~Kem
i walk through the big apple and sigh, seeing the huge contrast between here and the out skirts where we live. i walk into a big mall and look around. 2 reasons i'm here. #1, getting stuff. by that, i mean stealing it. i'm the best thief in the world because...well, best 2 show then tell. i walk over to a cool-looking shirt. it disappears....kinda. shadow manipulation means it's just another piece of darkness in my shadow. anywho, reason 2 is cos i was told my recent target likes to hang out here. i look around, touching stuff and adding them to my shadow. no one noted it, because people around here walk around with a neutral zone around their head. so food, clothing, a new electric generator cos our current one is tiny, books 2 read, sketch pads and pencils, notebooks...simply anything i like or know someone else does...i add it to the darkness of my shadow. maybe i should explain some things....but not now. gotta find my target...all i have is a description and a name. quite frankly, all i woulda needed is a name. my mind works like a high speed computer....in more ways then one. but enough on that. there he is, the blue-eyed, criminal, fuck. Jim's so-called father killed his youngest son, Jay, 2 months ago. never caught. partly because he made it look like Jay ran away and got ran over. his name....Ray Richie. criminal acts, murder of a child, child abuse, nearly killing his wife, abusing her. does he deserve to die? yes. i'll chisel the date into his headstone myself; 2morro. he was never charged, or even tried, for any of his criminal acts.that's where i come in....but not now. i find my way 2 the roof, then walk 2 the edge. i look down into an alley and close my eyes, letting myself fall into the darkness....down the 20 or so stories....down....suddenly i open my eyes and shoot out my blood red wings just b4 i hit the ground. my feet touch it slightly and i smile, raising up easily. i just love the free fall...but now i'm about as far back up as the building is tall. maybe...that wasn't the best way 2 word that. anywho, away i go, back 2 the house...kinda...thing...
i walk through the big apple and sigh, seeing the huge contrast between here and the out skirts where we live. i walk into a big mall and look around. 2 reasons i'm here. #1, getting stuff. by that, i mean stealing it. i'm the best thief in the world because...well, best 2 show then tell. i walk over to a cool-looking shirt. it disappears....kinda. shadow manipulation means it's just another piece of darkness in my shadow. anywho, reason 2 is cos i was told my recent target likes to hang out here. i look around, touching stuff and adding them to my shadow. no one noted it, because people around here walk around with a neutral zone around their head. so food, clothing, a new electric generator cos our current one is tiny, books 2 read, sketch pads and pencils, notebooks...simply anything i like or know someone else does...i add it to the darkness of my shadow. maybe i should explain some things....but not now. gotta find my target...all i have is a description and a name. quite frankly, all i woulda needed is a name. my mind works like a high speed computer....in more ways then one. but enough on that. there he is, the blue-eyed, criminal, fuck. Jim's so-called father killed his youngest son, Jay, 2 months ago. never caught. partly because he made it look like Jay ran away and got ran over. his name....Ray Richie. criminal acts, murder of a child, child abuse, nearly killing his wife, abusing her. does he deserve to die? yes. i'll chisel the date into his headstone myself; 2morro. he was never charged, or even tried, for any of his criminal acts.that's where i come in....but not now. i find my way 2 the roof, then walk 2 the edge. i look down into an alley and close my eyes, letting myself fall into the darkness....down the 20 or so stories....down....suddenly i open my eyes and shoot out my blood red wings just b4 i hit the ground. my feet touch it slightly and i smile, raising up easily. i just love the free fall...but now i'm about as far back up as the building is tall. maybe...that wasn't the best way 2 word that. anywho, away i go, back 2 the house...kinda...thing...
hope, for me, is a place uncharted
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
frozen my very soul.
my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.
the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my heart is numb.
and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my heart can not ache,
nor can it brake.
the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?
why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?
so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope you understand...
and extreamly over grown.
the world, it has chilled me,
frozen my very soul.
my little hope bird, it is gone
forbidden and forwarned.
all my faith and trust,
it flew away in the storm.
the fire, it can not warm me,
i do not feel the cold,
the sun doesn't shine,
my heart is numb.
and this is why,
my hope bird has died.
because the world has chilled me,
my heart can not ache,
nor can it brake.
the lie of a life
i'm suppose to live,
but, no one can give
an explination.
so i ask, Why?
why do we need
to belong in a group?
why can't i be me?
so this is why
hope for me is a place uncharted,
and my hope bird is gone.
i hope you understand...