Chapter 4

The terrible night at my window as well
as the indifference of your eyes pierces my heart.
Every tear shed is a path that
goes through every part of my human wrapper.
What once was, which began with a sigh,
now ends in desolation and sadness.
Each inhalation of longing vanishes as ashes with air.

When you feel, what you shouldn’t feel
when the rain hits your lips, and in the middle of the dawn
gently kissed your lips, when the storm shelter you in his arms
and tears confused with their words of encouragement.
It blooms a new illusion, a pause between happiness
overflowing of your being, with so the end of a cycle and the beginning of another.

I never said, for that gleam that overflows from me
so close to achieving a prosperous happiness, but so difficult to achieve
it is better to turn around, and find a more simple to get.
The salty drops of love falling through the eyes of life are
only samples of something that goes beyond a simple connection.

It was not yet time to get everything that you crave,
possibly even more tears shed along the way
but fate put us a test of time, if we persevere,
it will raise our paths into one.

It’s sweet, treasured in memory
as happened during those days of momentary madness,
a smile, a little curve that matches the dancing tears
running down the face, memories of the past, dreams of the future,
and thoughts of a present.
Always faithful to a promise silently agreed,
a whisper that encourages you to keep walking,
to stand up for each offense, to strive to be better,
to be happy, to also share your happiness with someone
willing to share theirs with you.

Remember that black brass trunk under the bed
that keeps the most beautiful melodies,
which went unnoticed by foreign ears,
which only interpreted a single score in different ways.

One who keeps the tickets of hours in the dark enjoying emotions contained.
Yet is there, under a cloak of silk smoother sanity, and discretion.
Awaiting the moment, which is prudent open and treasure
new experiences, dreams, hopes, passions and tears.

Remember the wooden stairs, those crunched our accelerated steps
They fell in silent for a moment, for a second, and
have sunk quietly waiting, biding their time.
Suppressing the impatience to taste the frenzy
of the minutes turned into hours..

Remember that olives that you gave me
at the beginning of the train journey.
I still keep them, at that bottle that freshen my path,
we have come to a indefinitely stop , but the journey is not yet over,
I been collect olives on my road to give to you but now
you’re very far from me, so I’ll wait for the railway announces
its new route to meet in one of the old wagons, to the same destination…

Tears follow a path winding away into the horizon a reason to sacrifice… midJune.
I’m moving to the rhythm of the rain, the drops will fade scorching north wind,
Don’t want this to end so gloomy. But in the moment I saw you unexpectedly,
I never knew it was going to, know someone that left me breathless,
but like everything around me, you disappeared days ago…

The un-fade tears still waiting to be something
to value, between those feelings.
Those days in the past were so rough because
Suddenly I realized that this was exactly what happened last time.

I fell in Love with You

Healing still

I close my eyes.
And all I see is you.
I feel your fingers on my skin.
And it burns.
I can’t sleep because its there,
watching me.
It has to stop.
But how?

Take the this poison from my heart.
Gone all the pain within.
Nothing more to come of it.
Obsession at it’s end.

I close my eyes
but its still there.
I feel its breath
it’s warm
I can’t scream, my breath is caught.
Your smile,
it terrifies me.
Chilling every fibre.

Steal a glance,
I see them there.
Why do they do this to me?
Taking everything of me.

If you did not love me
you would not.
Help me not hurt me like this.
But yet it does…
But why?
I love you.

Hiraerth (Homesick)

Defining Skip

Some of us end up lucky enough to rise up from a tortured individual to a better life. Skipper is one of those lucky dogs who has come out of it mostly unscathed except for a few scars in his head and some minor psychological issues. He’s still testing the waters of life and slowly developing into the boy he was born to be .  He’s still young after all. Skip can best be described as a levelheaded guy with indomitable patience for both himself and others.

Having had to come over a rather rocky first few years of life and learning how to more or less help himself.  A victim for the most part into his thirties, but made no judgment towards others has given him much easier and understanding of others. Skip is in recovery and a victim of his youth. H has had many experiences and  will probably be the first willing to open up to you and let you listen to his life’s story.

Skip does not like to show off, but he is more intelligent than most. Sometimes he can seem like a superhero. He prefers to watch from the sidelines where he lives more through energetic events and there he learns. Skip has never been real outgoing and is still cautious of people; dog or human. He tries not to show it but will greet anyone with a soft smile, though it may be faked and he’s just planning out escape routes. 

Street life taught him to trust his little group of dogs and be cautious of others. Not the smartest dog to ever roam the streets, Skip is still quite a capable little thing. He may not be the plotter or puppet master behind the strings, but this little guy knows every alley in the city and wear to get the best meals. People would say he has a plethora of “street smarts”. It’s helped him learn, survive, and slowly break away from the dependency issues he had as a little pup. Skip never wants to be helpless and unable to have a say about his life ever again. Overall he still struggles at times, but stays quiet for the most part.  He would rather be part of the audience rather than the lead role. He is a bit humbling at that.

