Society’s Words

At what point is alone really “alone?”

Is it when a person has nobody to talk to on the phone

Or is it when a person is stranded on the side of the road with no place to call home?

It seems as if human minds have been shrouded from what things really mean

Words like “love” and “alone” are spewed from mouths with a misconception of what a word means

The three words “I love you” are often only spoken now with one three lettered word in mind.

And words like “alone” and “no text messages” are confused as one of a kind.

This is no game of Yahtzee

All it takes is one thing to see that words like these are not what society makes them out to be

That words like these are realized when the word comes from the hear

Something everyone has, even if they may not be too smart.

Our hearts are our own

But our ears hear what others say, often spread from another source from which their own ears heard.

Instead of listening to others, people should listen to their heart

For only the heart truly knows the meaning of words like “love” and “alone”

But how does a person know if their heart is right?

Well, I’m not Mr. Myagi, but I’d say “if it comes from inside of you, it’s right.”

However, be really careful with the next step

And ensure that what you feel is from your heart, and not from what is considered right from sources like the World Wide Web.

Only we can be our own judges on what is right.

If a person’s heart feels the cold grasp of loneliness

Or is captured by love’s warm coziness

They’ll know. For it will be a feeling that has never been felt before.

Dream or Future

 I woke up. It was 3:30 AM. I couldn’t believe the image which had just been visualized in my head. I looked over to my right to the spot which my wife should have been, but instead only the indention of her body was present. I got up, fatigued but confused as to what in the hell was going on. I heard no indication of where she might be. No rattling in the kitchen, no hiss from a showerhead. Complete silence. I proceeded to leave my room and walk along the long hallway which was present within this quiet house. With each step my heart began to race, where was she? I walked down the hallway past the bathroom… Wasn’t that closed the previous night? I couldn’t remember at the time so I just proceeded forward. I reached the steps and it seemed eerily darker than usual, so I proceeded to walk down the stairs. With each step the stairs groaned with age.

Mary

Sam pulled into the narrow driveway of his mother’s house. He stared at the house before getting out, having a strange and uneasy feeling. As he started to get out, the wind picked up in speed. It wasn’t your typical Autumn wind either, it was that type of wind that froze you to where you stood. That wind that went past your skin, tissues, muscles, and straight to the marrow of your bones. The kind that you wouldn’t expect to feel on the coldest day in Antarctica. He didn’t know what to think though, so he decided to walk to the door.

He knocked once and the door gently pushed open, which struck Sam as odd. His mother was big into home security, and always wanted her door locked whenever possible. So to have her with an unlocked door when nobody appeared to be visiting, well that was odd.

So what brought Sam to his mother’s house? He received a call from his mom asking for him to go to Krogers and buy some peas, and join her for dinner, to which Sam agreed to do. The trip took about 30 minutes from his house, to Krogers, and to his Mom’s house, but the entire time he couldn’t help but feel that his mom sounded kind of strange.

He started walking towards the living room, hoping that’s where his mother would be. As he got closer, he first noticed the faint metallic smell of blood, which was shortly followed with bloody footprints. The footprints led to the cellar, and Sam stood still, frozen with fear. He didn’t know whether to check the living room, or to follow the footprints. He chose the living room, knowing that he may regret what he sees.

Brothers At War

 His heart was pounding. His eyes were watching the scene unfolding before him like a hawk. The soldiers standing on the street below him, doing their simple duties while holding their weapons in a way that signified they did not have their guard up. Over to his right, he witnessed the silhouette of his target. It appeared as if he was speaking to someone else. Then the door hiding them opened.  The target walked out with a bit of a smirk on face. In his hand was a knife. They walked over to the building across the street and began to bring out a man. The man was tied and had a bag over his head.

  “Blasted devils…” uttered the watcher. He was observing through the scope of his sniper rifle, sweat dripping down his face. It was supposed to be a cold day here in Ireland, but with the equipment and the uniform he was wearing, it felt like a hot summer day in Texas.

  Through the scope, the target could be seen speaking. The watcher was not very good at reading lips, but based on the man’s body language it could be determined it was not anything involving joy.  Suddenly without warning, he took he knife he was holding and stuck the blade deep into the gut of the tied up man. The target ordered two other soldiers to hold the man up as he began to slowly twist the knife. Blood began to ooze from the stab, and it was seeping through the bag on his head. The face on the target resembled that of a kid who has just received candy as a reward. He was laughing! The sadistic personality of the target was apparent. After holding the knife in and twisting it for what seemed like forever, he dragged the knife to his right, ripping his stomach open. Anything that was inside of his stomach began to spill out. On the teeth of the knife intestines were hanging. The man fell to the ground, and the target pulled out a pistol. He aimed towards the head of the tied up man, discharging a shot, killing the man. The entire place went quiet, and the watcher’s heart was pounding so loud he thought it would pop out of his chest. The shot rang out throughout the area, and even from the roof he was on he still felt the fear of being captured.