Mother Nature is taking care of her own

making her displeasure well known

this planet of “ours” needed a rest

we are nothing more than her mere guests

We’ve taken all she would give

far more than we ever needed to live

She has been oh so patient with us tenants

and now the time has come to up the rent.

We complain about the inconvinence of it all

she complained as well, but our hand went up as a wall

She did her best to warn us, of the tipping of the scale

but we abused her, when we should have hailed.

I love the words that bring joy

words should not be used as the bully’s toy

Want the words to make you think

never intending for negativity to bring

Putting words out there is a whole new thing

hoping to disparage any amount of anxiety

never is the intent to ever offend

not wanting enemies, only friends

Like to see how others grow

what they’ll write, the words they sow

writing them out to have true meaning

never sure of what you’ll be seeing

I enjoy my poems to have a rhyme

as I just like to write sometimes

if you wonder if it’s not done with love

please read what is wrote above.

Wind creaked against the windows, it wasn’t a storm, just a windy day, enough cloud gathered outside to make it gloomy. Alva looked over at the empty chair and sighed, it was going to take some getting use to, no one else to blame noises on. She got up to make herself a tea, out of habit she kept an eye on the floor ahead of her, she use to have to do that as not to trip on her way out to the kitchen. Even the kitchen counter seemed bare now, with no one to supervise her every motion, or to investigate the goings on outside through the window with.

She put the kettle on the stove and stared out the window, it had been almost 18 years since she had made a tea by herself, read by herself, did laundry by herself, had a bath by herself or really had done anything in this old house by herself, it was going to take some getting use to, friends are never easy to lose.

The tea kettle sang to let her know that it was ready, when Alva opened the fridge door to get the milk and it sank in even more, so she moved as quickly as she could, so as to put it back before the fridge door closed again.

Taking her tea back to her chair, she sipped at it, but it didn’t give her the same enjoyment it once did, it didn’t warm her the way it usually does. Resting her hand on her lap didn’t fill the void either, tears came to her eyes as she realized she was just going to have to accept that this old house was just not going to the same anymore.

# Do not mention

The television was on in the back ground, it hadn’t been shut off in over two weeks. At first they thought he was part of the missing persons in the area and hoping he wasn’t dead like the others, and now he was being hunted for the murders the other people.

She couldn’t believe her son would do something like this, that he would kill someone in cold blood. She started looking through the family photo albums and pictures on her phone- looking for any clue that he might have changed, from the loving son she knew, to the cold blooded murderer, they said he had become. He did well in school, didn't have many friends, his best friend Jonas, the other boy they were looking for along with her son, was quite, but always seemed kind and polite.

She began studying the pictures, looking for any sign, that he was the monster they described on the news. The police were giving press conferences every second day- and every time she would hear her son's name, followed by the words suspect, fugitive, murderer and cold blood.

She wept most days, not being able to leave her home- to get away- because of the media camped outside, waiting for her make a move. When she tried last week to get out for groceries- the flashes started and the questions came flying from every direction. Questions she didn't have the answers to, "Why did your son do this?" from one reporter, "Do you know where your son is?" from another, What was your son's childhood like?", "Did he give you any indication of what he was going to do?" She retreated to the safety of her four walls, and hadn't tried to leave since.

"The police are expecting this manhunt to end in bloodshed." The news anchor stated.

The news was detailing how it would be expected that her sons life would end, and she sat and wished she could see him again- hold him again- not sure the person she would see would even resemble the son she knew.

No matter what he had done, how awful she felt for what he had done, how lost he felt, or how everyone else in the country saw him- he was still her son- and she loved him even though it pained her at times.

“Hey! Lady! ....Hey!” It’s all I could hear, I kept trying to focus, but that wasn’t going very well.

“Hey! Lady! You better get up before they get too close or they’ll report ya.”

I got my eyes open, but couldn’t see where the voice was coming from, just a cat staring at me, then I heard it again.

“Hey!”, the cat looked like it was moving it’s lips.

I sat up then, a little too fast, I felt the dizziness from the move. I looked at the cat, and I was completely confused.

“You need to move” the cat said.

I just looked at this cat... that was talking to me, then started to put pieces together. The time accelerator must have worked, but how far in the future did I go? To have a talking cat? I thought to myself.

“Where am I?” I asked

The cat, cleaning his front paw. “At the park.”

A woman walking a dog passed by, the “they” the cat was talking about. “Hello” the dog said, the women said nothing.

It looked like a park, but it didn’t feel like one, there was no breeze, and the air was heavy for being outside. I had no idea how far into the future I jumped, but I was guessing that it was at least 80 or more years.

My headache was easing, and I had to figure out how get back home.

I moved my feet underneath me, and began to stand. I looked around, the sky looked different. “Why is the sky....whirling?” Having no other words to describe what I was seeing.

The cat looked at me and winked. “The dome we’re in, is cleaning the air, so the sky looks like it’s moving around.”

