Just Beyond The White Picket Fence
Everyday for years, I would pass the light blue house ,with the white picket fence, on Baker Street
Everyday, the owner would open the window just enough to let the pie she had baked cool
I loved the smell of those pies, they smelled like home.
Everyday, she would take a pie down to the cemetery and give it to the Gravedigger
When I would ask her why, she said you will understand when you get older
The days and years came and went
I went off to college and the lady still lived in that house
Whe I would come back to visit my family, I would always make sure to stop by the old lady’s home.
I just had to know why she would bring him a pie everyday
Over some tea and cookies, she explained that her late husband was killed in a car accident and that old Gravedigger dug her husband’s grave
Before that, her husband dug the grave for the Gravedigger’s late wife
She continued, ” Everything in this world is interconnected. My late husband used to tell me stories of how the dead would speak to him and tell him about how they died. But, for whatever reason, when I would bake him a pie, the dead would become suddenly quiet...then they would cheer and be joyful. So giving the Gravedigger a pie makes the dead happy as well as everyone else.”
I learned so much from this old lady that lived down the street from my childhood home
She was about sixty or so at the time she explained the pie giving to me
I was just barely twenty years old and somehow speaking with this old lady, I felt as though I had lived for hundreds of years.
The old lady had many wrinkles, pale blue eyes, and white hair...
And yet, had the youngest and purest heart.
After I finished college, I moved next door to that old lady’s house.
And everyday, I would help her share the pie.
....Until one day...
I went to see the old lady, but she was gone...
She had passed away
She left me a notebook that told me all of the stories that she never got to tell me
There were also pie recipes in the book
Mrs. Fondran was a very nice old lady
She cared about others and she taught me a lot about life
She sent me a letter shortly before she died , I recieved it after her funeral, that stated how I was the only one who ever cared about her the way she cared about others
She thanked me for taking the time to help her help others
Somehow even in death, Mrs. Fondran knew just what to say to make everything better
In her will, she bequeathed her home and it’s belongings to me
As long as I continue to help others as she did in her lifetime
I moved into the light blue house ,with the white picket fence, on Baker Street
I turned my house into a sort of homeless shelter so that I could help even more people
Everyday, I make pies for the Gravedigger and the homeless shelter
Pies make people happy...
So I tell you this with my dying breath, ” Spread Happiness not hate.”
That was what Miss Weber told me as she died in the hospital bed
She spent most of her life helping people as did Mrs. Fondran
... And now, I shall Spread some joy to Earth’s population
A city of wonder
Truly a magnificent place to visit
With interesting lore
My interest is surley kept
On the edge of the Rhine your natural beauty shines through
Oh Loreley, how your name is so well known
Every one knows your name
How are you able to handle the fame?
Loreley, oh how wonderful is thy name?
My Blue-Eyed Angel
There are no amount of words that could voice my sorrow
Nothing could bring you back to me
Nothing can bring us back together
You're gone and now there's nothing left for me in this world
Why did you leave me alone?
God, why did you steal away my only love in this world?
God, why can't you bring her back to me?
God, why was I holding her as she took her last breath?
You stole away my only happiness
You stole away my angel
... My joy...
She held me at my lowest points
She loved me at my darkest points
God, why couldn't you have taken someone else?
God, why did it have to be her of all of the people in the world ?
You saw as I held her limp corpse
You sat there watching as I sobbed over her body
You saw as I had to watch them take my beautiful blue-eyed angel away in a body bag
You saw as the culprit stabbed her six times
You saw everything and did nothing to save her
You knew how much I loved her
You did nothing to save my love
You can't really exist since you sat and watched her beautiful blue eyes go dark as the life drained from them
YOU DON'T EXIST
You let him take the only thing that made me believe that you existed
You let him take her away from me
Why did I have to work so late?
Why couldn't I have just stayed home and maybe she would still be alive
I was saved when she was safe
When my darling died, so did the God she believed in
I hear their voices, they tell me that I have special powers
Powers that not many know of nor have
I smell the strawberry fields from which these voices emanate
My head throbs as every voice becomes louder and louder
I take another pill and everything seems to become quiet
The strawberry scent still lingers, but the voices aren’t so loud
A knock at my bedroom door signals the arrival of my mother
She announces her arrival and enters my bedroom
She inquires about my health and my day at school
I inquire about hers
Then she leaves to prepare dinner
"She wants me to tell her about the secret strawberry fields", I think to myself,
"She wants to conquer those fields and claim them as her own".
I can't think that about my own mother.
I shouldn't ...
The fairies would be disappointed if I told anyone that such a place existed
I open my window to get some fresh air, I can see those strawberry fields just beyond the edge of the forest
If only those fields didn't exist, then I wouldn't have to protect them from the others
If only they would believe me instead of thinking that I was insane...
