SPEAK

Have you ever had that feeling of not knowing what to say when it happens? Maybe it just threw you off or you didn't have enough courage to speak your mind? Either way you didn't say anything really important? Then after you sit there like an idiot you figure out what you really wanted to say? Maybe it was just too far buried down in your heart or you just needed some time to think, but now you have it and want to say it? But now you're afraid that it's too late and the moment has passed?

DETAIL

It's started to sway being blown by the wind,
Like a rhythmic dance was about to begin.
Slowly it tilted along with the trees,
As it was easily brought to follow the breeze.
The swaying grew stronger into a soft nudge
Causing it to move as it started to budge.
It wasn't dramatic but that nudge soon became
Uneasy as it was bent by the shame.
Under such pressure it then fell
Making the ground a place to dwell.

Now as you hear of this sad tale
Don't overlook the crucial detail.
For you might think the wind had caused it to bend
Or the curious nudge that brought to its end.
But no, my friends, it was much more.
For the stick itself lacked its own core.

DISEASE

Katie always seems to mess things up. Everything will be going fine and then her mouth gets in the way. Or she will think too much about the current situation and all of its possible outcomes. It's like a disease will just start to invade her whenever she tries to reach out. Slowly consuming her mind and taking hold of her thoughts, causing all in its path to either become devoured or to flee. Either way, it never ends out well. She now knows why diseased people are usually contained, so they are always by themselves. It stops the germ from spreading. Maybe that's what Katie should do; let it fester inside of her until it either takes over or it leaves. Only time will tell as she dwells with the disease.

THIRSTY

She woke up in the middle of the night thirsty for water, which was easy to obtain. But as she went throughout her day she became thirsty once again. This thirst wouldn't be as quick to resolve; if she were to ever do so it would require effort and tactics. It was the thirst for more.

COLLIDE

      Hit. Hard.
      Shy. Shove. Use.
      Mean. Sad.
      Leave. Alone.
Break. Fall. Cry. Crawl. Kneel. Stand. Walk.
    Meet. Soft. Wish.
    Outspoken. Hope. Like.
    Mistakes. Mess. Miss.
Break. Fall. Cry. Crawl. Kneel. Stand. Walk.
  Collide. Talk. Yourself.
  Dream. Like.
  Mistakes. Mess.
  Wait. Think.
  Forgive. Love.

THE LIGHT

The flicker of light shines into
   The darkness.
As she walks through the hall
   Cold shudders sweep past her
   Or thick fogs fill up the room,
   Consuming even her mind.
But she travels through the long walk,
   Over uneven turns
   And darker patches.
The light is always there to help guide her way.
Sometimes it doesn't show her
   The direct surroundings, but
It is always there to walk towards.
And so she walks, traveling towards that light.

SPRING

         The sun came up
      As the ice began to melt,
         Turning into water to
      Seep through the grass.
   Flowers slowly but steadily
      Popped out of the ground.
   Their majestic colors splashed
      With the cool green grass
         Causing an artistic scene.
      Birds' sweet melodies
   Were in the air along with
The sense of spring.

TASTE

The taste caused her stomach to do a flip. It was the best thing she could have ever eaten. Carefully and slowly she continued throughout the dish, making sure that every bit counted. The luscious, thick food passed through her throat, causing her stomach to start flipping even more. When it was all consumed there was only one thought that came to her mind, now that was good.

LOST

She had forgotten how to act.

It was as if her mind was cleared

From all previous conduct and

She now sat completely confused.

Her past was a blurr, but that was

Because she had made it that way.

Forgotten mistakes had slipped

Through her mind and now she was

Lost.

ACT

Action makes conclusions.
            makes what you want happen.
            makes change.
            makes being.
            makes things happen.
            makes means to the motive.
            makes reaction.

MOTIONLESS

With a glazed look
He laid there.
The thought of
Loss caused his
Heart to moan.
He slowly ran his
Hands through
His short
Spiky hair.
Not aware of
What to do he
Lay there motionless.

BREAKING

Her stomach was uneasy as she thought about the current situation. She felt so used. Why hadn't she realized that this would happen again? She should have listened to her friends. But she let her heart win the battle instead of her brain. Why does she always do that? No explanation came to her mind as silent tears streaked down her face. And now it was all just breaking, all over again.

MISSED

Her messy hair could not have looked worse, but with the combination of the constant stomach ache it didn't seem to upset her as much as usual. She was too consumed with her thoughts of wondering. The warmth is what she missed the most she decided and the feeling of belonging. The thought of doing something, just going out there for no reason, was what she really longed for. But she had missed it, and now all she could to was miss it more.

COUGH

The scratching in the throat was what made it unbearable. Its constant tease was a reminded of who is really in charge. All of the water in the world wouldn't help to hold it back as it aches to come out, waiting to explode on its way there. The heavy feeling just wouldn't be lifted out of the chest as it stirs around. Just coughing will let it out, but now isn't the right time or the right place.