Saturday, December 21, 2013

The Problem of Peace.

"All I want is peace," his soul laments. The peace he wants is within his family. His only want was love and peace between them. A happy family was what he believed was his savior. His family was his God. As war broke out, he fell onto his knees. He put his face to the mud to deafen his lamentation. He desires to breath in the mud. Let it fill his lungs, let it release him from this war. However he chokes and coughs out the wet dirt. He return inside his "home". His cleans his face and heads to the dinner where his family sits, awkwardly facing each other. He feels the cold stares. Mental daggers being thrown across the table. He picks up his spoon and shovels his food into his mouth. As he dines, he dreams of a life where he explores the world, making friends from around the world. "If only..." He thinks to himself. 

Thank You for the Truth

"You can trust me. I swear I am here for you. Like you were always there for me." Those were words he hoped he would never regret to hear. So many forbidden truths told. His eyes widened. His hand trembled. His heart sank. It felt as if the air was sucked from his lungs. His eyes burned with pain. The truth hurts. He forever suspected such things, but didn't have the courage to inquire about it. Alas now the truth is known, but he can never reveal such truths to his family. War would rage once again. He, caught in-between the wills of those he loves, wishes for peace. His mind bending, his body writhed in pain, and his soul crushed. Where does he go from here? "Is there anyone out there?" His spirit cries. 


Friday, December 13, 2013

Senses of Days Gone By

I remember how much life I have experienced due to all of you. 

Twisted Beauty, I remember when you were pushed to me.  I remember the smell of my lunch, when we gave seceretly gave each other messages. We made wonderful plans and promises.  I remember the smell of the grass and root beer, when you ran from me. I remember the smell of popcorn, fruit punch, and the cold air when I was betrayed by you. 

Bubbly Sweetness, I remember the smell of the gathering place when I was first introduced to you. I was so curious about you. I remember the smell of the vanilla dragon. The smell of my incense when you were in my arms. I, alas remember the greasy smell of that place we always loved to dine at, when you said the words that changed both you and me, "Never you,"

Beautiful Spell, I remember when I first laid my eyes on you I could smell the autum. When you first confessed to me, I could smell the beach and sand at this wonderful palace you took me to dance. Hearing the wonderful music. How we danced til the break of day. Every night when I seeked you, I was fresh from the shower. I can smell my body washed with green tea oil, and hair washed with Head and Shoulders. Alas the beach and sand is where you let your body think and left me to wander the web.

Secret Heart, oh how you kept your words. How no one knew. I remember the taste of our tears. The feel of your soft lips. Oh how I remember the smell of your hair. Thank you.... Thank you. You came and carried a burden you never should have picked up. You picked up the pieces, but I wanted you to have them.

Oh how I miss these days gone past, and how I rue them too. There is nothing like the memory to haunt you. Thank you all.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Children: Prologue

I am Nathaniel. I believe it is time we set the record straight. There have been many false and malicious speculations.This is why I will write about the origin of me and my twin, Imogen, to the tragedy that transpired in January 14th 2XXX. I hope the accounts of our lives will not only bring closure to the admirers and victims of my twin, but touch whoever reads this and inspire them.