In Loving Memory Of Great Grandma Rachel, May 18,2008. R.I.P



The times we shared when I was younger,

The smile on your face,

so full of life and wisdom,

Not even time can erase.

The giant hugs and simple gifts,

Never as sweet as the precious kiss,

Planted on my forehead and sometimes my cheek,

The sound of your voice when you would speak,

Life lead me away to follow my own road,

Though with you on my mind I never grew cold,

These are only a few of the things that make you so great,

God is so lucky to have you at His gate,

I will always remember what you gave me,

A new understanding of what it is to see,

Tears of mixed emotions may continue to flow,

For now is the time I have to let go,

I love you Great Grandma and thank you so much,

For your time on this earth and leaving my heart touched.
Unknown "~~Mebe~~" Seductive - 16 years, 5 months, 8 days ago

Drowning In terror.


The cold thick liquid floods her mouth, rushing until it takes over the inside of her cheeks, causing them to swell some. Her crystal blue eyes widen for a moment, the sparkle then dulling some. She feels herself getting into a rhythm, with each time her mouth becomes overwhelmed with the bitter sweet substance, she swallows. Almost to a point to where she can count them, one, two there four, breath through nose, one, two, three, four, again.

Beads of sweat are glittered lightly across her brow, some making their way down her soft supple neck. Her eyes are closed, head tilted back, her mind is not in that moment. Instead visions of death, laughter, and family play along the movie screen upon her closed lids. Some visions are nightmares where as others bring along a faint smile across her crimson lips.

This is not the first time she has been here, oh no, not the first. More than likely she knows she will be here again before the week is over. Will she survive it? Can she? Lost in the dark oasis some people call a blessing, but to her can feel as though a thousand pins are taking advantage of her pasty skin.

Suddenly the flooding has stopped and has been replaced by a light dusting across her taste buds. She opens her eyes, slowly regaining her focus of the enviorment in which surrounds her again. The reality of it all. Shaking her head, she slips her chilled bone fingers around the base off the cup and shakes it. Suckling on the thick straw she shakes the cup, once, and then once more. No use, it was empty. With a soft sigh escaping from deep within her throat, she sets the cup next to her and begins to write a story. Her hands flying gently over the keys, briefly stopping for some mistakes she makes along the way.

What is this story about? It's about her, drinking her ice coffee while drowning in her own thought, the drink gone before she realizes it. This bittersweet taste that lingers in her mouth is but another faint memory of the time she got lost in hers.

Another weeks perhaps. Another day? Does she always lose her since of reality so easy? Is her mind free or is it still stuck in the never ending process of her dreams? Perhaps this we will never know, for she may walk upon us like the rest, hiding anything that may be considered a weakness of sorts.
Unknown "~~Mebe~~" Seductive - 16 years, 5 months, 13 days ago