“Do ya have a name?” I asked him.

“The name is Feli” my creators thought they we’re being clever, with a shortened version of feline. I however prefer Olli.”

“Creators?” I asked, again confused.

“Yea, they go to a lab, pick the characteristics in a pet they want, a few whooshes in a tube, and presto-here I am, walking and talking.”

“And the dome?”

He looked up, giving his head a nod. “For air and weather control”

Well that explained everything....not. I needed to move, find out how I could get out of here, I didn’t see any signs of the portal, which puzzled me.

“Did you see how I got here?” I asked.

“You looked like you got thrown up by those bushes over there, and landed over here, actually more like a power puke.” Olli chuckled at his own joke.

I walked over to the bushes, and moved my hands over them, then I felt the gravitational pull that wanted to propel me back to my own time.

I looked at Olli, “Want to come with me?”

He looked and laughed, “No, been there, and there’s no one to talk to”

In the recesses of your mind

I’m the darkness you don’t want to find

I will take you to another realm

You pray that I never take the helm

I’m the thoughts you want to hide

Don’t want go on, my mental ride

I’m the thoughts you don’t want to steer

Hoping, hoping I take the rear

I slumber in the edges of your soul

don’t want to drink the water from my bowl

I am rooted in your ambition

you don’t want to come to my submission

In your innocence I take you down

you feel me coming back around

sometimes you want me to come out and play

but never really want me to stay

I am the thoughts that you often fear

Don’t want me to find another gear

now you think you’ll get to rest

but I’ve just hunkered in my nest

I’m the part of you, you don’t want to see

never wanting to set me free

I’ll go into hiding, just for now

but I’ll never take a bow

In the rescesses of your mind

I’m the darkness you don’t want to find

I will take you to another realm

You pray that I never take the helm

“Where does the time go?” was all she could ask herself.

It had been two and half years ago, that she had been given her diagnosis of ALS, as much as it seemed like an eturnity, it seemed like yesterday.

She had already gone through the denile, anger, sadness, went back to anger, never really wanting to accept that it would be her fate.

She had so many decisons that had to be made when she found out, because the disease can progress quickly, she had to decide if there would be an NG tube- to help her eat, a ventilator- to help her breath. Of course none of these thing would save her or really give a better quality of life, just give her more time.

Her daughter had moved up the wedding date, so that she could be there to see her. Although she had to attend in a wheelchair, she was happy that she was able to go and be there, but it also filled her with sadness that she would not meet her grandchildren.

As the year progressed, she lost more and more ability to do much for herself, a woman who rarely asked for help from anyone, was now reduced to being able to do little, without the help of someone else.

She use to run, play tennis, go to yardsales, and dinner with friends, but those things, like her body faded into memories as it became far more difficult to move around with ease, and her breathing had become worse.

When she was admitted to hospital, she could no longer walk, or barley swallow, and her breathing was so laboured that medication and oxygen were not much help. She would stare at the ceiling, clinging to the shell of her old self, waiting forcibly patient for the end to come. She would go to the times in her life that brought her joy, her wedding day, the birth of her daughter, running on the boardwalk, an anniversary trip to Costa Rica, and times with friends.

The time was long now and the life she thought about, seemed distant.

She could hear her family around the room, but was unable to move her head to see them. Her family was crying around her, she was fading, the ceiling seemed to come closer, she tried to keep her eyes open, but they kept closing, then they wouldn't open.

She could feel herself break free of her body and feel herself rise above the bed and her family in the room. They were upset, crying - she wanted to tellthem not o worry that she was better now, but she couldn't, she only rose higher to an unlnown destination, now sepreate from the pain and sorrow that she had carried for the last two and half years.

#Make Me Cry My Heart Out

@Tohru

Dear heart,

I know you thought it would last forever

the love you had, you didn’t want to severe

Dear heart,

I’m sorry I have to put you through this now

don’t want to leave or take a bow

Dear heart,

I know that you are full of sadness

waiting for all of this pain to pass

Dear heart,

I want you to know that I tried and tried

to dissolve the strings to which you are tied

Dear heart,

The time will come when you’re on the mend

until that day we’ll have to pretend

Erosion of heart, begins the erosion of man

Erosion of self, unable to make a stand

Society falls and crumbles to the sea

Soon there will be nothing left for you, or for me

The tides of change lap at our frailty

Soon we’ll wish that we were able to see

Erosion took hold and left nothing behind

For sands of time we cannot rewind.

Have faith it will work itself out

Have faith the pain will heal

Have faith God will be with you

Have faith he will come back

Have faith you’ll see the end

Have faith in yourself

Have faith in him

Have faith it will get better

Have faith it will get easier

Having faith can be exhausting, attempting to drag you out of your melancholy state,

attempting to lift you to new and better heights of this human existence, making a slave of the better outcome that is promised by merely “Having faith”.

Faith will bring about something better, only if you “Have Faith” that it will do so.