by | | FlashFiction, Private
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, she could not see herself.
A star drops from the skies
Crashing down into the earth
Broken into fragile small pieces
In heat of anger, she smashed the mirror onto the floor.
Like sea shells on the shore
Bits and pieces litter the beach
Glittering under the moonlight
She took a shard and plunged it deep down her veins.
Volcanic ashes fill the skies
Blurring the sun from view
Red hot lava drips down the earth
Cherry blossoms, Red stars… drifing into v o i d
by | | FlashFiction
Sometimes
I cuddle in the corner
at the far end of the room
thinking i am not dead or alive
a spirit that haunts the earth
walking on grounds others thread
walking into the memory road
feeling the sensations of being alive
when i was truly happy and sad
i could no longer feel a tear
it has frozen with time
like snowflakes in a winters storm
there are no days or nights
worldly perceptions are illusions
the cracks surfaces on the walls
as they crumble down into pieces
the wind takes them away with time
the old destroyed, replaced by the new
I cuddle against the far end of the room
afraid to open my eyes to face the storm
wishing that it would end
as a tear drips from my lifeless eyes
by | | FlashFiction
Falling back into
a deep deep dream
I wonder if i could ever
wake up
my warped memories
a haunting darkness of evil laughters and pointing fingers
They gather around, pointing, laughing
I buried my head in my arms, kneeling in the middle
I screamed and screamed, trying to drown out their laughter
Eyes of green sinister fabrication is all i see.
wake up…
My warped memories
A teardrop of undying pain drips across my frozen cheeks
My lover tries to wake me up, i could hear him but i can’t feel him
In a deep deep coma in darkness, there is no light at the end of the tunnel.
wake up…
My warped memories
A hundred girls being dragged out of their homes
By devil like faces with a long heavy sword,
Raped right in front of their ancestral homes
and killed immediately before sunrise
wake up…
My warped memories
Taking me further away from the darkness
There is no reprieve from the devil’s shrine
Drifting heavier and heavier… crawling weaker and weaker
Towards the light at the end of the tunnel
before the darkness consume my soul.
“Wake up”.
by | | FlashFiction
Existence is just temporary.
The beauty of life is the little moment of display of our beauty
Like falling raindrops, our existence ceases once our time is over.
It is just a passing phrase, a short memory of happiness
Before misery sets in, regrets of the past
No one will ever want to grow up, no one will ever want to live forever
It is just that split second of happiness in life that we are living for
After that… it is nothing.
by | | FlashFiction
She stands deep in the middle of a round tower, trying to look out above her head.
The stars filtered the night sky… filled with little tiny signs of hope.
She tries to find a way out but there isn’t a way.
She was all alone, and it seems like eternity.
Her long golden curls caressed the stone floors…
The high walls seem to hold her and not let her go
She screamed and cried but no one would hear her endless pleas…
Forgotten… like the wind.
by | | FlashFiction
An empty box sits in corner of the walls
Disappearing shadows walking back and forth
There was not a single street light in the dark alley
A soft sound faded as the box jerked unexpectedly
Whispering voices dissolved into the midnight skies
A gush of cold wind blew, pulling the leaves as it wandered
It moves again, in a weak attempt to break out of the box
A muffled cry broke the silence, but no one was there to hear
An empty box it remains, or so it seems to be.
by | | FlashFiction
Her empty eyes showed no emotions
They had no mirrors in them, no reflections
It seems like her soul has drifted away from her body
Leaving it dry and hollow.
She took out a knife with a long end and stabbed it
into the heart of her mother, she took the ends out
slowly… enjoying every single bit of pain that she
has inflicted on her unwilling party. Fresh blood gushed
out from the gasping hole as the victim tried to breathe
before falling into a trance like state with her eyes
wide open, in disbelief of the event that has happened.
She licked the ends of the knife clean and gave a
sinister laughter… a cold laugh that pierces into the air.
Her murderous intent boiled her mind as she sped off to
find her next victim before dawn.
by | | FlashFiction
by | | FlashFiction
She curls herself up on top of the balcony window
Looking at the passing shadows drifting back and forth
Her playful paws rubs her eyes as she falls asleep
into a strange lullaby of chimes and floating winds.
by | | FlashFiction
She sits gracefully by the window still
Looking at the skies turning day and night
An endless cycle of mirage warped colours
Wishing for the rainbow over the skies.
Her youth moved with the wind
Her pale fingers perched on the edge
Her body stumped on the wall
Her lifeless eyes stood still.
She could tell no more
What was night and day
She had given up hope
There was no rainbows.
She waits for the day she will be saved.