In terms of love, he’s never had a real love relationship and probably except for Sweet Pea, who is the love of his live. Skip has begun a tentative relationship with her. He does his best to keep in contact, but generally keeps her to the back of his mind. In his mind, she lives there and alive. There is nothing else he needs. What mostly sets this attitude towards them are their personalities and their ability to communicate across vast distances.

Skip just cannot grasp having someone hanging out with him all the time and it tests even his good patience. Skip tends to love her and acknowledges in regards to how he feels about her. He of course has questions and is curious to actually know what she was like and what will happened between them. He has moments where he thinks he has picked up her scent or gets a feint glimpse that maybe looks like her. He’ll brighten up for a moment, but for the most part she is a phantom in the back of his head. Skip is big believer in fate and that if he’s meant to be with her, they’ll run into each other again someday.

After being wondrously tossed from the pack, his mother, and fellow siblings, Skip came out on top. He joined a sex cult where he was accepted. He spent many very confusing years under the protection of a cult master while being made to live in leaking cardboard box until he realized one day he was just a stray mutt and a victim. He left the cult against his better judgment. He was afraid and alone and now on his own. Skip was just a shivering little pale ball of fluff.

He decided to head for home so he went back to the ship where he came to America on. He left home for London with his his little rag tail tucked under him. He was sad.

He had enough trouble trying to scrounge up scraps with bully groups gnawing at their heels and stealing every good piece of city property for themselves. Skip just curled into a ball as he dangled by his scruff. He was just happy to be away from that scary place.

He did miss the group leader plopping down on him who kept reminding him that he found him on the outskirts of the group territory and that he must belong to someone inside. If he held Skip here, and kiss his ass and do as he was told the maybe he would be less willing to bully him. Great, Skip was a rejected pup held hostage and was make a sex slave. He was too young to tell the leader that he didn’t want this, but Skip was little and so afraid. But leaving that life behind he jump for joy to tear away from there.

Skip found a job and a place to live and by now, Skip had slowly wormed his way into the hearts of his co-workers and began to establish himself. He wanted to be useful and he was never fearful that he couldn’t do something to contribute to humanity.

And thus he became the master of his own life. Every dog has to contribute. Be it collecting food or dragging back old blankets and towels to keep them warm for the colder months. Skip thought that the role of a writer and a photographer would be fun. He explored every nook and cranny of the city; keeping well away from the two group territories until he ran out of places. After that, he began to gain some courage and strengthened his sneaking skills. He learned to take pictures of humans and other dogs who were to careless to keep watch. He grew in confidence as he solidified his position in life.

Skip’s quiet but ceaselessly yearning personality made him popular among the locals. He did favors, If there was one thing he learned from was that it was social networking was far more valuable than being able to beat up another dog. He earned the name “Skip” from one of his city connections. His real name his mother gave him when he was born was “Roberto.” Roberto used to skip when he walked and every where he went. They said they had never seen a dog skip and walk like that.

Now just nearing his second year and in a comfortable group, Skip begin to have inklings, getting needy about finding someone to love and maybe a bit more. Who knows, maybe he could even join more than one of the social networks.

Then one day it happened. He met a girl online, then that day, it became dawn in the city, as the rain clouds drifted through the sky. There was a steady and familiar beat of rain against the wooden beams and the ceaseless roll of the ocean only a few feet away. Skip had the promise of love in his eyes. 

To be continued….

Purification

It was raining and thundering. I could hear the storm outside. I could hear the voices of demons who were scattered across the room. And I could hear Skip begging, begging for them for his life. But I knew it wouldn’t matter, they had already made up their minds. Still, his voice did something to me, because as soon as I heard the sound of his voice I felt my heart beat. How strong he was and I knew he was here fighting to survive. He was my savior, my healer, my guardian my love.

“Pea, I thought I would never see you again,” it was Skip; his voice again; my heart was beating with joy that he was here. I was happy, but at the same time sad, because my fate would now be shared with him.

Sadly, those feelings were to be delayed. It was not our time yet to be together. I had to wait and I remember in my mind when the hand on my mouth suddenly tightened painfully.

To this day, I believe it was a dream as I felt the blindfold shift and at the same time I felt the man behind me shifting closer. I felt his breath and lips moving against my ear. I knew he was talking but I heard nothing until all his words registered in my mind.

“We’re not doing this because you know too much. We are thoroughly enjoying this”.

