Month: February 2017

Two

This is a continuation of the small short story One with a different voice.

Two

I somehow survived the fire, the hell-rain that fell upon the world. The wind howled, spreading the destruction. I managed to hide when the fallout occurred; what I hid in barely held. Had it been a little longer, I would not be alive.

But once I had stepped out of my safe haven, I immediately wished I had died. When I stepped out from under my cover, I saw the pain. I still see it now, all I see is the pain that my world has suffered and will continue to suffer. For how long, I don’t know.

I look around in utter disbelief. I see no human and no creature. The sky is red and the earth is burned. I grab my head and squeeze, attempting to make any sense of what has just occurred, shutting my eyes and hoping it is simply a dream. I look around once again and the reality sinks in. I feel my hair fall; as I run my hands across my scalp, all of my hair falls off.

I walk in this wasteland, this fallout zone of nuclear toxicity. I see nothing but ruin. No human or creature. I am the last human on this desolate land.

I am the last human alive.

Inspirational/Motivational

Be the change you wish to see, don’t wish and never see. Be proactive instead of reactive. Take strides to accomplish goals to make things better. Be it your home or your car, your city or your nation, be the change you wish to see. Make a greater difference starting than reacting. When this is done, great things can occur. 

Poetry

Bright and beautiful sun,

So plentiful and giving,

You warm the land and hearts

Of those who live

On this green and blue paradise.

Help stop the pain

And help people love;

Spread warmth to all

With rays piercing the hearts

Of all of humanity.

The Lost Mind

The Lost Mind

 

I did not welcome you into my home,

You were not invited into the precious dome

That contains the most critical component

Of who I am; don’t think for a moment

That you will rule my mind.

You began your assault from the side

And crept in, destroying the happiness

I possessed, you stole the brightness

That I so dearly treasured in my memories,,

The things that were accessories

For who I was as a person.

Your mission was to worsen

My self-identity and self-worth, my personality.

You destroyed it all and left me with the mentality

And physicality of the dead beneath my feet.

Bipolar, if you were a person, I would beat

You into a literal lump of pulp

And consume your painful existence with a gulp

So no one has to suffer anymore

And so you can be nevermore.