True Confessions
I shouldn’t have done it! Why oh why did I confess to my psychiatrist what I had done? It had been my own little secret for years but I knew I had to get it off my chest before my acidic thoughts destroyed me. What else could I do? I had tried writing it down on paper as a release and then burning my confession but it didn’t work as well as I would have liked.
I had spent almost a year getting nowhere with my doctor. He was watching me closely and saying nothing as I began my story.
“I had a boyfriend named Darren who treated me like an angel. But I made the mistake of telling him about the baby I had when I was sixteen which I had given up for adoption. Because of this choice, I was able to finish school and become a physical therapist and even my parents didn’t know. But now Darren knew and he kept harassing me to tell my parents and try to find the baby. I didn’t want to. I was happy, making good money and respected in my field. But he wouldn’t let up and I was desperate, afraid that he might tell my parents. It really was his fault because he made me feel guilty as I relived that terrible time in my life.” Tears were coursing down my cheeks as I made this confession to my doctor.
“How did you resolve it?” asked Dr. Ogden.
“Well,” I sighed, “I had no choice but to get rid of the problem. Darren and I were mountain hiking when he slipped and fell off the cliff. The rocks were loose and the authorities agreed that it was an accident. I never knew how terrible it would be to see his crushed and broken body at the bottom.”
“Was it an accident?” Dr. Ogden looked at me closely as I answered.
I knew he suspected that I had pushed Darren to his death. “I won’t admit that I had anything to do with it.” But I knew he had come to his own conclusion.
I remembered feeling a small sense of relief when I burned the paper earlier in which I wrote my confession about giving up my baby.
I will burn my world and also, will burn my past completely, I thought. So what could I do? Dr. Ogden now knew about Darren. I must ‘burn the doctor’ so to speak. I took out my pistol and shot him. Dead men tell no tales.
Fire Power
The night air was cool. The lad waited for the right moment to strike.
‘‘Ugh.’’
He tossed his spear by the river. This was taking forever. Maybe he needed to be more patient.
Tim heard something approaching. He turned to see what it was.
The female deer raised its head and stared at Tim. He turned his head to the side.
Its heart was beating so fast. He tried to search its mind for what was causing it to flee from this part of the woods, but the deer sprinted away in a flash.
Tim bent down to grab his spear. He had picked up an unusual sound coming from the side that the deer had been spotted.
This was not how he had thought his night was going to go. All he wanted was to catch some fish.
He sighed & almost laughed. His fear was making him to hear things.
The second that he turned around to move closer to the river~ something had leaped out from the woods and came charging toward him. Tim’s heart skipped a beat!
He turned around and froze at the sight of the creature. It growled at Tim.
The creature stood facing the lad. It howled and jumped into the air.
Tim quickly bent down and held his spear much tighter in one hand. Then with his other free hand a burst of flames were fired at the creature.
It cried and started running away from Tim. Before it disappeared into the woods- it looked back at the lad and squinted its eyes.
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Tim rubbed his eyes. This was going to be a long night.
He threw his spear into the water. ‘‘Yes!’’
Ah, he was getting the hang of it. He pulled his spear and smiled seeing his catch.
The fish tossed around trying to escape. Tim snapped his fingers and slowly roasted his meal.
He sunk his teeth into his first caught fresh fish. The night was not too bad now that he had caught his first fish.
This would be a night he would never forget. He’d have to warn the others about the creature that lurked in the woods.
#FirePower
17th May, 2020~ Sunday.
Burrito Thoughts
Wrapped in bed sheets like a burrito
dancing thoughts keep me awake,
backward existence where problems
of my world are solved and creativity
blossoms into mirrored reflections.
Blankets welcome me as family
morning arrives too soon
wish I could sleep until noon
nighttime ideas are weighing me down
I struggle out of bed and start coffee
prop up eyelids and start to jot
my solutions from the night before
on tiny paper scraps before I forget
this is going to be another crazy day
a turned around day of imagination.
A reason to get up in the morning.
Red Cherry Jello
There once was a scientist named Bellows,
he did research in Antarctica with other fellows.
Between layers of earth in the permafrost ice,
they discovered living bacteria so very precise.
Bellows stroked his beard and laughed savagely -
he knew the bacteria was key to immortality.
But how could he possibility smuggle it from view
with the other scientists trying to snatch it too?
Well, Bellows liked jello, unlike the other fellows,
he liked all flavors but was partial to lemon yellows.
But he knew using cherry red, it’d be easier to hide
so he scooped up the bacteria and hid it inside.
Bellows iced down the jello and laid it on dry ice,
absconded with the bacteria without thinking twice
for he knew this bacteria was unlike any other -
it had arsenic inside, not phosphorous or another.
Bellows extracted the bacteria from red cherry jello
and injected it into himself, feeling quite mellow,
knowing full well that it was alternative life form,
believing it would extend life above the norm.
Bellows first had tried it on fruit flies and mice
and on human blood cells more than twice.
When he tried it on himself, he never caught
the flu or colds or diseases others fought.
Bellows never died, he lived longer than wife
and his children and friends without any strife.
But he no longer knew anyone on earth
with alternate life form ingrained in his girth.
Bellows was lonely so he injected some others,
knowing he wanted friends if he had his druthers.
Everyone was now comprised of alternate life forms,
not so alternate any more but more like the norms.
So Bellows and the new experimental fellows
lived on forever thanks to the cherry red jello
with the bacteria which wiggled and jiggled,
danced and pranced and sometimes giggled.
a really important thing people need to consider
As a person who has yet to live their life out, I find too often that many people make the same mistake. For them, every new encounter is a new opportunity to find a partner. Every conversation and interaction becomes an attempt to find love. However, that is truly foolish. Too often do people seclude themselves from creating new bonds with people in any way besides romantic. We all just need to understand the important distinction between creating a romantic relationship and creating a platonic relationship. Not everyone one meets is a potential mate. More likely it is just an opportunity to create new friends. This is an opportunity that should be taken advantage of. Every attempt at a love without hope is just another lost chance at friendship. While it is certainly an important thing to consider, finding love is not the sole objective of everyday life. Not everything is about finding someone to settle down with. Sometimes you just need to deepen the friendships you already have instead of trying to find love where it does not exist. And that is perfectly okay. Friends are just as important as lovers.
Violets
Roses are red,
My heart is dead,
My body is laid to rest.
I made up my mind,
It was my time,
just know I tried my best.
This world is dying,
angels are crying,
And day is forever night.
I took up a knife,
And ended my life
But was it really right?
Shadows can't be made without a little light,
Bright stars can only shine at night.
Darkness is the key.
So if dark and light are one,
And problems are none,
Maybe it's just me.
Maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I don't belong.
Maybe all I've known is a lie.
Roses are red,
Violets are dead,
And now so am I.