
Memories cut deep
harmful even in sleep
I'm always alone
in this broken home
There's to much blood
I'm not safe
in this nightmare.
~Kayla
What did anda think? Tell me in a komen atau send me a message, please.
drops the blood
Could have saved me?
No one
Empty promises
washed down the drain
Memories cut deep
harmful even in sleep
I'm always alone
in this broken home
There's to much blood
I'm not safe
in this nightmare.
~Kayla
What did anda think? Tell me in a komen atau send me a message, please.
My family tells me that
i'm very open minded with
the things that i've written out
inside my journal of poetry.
until anda read the compelling
poems anda will understand
why my journal of puisi
was written the way that it
was,
I don't want people to
look at my journal of
puisi and discriminate
the tranquility of this private
diary has to influence so many
people who tend to read it.
People around me doesnt
seem to understand why i'm
Penulisan this journal in the manner
that i am, so they can understand
why my puisi means the way that it
does to me,
i'm very open minded with
the things that i've written out
inside my journal of poetry.
until anda read the compelling
poems anda will understand
why my journal of puisi
was written the way that it
was,
I don't want people to
look at my journal of
puisi and discriminate
the tranquility of this private
diary has to influence so many
people who tend to read it.
People around me doesnt
seem to understand why i'm
Penulisan this journal in the manner
that i am, so they can understand
why my puisi means the way that it
does to me,
Is it okay to be
.....unwanted?
I go to mami,
To see if she
Loved me.
"you should
Be old enough
To know that
A girl who
lebih belongs as
A maid at a
White house
Because she is
A Mexican like
anda that I don't
Cinta you. I
Never wanted you"
I go to papi who
I call often.
" papi do you
Cinta me?"
Papi said,
"How could I love
A girl like anda who
Is half the white race?
You'll bring dishonor
To my familia. I
Never wanted anda I
Never did."
So I lay down on
My foster mothers bed
With tears in my eyes.
My new mami loves me
But why couldn't my
White mami Cinta me?
Do anda know how it is
To be unwanted? I do...
But know I am found....
Note: this short story is fictional. :)
.....unwanted?
I go to mami,
To see if she
Loved me.
"you should
Be old enough
To know that
A girl who
lebih belongs as
A maid at a
White house
Because she is
A Mexican like
anda that I don't
Cinta you. I
Never wanted you"
I go to papi who
I call often.
" papi do you
Cinta me?"
Papi said,
"How could I love
A girl like anda who
Is half the white race?
You'll bring dishonor
To my familia. I
Never wanted anda I
Never did."
So I lay down on
My foster mothers bed
With tears in my eyes.
My new mami loves me
But why couldn't my
White mami Cinta me?
Do anda know how it is
To be unwanted? I do...
But know I am found....
Note: this short story is fictional. :)