The Serpent

Serpents slip into the night hoping you won't put up a fight.
Tempted to do the unthinkable crime
wanting to fill their lonely mind.In the darkness they invade your space
unable to notice your tear streaked face.Nights are filled with silence and pain
wanting to hurt them just the same.A frightened child you've come to hold
a secret that's afraid to be told.

What's your thoughts that make this sane?
I wish you could feel all my pain.Pay attention you might not see
the hurt you've caused inside of me.Trembling in fear don't make a sound
go to your place alone you have found.Stand up and fight don't be afraid
your silence inside will only turn to shame.Lies that were told to hide the truth
only to destroy your innocence of youth.Do you pretend to live the lie
or shut the door to the pain inside.Bound by chains from the past
the key there for you to grasp.

doors

When you close your eyes, tell me what do you see?
Come hold my hand and take a walk with me
Down a long dark corridor, with doors shut tight
I will open them up, just for you tonight

Let’s open up the door marked number one
Take a peek inside, please try not to run
The demons screech out, yelling one by one
Come in here, come join in the fun

Sex and porn, a room full of abuse
But don’t shout out, because it’s no use
No-one will come when you scream
Just lie there quietly; it’s all a bad dream

Door number two is full of jokes
Aimed at a girl, whose tears do choke
She tries so hard to please and be accepted
Yet is made to feel worthless and feels rejected

Now is this safe? Door number three
There’s another young girl, who looks just like me
She has her own demons and pain to bear
Yet deep down inside, I know she does care

Door number four, how bad can this be?
Should have been a life that was so free
And yet more demons they do appear
Go away little girl, you are not welcome here

Door number five is the drunk she has faced
Door number six is still firmly shut and braced
Number seven is dark and I can’t see
No tale to tell, not yet for me

Let’s close all the doors now and turn and leave
I’ve seen the demons and felt them breathe
But here they all are now, alive and real
Maybe its time to tell them exactly how I feel

Deep down I am hurting and I am not strong
What you all did to me was totally wrong
I put on a front to hide my pain
But now I am tired of playing this game


There are so many things I do want to say
And this says a lot, in my own little way
But what’s the point, for it won’t change the past
Only for this little girl, it is the last

So I take her hand and lead her away
To a better future, out of harms way
She is an adult now, with a future ahead
and....

gone

There is a reflection of pain in her eyes, as she fights back tears.
Trying to figure out why she has put up with it all of these years.
Innocence gone.
Just taken away.
Struggling to deal with it & be free someday.
Tries to tell someone but no one believes her cries.
Just another young girl getting some attention through lies.
Suicide has crossed her mind but she will not go out that way.
Thinking well maybe if he cant find me, he just won't rape me today
Perfect smile.
Broken soul.
Living in this situation that she just can't control.
Things get worse & he beats her more.
Loses all self respect for herself when he comes through that door.
Fed up & full of hope she tried to fight back.
He pulled out a knife, all she saw was black.
Out of her misery & out of her pain.
Put her in such a place that she cant even explain.
The emotions it brought me, I cant deny,
that it left me a horrible feeling inside.The pain it brought her , she felt alone,
and soon she started getting out of control.This feeling it was killing her inside,
That she could not tell her secret that was forever haunting my mind.
she lay by her bed, sits on the floor, cross her hands and begins to pray because she's finally happy now that the doors shut and he has gone away.

Good Friday

Woken up furiously by my younger brother who kindly yells ," Its 9 am! you have an exam,you missed it!!". I freak out and panic as I run downstairs to grab the newspaper which will tell me the date! I realise my exam is on monday and today is just friday!
Standing in the middle of my living room-lost,watching people hustle and bustle around me,a mental image of a fish market flashes in my mind.
why do I live here , I ask myself and continue to gape at people around me. Suddenly I see a familiar face! Yes! My mother..!! Relieved I walk up to her and ask " W,hats up? whats to eat?", "My head" , my mom retorts. okay that was something i mutter and walk away.
After investigating I'm told today is Good Friday and my aunt demands if I remember or I'd forgotten it. "I remember!" I convince her. ( actually I dont). So everyone's getting dressed to go to church( with a lot of enthusiams). why?! its church,not the  grand prix.
finally at last the house it empty and rid of over enthuisastic religious people. i settle in my abode  and laze there texting some freaks of nature,apparently.

 I sit around and the rest of the  day is uneventfully except for one incident. My older brother called to lecture me because he " accidentially" (but i know I was framed) found out that ONCE UPON A TIME,LONG LONG AGO  I'd gone to Pecos, a place after my own heart, "during my exams ,in my school uniform"; so yeah I got screwed but its cool as long as he didnt tell dad. phew!
      Munching on a parle-g biscuit I get the feeling I'm forgetting something. I wonder and ponder and suddenly realise that I have a psychology exam tomorrow! My psychology end of semester final exam!! I snap outta my lazy trance,bid goodbye to my freaks of nature to stare at my obese psycho text book.
I finish everything  really quickly  and i get a feeling thats not right,because I dont get how I fnished a truck load of nonsense in a few hours when they gave me 3 days for it.

But whatever I skip with joy and log on to gmail and facebook. the very next minute i'm confronted by my brother who wants to know why I'm online.I get another lecture and he tells me to " get off facebook and put my face in a book". gah!  I sigh and trudge towards my room,climbing the stairs as if it were mount everest. reaching my destination I plonk myself on the bed and check my phone for messages.argh no messages! why isnt anyone texting me?! I fume and dig into "understanding psychology".