Before I Die
I have thought about my death one too many times before
I pictured my death many times over
I imagined how i would die
Would I be murdered?
Would I die in a car accident?
I knew from a young age that I would, indeed, die
As I grew older, I realized that I liked the thought of cremating my body
My will is already drawn up
Everything is in order
Even down to where I want my clothes to be donated to
I have everything set up with the morgue to cremate my body, but save my eyes
My eyes have seen everything
They will be used to buy my ferry ride across the river Styx
I’m sure Charon would love to have my eyes
Eyes that have seen pain beyond this realm of understanding
However, There is one more thing I must take care of before I die, ...
I must Tell you how much I love you. I know I never told enough, But I love you more than the number of souls doomed to an eternal Hell
I love you more than the number of stars there are in the night sky
I will never stop loving you, even as my soul is burned in Hell
I will always love you
I still remember all the times we spent staying up late, just laying in the meadow looking at the stars
Holding hands as we crossed the street
All those times you watched me taste each and every flavor of jelly bean, more than once, just to see which one I liked most
I loved how you used to smile when I came across a weird flavor: like buttered popcorn
You always made me laugh
You always made me smile
But you couldn't save me from myself
You couldn't stop the thoughts that tortured me even after you left me
You were the best thing to come into my life, but also the worst thing for me
You hurt me deep
It took so so many years to get over you
And here you are, you have returned to deprive me of my newfound happiness
You can stand there knocking at my door for an eternity, I won't answer
Save yourself the trouble and leave, don't ever come back
And if you ever knock at my door again, I won't answer
You and I
Putting my happiness before your own
Holding me through the tears and the screaming
Letting me know that it would all be okay soon
Loving me through everything
Never leaving me alone even though I asked to be
Always being there for me
Never knowing how much these actions impacted me
Never knowing that I would do the same for you
I wouldn’t leave you alone
I will love you through everything
I will be at your side through thick and thin
I will love you always
Our love goes both ways
You to me; Me to you
The Forest Dream
I find myself entranced by beautiful, old pines and sparkling fairies
The trees show me the way and the fairies follow me
The fairies whisper amongst themselves as to who they think I am
Though, I don't even know who I am
I found myself wandering through this wood and encountered these fairies just moments ago and they believe that I am the chosen one
The one the oracle spoke when he said that there would be a human girl to enter this wood and become the bride to the Forest King
These fairies told me stories about the Forest King
They said that if Iwas the one the oracle spoke of, then I was going to meet the King
Suddenly, I find myself coming to a clearing in the woods
Where all the woodland creatures gathered and surrounded this beautiful man
He approached me cautiously and gestured for me to take his hand
He gently led me to the center of the clearing and introduced himself as The Forest King
All of the creatures around us seemed to bow before us
The worshipped him, and worshipped me out of respect.
They didn't know me, but according to the oracle, I was the only one that could make
The Forest King happy and making him happy was the only way to keep the forest thriving
That would mean that all of these creatures would live a long time and give birth to their offspring and all of the fairies could have a safe haven for their families
All of these beautiful pine trees would still reach for the skies
If the Forest King weren't kept happy, this wonderful forest along with all that lives within it, could perish
I couldn't let the forest perish, nor could I let the King be unhappy
I will be at his side everyday and night ensuring his happiness and he will do the same for me
He and I will work together to help this forest thrive and live on for many generations so that our family can continue to rule over this forest
If only it weren't just a dream that I had one night
He runs his fingers through my hair
He paralyzes me
I can feel every tingle he leaves along my body as he caresses my skin
Evertime I try to free my self from him, he appears behind me and places his hands around my throat
He does this to remind me that I can never leave him
He is wickedness personified
I hate him
He demeans me constantly
Why do I love him?
Why can't I free myself from him
He will never let me leave no matter how hard I try
I could never let him leave even if he tried
We revel in the toxicity of our relationship
He lives in me
He is EVIL
He is the Evil Within
Shoes are interesting
They tell where their owners have been
Sometimes, they tell where their owners are going
Beach shoes tells you that the owner lives near the beach or maybe even, that their owners are going to the beach.
Heels suggest that their owners either enjoy a party or that they are a very hard working professional.
If shoes could talk, they might tell you that their owner stands for eight hours straight while working at a dead end job that barely leaves their owners with enough money to live on.
If shoes could talk, they might tell you that their owner is very anxious because they pace back and forth for an hour each night before bed.
If shoes could talk, they might tell you that they need a break because their owners over-use them.
But, these shoes don’t talk, so we’ll never know that their owners are struggling to support themselves.
We’ll never know how much those shoes mean to their owners
We’ll never know how much those shoes hurt because they can’t speak
You can tell a lot about a person by their shoes
Tennis shoes suggest that their owners are active
Sometimes the shoes can tell you what their owners could never openly admit.
If shoes could talk...