A shiver of fear ran through my body. What were they going to do to me, to us? A command to remove my blindfold was shouted from the other side of the room. I almost heard the smirk in that command… this couldn’t be good. I felt something cold and hard touch the left side of my face. Within seconds it was removed again and the light from the room made everything visible. I had to blink a few times to be able to see, but when I could….I wished I couldn’t.

What I saw him, the vision of Skip was burned in my memory instantly…the horrible sight of my love boiled to the brink of death. I knew that if he received help now, he would be able to survive. But I also knew that they would never allow it. Still… I begged, pleaded with them to get him out of this nightmare, he wasn’t involved, he know nothing. They surprised me by repeating my question.

“You want us…to get him out of this situation?”

I replied positive to their question… it was a mistake…a great mistake. It took me five seconds to register what they meant, but by then it was already too late.

My body froze as I watched my love burn in boiling water, to purify himself because my love made mistakes as a young boy. But I loved him …and he didn’t even know that I loved him.

“See? We helped him out of this situation, we kept our promise. And now you’re going to keep yours.”

I heard those words, but I refused to wake up from my dream…I hated those who did this thing to him…just as I hated myself. I think it was a demon, but I was too afraid to open my eyes.

This demon grabbed my head and I was pulled back by my hair, forcing me to look at his face. I froze…how? He must have seen the question on my on my face because he laughed. He took a step closer and grabbed my chin. All I wanted was to pull Skip from the boiling water.

“How I am able to be here you ask? Wouldn’t you like to know my dear…no…you are going to keep your promise first. You know too much so you have to be punished. As is the promise.”

He gave me a mocking kiss on my lips and walked away. When he was almost at the door at the other side of the room I saw his hand make a waving motion as if ordering something to be done. I felt something cold and hard behind my left ear…. I instantly knew… it was over. My lips uttered three small words before the world went black.

” I love you.”

It was over. Skip survived. He was purified.

Where Dreams Begin

Chapter 2

There are times as we grow, we fear of, what the unknown hides. We will try to escape the dark trying to remove it from our lives. Sometimes we choose to ignore it, but we tend to forget that change is inevitable and it lies in our hearts and souls.

This story is about to unwind. It is the story about how we grow up and how we face light and dark and love. We learn to control it to change the fate of all mankind. Those of us who take advantage of change will experiences times of joy, sorrow, pain, laughter, love, and even hate, but in the end they will become closer to living they were born to live in the end. Now this story begins with a dream that opens the door from puppy love to taking life and living for another one’s life; this boy’s name is Skip, the boy of the wind and the girl of his dreams; Sweet Pea.

“Where am I? How did I get here? What’s going on?” I found myself asking as I saw myself in a white space with nothing in it. This was so weird last thing I remember was being on a bus to stay with my friend Sweet Pea and then I’m here, this place made me feel weird like I was awake but dreaming still. As I began to walk around the emptiness there was nothing their till I saw a shadow of someone in front of me calling me.

“Excuse me? Can you tell me what’s going on? Where are we? How did I get here?” I asked the shadow. There was no answer so I asked them again still to be given no answer. Getting annoyed with the silence I ran towards the shadow but no matter my speed I could never catch the shadow. Before long I fell to my knees tired unable to keep going, it was impossible to tell how far I ran or for how long but the shadow person just stopped when I stopped. I asked again thinking this time be different and to my surprise I was correct the shadow did answer me.

“I don’t know ether.” Was its answer which made my heart sink. “But I can tell you that this place along with myself is all tied to you. Your destiny has found you, how you handle it is your decision but remember this in a year’s time your world will fall to darkness.” The shadow added walking closer to me. I was speechless along with confused, what did they mean my fate had found me? Also why was the world going to end in a year?

So many questions were coming up yet not a single one was asked. The shadow raised me up looking into my eyes. He whispered something then dropped me.

I gasped in a cold sweat looking around realizing I was still on the bus like before that crazy dream. While I have the chance let me explain more about my current situation. My name is Skip.

I woke up this morning and realized I am 40 years old. My girlfriend Pea is on her way from London to live with me for a trial year to see if we are right for each other. I have lived alone for a while but now I get a chance to live with her. All kinds of feelings have been building along naturally mixed.

She gives me a relaxing feeling which was nice. I truly believe our time together has come.

to be continued.

Aspire

Puppy Pee

Skip Loves Pea

What is love?
Love is a feeling.

What does it feel like?
It feels like warm coco in your hand
On a cold day or a warm
Bath after a rainy day.

How do you know when your in love?
When you think and talk about them
Until people beg you to shut up.

How do you know all this?
Because I’ve fallen in love
With a perfect angle who love me
Even tho I’m a little odd.

What would you do for her?
Any thing she wants and with a smile.

So are you in love then?
I’m more then in love with her
And want to be with her until the end
No longer then that i want to be
With her forever.

That is my only dream
Because U Love Pea that much.