After Life

For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush of a midsummer noon, when the heat seems to have silenced the very birds and insects, and, lying sunk in the tasselled meadow-grasses, one looks up through a level roofing of maple-leaves at the vast shadowless, and unsuggestive blue. Now and then, at ever-lengthening intervals, a flash of pain darted through her, like the ripple of sheet-lightning across such a midsummer sky; but it was too transitory to shake her stupor, that calm, delicious, bottomless stupor into which she felt herself sinking more and more deeply, without a disturbing impulse of resistance, an effort of reattachment to the vanishing edges of consciousness.
     The resistance, the effort, had known their hour of violence; but now they were at an end. Through her mind, long harried by grotesque visions, fragmentary images of the life that she was leaving, tormenting lines of verse, obstinate presentments of pictures once beheld, indistinct impressions of rivers, towers, and cupolas, gathered in the length of journeys half forgotten-through her mind there now only moved a few primal sensations of colorless well-being; a vague satisfaction in the thought that she had swallowed her noxious last draught of medicine . . .At last even these dim sensations spent themselves in the thickening obscurity which enveloped her; a dusk now filled with pale geometric roses, circling softly, interminably before her, now darkened to a uniform blue-blackness, the hue of a summer night without stars. And into this darkness she felt herself sinking, sinking, with the gentle sense of security of one upheld from beneath.

She stood, as it seemed, on a threshold, yet no tangible gateway was in front of her. Only a wide vista of light, mild yet penetrating as the gathered glimmer of innumerable stars, expanded gradually before her eyes, in blissful contrast to the cavernous darkness from which she had of late emerged.
     She stepped forward, not frightened, but hesitating, and as her eyes began to grow more familiar with the melting depths of light about her, she distinguished the outlines of a landscape, at first swimming in the opaline uncertainty of Shelley's vaporous creations, then gradually resolved into distincter shape -- the vast unrolling of a sunlit plain, aerial forms of mountains, and presently the silver crescent of a river in the valley, and a blue stencilling of trees along its curve -- something suggestive in its ineffable hue of an azure background of Leonardo's, strange, enchanting, mysterious, leading on the eye and the imagination into regions of fabulous delight. As she gazed, her heart beat with a soft and rapturous surprise; so exquisite a promise she read in the summons of that hyaline distance.
     "And so death is not the end after all," in sheer gladness she heard herself exclaiming aloud. "I always knew that it couldn't be. I believed in Darwin, of course. I do still; but then Darwin himself said that he wasn't sure about the soul -- at least, I think he did -- and Wallace was a spiritualist; and then there was St. George Mivart --"
     Her gaze lost itself in the ethereal remoteness of the mountains.
     "How beautiful! How satisfying!" she murmured. "Perhaps now I shall really know what it is to live."
     As she spoke she felt a sudden thickening of her heart-beats, and looking up she was aware that before her stood the Spirit of Life.
     "Have you never really known what it is to live?" the Spirit of Life asked her.
     "I have never known," she replied, "that fulness of life which we all feel ourselves capable of knowing; though my life has not been without scattered hints of it, like the scent of earth which comes to one sometimes far out at sea."


By,
Rohan

A Dream

When the pressure on his throat released he fought the urge to kick straight for the surface. He could still see her and wondered how it was he could see tears flow down her cheeks.
He pushed up and he thought he heard her singing,the light sweet voice of this childhood. When he looked back he saw the beams of this light spear out from the bottom,arrow to her so she was illuminated in his shaft.
and he watched her fade away like a dream..
Breaking the surface,he sucked his air that burned his scored throat.  Sunlight sparkled in his eyes,dazzling them and through the roaring in his ears there were voices calling his name..
Through the dazzle,he found L standing on the verge,a hand pressed to her belly,on the wrist of that hand,ruby hearts glittered like hope.He swam through the lillies towards her,swam away from death towards life.
The sun filtered throught the leaves of sycamores and oaks and cast pretty pattern of light and shadows on the green on the grass.On the branches birds sang filling the balmy air with music.

He took her shoulders,turned her toawrd him,toward the sunlight. He took the ring out of his pocket,slipped it onto her finger and lowered his lips to hers.

With their hands clapsed,they walked away from death,into love and life.
No one sang there,but its gardens bloomed.


By -
C

Melt Away..

A candle flickers softly,
Somewhere out in space,
Shedding light upon the world,
Yet I am held in darkness's embrace,
I struggle to break free,
Of the chains that bind me to this life,
Yet I am bound forever,
To walk in endless strife,
My emotions flood around me,
Swallowing me in their depths,
Yet my heart's an empty shell,
There is no feeling left,
My body is numb with the pain,
Of endless indecision,
I don't know what's right or wrong,
I don't what I'm missing,
I walk only to be lost,
In the changes that come,
While everyone else finds their way,
In the cold that leaves me numb,
I seem to be always alone,
No one there to whom I can confide,
I'm trapped in this pain,
But it's the only place I can hide,
I want to run free,
To laugh and dance and sing,
Yet my life is not my own,
I'm bound on puppet strings,
I try to make every one happy,
Because I love to see them smile,
Yet nothing goes right,
It backs fires with every trial,
The pain I feel is brought on by me,
It's only in my mind,
But why does it seem,
Pain in my heart is what I find,
I guess I'm just delirious,
No one else feels this way,
But I just wish...
Things could go right for just one day,
A day when every one smiles,
When pain is never felt,
A day for joy and for life,
When death is never dealt,
But that day will not come,
Because all I can do is cry,
Hoping my pain will melt away,
Or that I would die.