Gone From Life

    In a field of bright, colorful roses the sun sat handsomely in the sky warming all of the land. I walk through a field feeling the mushy flowers underneath my feet.
     From tall trees fell a colorful, bright material. They blew along with the breeze and crowded upon my hair. What was serious was that I was alone. In such a beautiful world, I was still seemingly depressed, until I heard a heavenly voice sing a song. The wind became cool, I thought I was alone.
     I smiled and decided to follow the wondrous tune. As I got closer the voice became more victorious, then it went completely mute. Full of curiosity I stood by a tree trunk, looking around for any clues to who was singing. I mimicked the song I heard with a light tune and wasn't aware that I remembered it only after hearing it once. It came again and I felt a devilish heat behind me. I turned around to see a glorious boy. He looked down at me with a smile on his face as if he found my curiosity amusing. He began singing a song so valuable to my heart. My once naughty soul was now lured into heaven by his beautiful song. It wasn't a cowardly gesture when I began harmonizing his lyrics. The wind was cool, I thought I was alone.
     His piercing gaze was as sharp as a knife, he grabbed my hand and pulled me close. I was actually nervous then, as he placed a red rose behind my ear, he spoke, "I'll be with you in your heart and you'll be in mine." I found him madly attractive as he held my head against his chest.

     I open my eyes to realize it was only a dream, day nine of his death. I'm in my bed at home thinking about our high-pitched voices creating an unrealistic dream. I sit back against my bedroom wall, thinking about the boy in general. My thoughts were hushed as I didn't realize until then that in front of me lay a red rose. I think of the same boy from my dreams, the one I need most, the one I want most, will I ever receive a third rose so I can tell him I love him? As tears run down my big, sorrowful face, I hold the rose to my heart and quietly sing his song. I close my screeching eyes and imagine the place of my dream. My quiet moans as he stands there and holds me.

You're My Despair

   His mountainous height over powered her every time. 

He's look down at her like she'd his baby in her prime. 

Their private moments were kept in her heart. 

He was always the one to make the first move to start. 

She tried to make his cute smile last. 

His eyes were nothing but stained glass.

He held a marvelous effect on her mood.

It went from night to day as soon as he entered the room.

He was a rebel.

She held him sane and kept him out of trouble.

He was handy and held her as long as he could.

She cried inside like he knew she would.

The statement "Opposites Attract" is agreeable.

Their love was strong, but time was feeble.

He was magnificent in stealing her heart.

He didn't realize how broken she was from the start.

 

Life became sour.

Her love for him slowly wilted like a flower.

Her shy approach.

He hid inside his coat.

The last three words she spoke

"Let Me Go"

He held a gorgeous demeanor

"No, I Can't"

Desire of the Devil

   The ride was joyous. She sat in her plus seat, gazing at the clouds through the window. Her mind finally ceased of crazy thoughts of crashing. Her ear buds were in her ear as a distraction... fail. She was only successful with the thoughts of the boy sitting in front of her. She hoped he would somehow notice her sitting behind him and speak to her. The thought of speaking to him first was very abortive. There's no telling how he would react. She felt gullible to her own defeat. Time was wasted, sitting back in her chair, staring at the clouds, and listening to music.
   His magenta sweater sleeve held a sweet scent of fresh washing liquid. She'd known that because his phone fell and slid underneath his chair; in front of her. Her mind went hysterical as he turned to face her, asking for his phone. His smile was as warm as the sun that day. She handed him his phone and her mind went taboo. What should I say? What should I do? The answer to her questions were solid as he spoke, "Hi, my name is Armand." He caught her by surprise. She made her voice sound lively as she spoke, "Julie," with a smile. He glances over at the empty seat next to her. Then, looks next to him at a hideous, smelly man. She could smell him from her seat the whole time, just didn't confront him. The slowness of her breathing was maddening as he sat next to her. He held up his phone and said, "I have been stuck on this level for a while now and I'm getting aggravated. Could you help me?" 4 Pics One Word, a game that will cause you to break your phone against a wall. She would know. She looked at the screen. Freezing penguins, ice, winter, and a girl in a coat. She tapped the word onto the screen, fingers slightly trembling. "Cold," she said, the success sounds chiming afterwards. His fingers were obese compared to hers as he gripped his phone. "Oh! Thank you!" He exclaimed.
   Her mother was an ambitious woman. The reason they were on the plane in the first place. With her job in the political field, trips across the world was held often. Julie loved it though. She got to travel and meet new people. As lovely as her mother was, she often forgot Julie was with her at time. She was always so into her work. She strutted around in her well-made business attire, proud of her place in the world. Across the way Julie could see her mother blushing among her conversation with some guy she sat next to. He was a tall, muscular guy, complete opposite of her deceased father. It was astonishing that they were both on different sides of the plane, crushing so hard. 
   Julie noticed Armand watching her. His gaze was stimulating as he said, "Is that your mother?" "Yes. You can see she's very caked up," Julie replied, taking her eyes off of her mother. His look became sulky. "What happened to your father?" Before she could speak he said, "Too much? You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." "He died in a plane accident," Julie said. "I'm so sorry," he said. It was silent for a while.
   Her mother made her way over and as soon as she seen Armand she stopped, staring at him as if he was a ghost. Julie watched for a moment. Armand didn't seem to realize her staring. "Mom, what's wrong?" Julie asked, concerned. She spoke, but was voiceless. She quickly reached into her purse and went through her wallet. Her fresh leather wallet was being tormented by how roughly she handled it. She pulled out an old picture of Julie's father. Her father sat on a rosy couch, with an upset face. Julie looked, in a daze. His well-groomed appearance... looked exactly like Armand! Julie looked over at Armand who was smiling, looking at his phone. An excited amount of fear rushed through both Julie and her mother.
   Instantly, a macho looking man stood up, luring the eyes of everyone. Around his white T-shirt was a black vest with a bomb attached to the front for all eyes to see. Once a loving moment was quickly tormented by fear. Three gun shots were heard from the pilot's area. With an elastic heart, Julie watched as her mother immediately sat down next to the same guy she was flirting with. All was quiet and seated. Everything was silent until a woman with a spicy brown dress began screaming from her seat. She began the ruckus of everyone running and screaming for their lives. Julie felt noxious as she ran and sat in her mother's lap, hugging her, for it was their last hug. Another pair of arms wrapped around them. With his fancy white, polo shirt, Armand was in tears. "I've been waiting for you," he said, softly, but enough for us to hear. A rude interruption involved the macho man as he yelled, for every voice to hear, "FOR HIM I SERVED AND SOLD MY SOUL."
   It was the desire of the Devil.

The Distance Between Us

I fell in love with a friend, but she doesn't know it. I try to keep a friendly relationship between us for she is my best friend. My love for her exceeds all boundaries, but I keep my emotions a secret, for I am afraid to admit my feelings to her. The doubt in my mind surrounds my insecurities and emasculates my confidence. But most of all I'm afraid to hurt her feelings. For most of my life I have never stayed faithful. I have loved, but I have kept a rule to make sure that my feelings wont progress beyond lustful intentions. My actions prevents ongoing relationships and I can not bare the pain of hurting her feelings, but it ails me to keep the truth hidden, so I chose my only option (the separation of my heart) for her happiness. I sacrifice my love. I hold true to helping her view happiness from a distance.