She shall never know

The air sounded speechless as the wind combined of many rays combed across her sweet eyelash. The stars dressed in yellow wet across the sky drips of shine were revealed…the beauties had created a masterpiece within her eyes. Sounds like spaceships or I should say plane were noiseless…I swam there within the red milky pool like a mermaid thinking of him “when will he return to men” I looked above as I was floating and saw the sky as it had created another of his greatest work “When the wind speaks she does moved her lips too. The wind does move I thought I often wondered why everything is then human. I chuckled a bit “because we aren’t human to realize that”. I could hear the air dance like she was in her little dream. Her pale famed body twirling around this terrorize galaxy. I often thought the man, my man. There I wanted him where my mind had known all along. I drew him words just to feel him by me.1

The fadedness had crept again in the morn where stars were allowed my visit was short. “Goodbye” my eyes began to see some formation of dimness. I could not make of what it was. Then there it was my walls. How I forget those things. “Alone” I hated hearing my mom. I didn’t trust anyone in this world not even the mirror or camera anything because nothing didn’t know what I was. I knew what I was but my face didn’t. I hated that when I could not express it anywhere within my eyes nothing was I useless…to man but oh when I write I can caress words with soul and dreams. I know how to touch the mind and I know how to sing charmingly not the sound as if someone had just dropped their keys out the car or the sound. The sound of the shake of a branch and the sprinkle of leaves falling forth. “Alone pick your shit up” I couldn’t express to her this because my face felt empty as if I was this made up joke…therefore I held it in like sin forcing its way to hell so my soul. I wish she could know…but perhaps she did but didn’t care because my name Alone seemed a name not though of…I tried to make it beautiful but couldn’t. A name I thought of for myself was “Lullaby or Hades” Hades is the name I longed for. I tried to ignore everyone and focus on my stories my beautiful ideas that I knew I was blessed with. These were the eyes of my soul. The eyes I kept within my pocket. Look at how my eyelashes raises forth like the lion in the lion king and how my eyes resemble a moon. Yes, that was my pen for my eyes didn’t resemble so but my eyes of my soul did…Often times being alone made me lose identify of myself and conversations with people. I often felt bored and my own mother couldn’t speak to me as if malicing was there when she had created my name. She wouldn’t feed me with advice or a conversation. I had to spoon fed myself…2

Through the window the house looking like blocks held its poise. The elegant room I was in my beautiful style of cream curtains swaying like eve’s dress. And my dresser there always laying like a white shepherd dog. MY room looked like a gorgeous gown the details in the curtain held fine beads and gems were all over my rug. The floor was polished always s othat I would not place my dirty feet on it. I always toke care of myself. I thought I was the finest thing yet it was hard when everyone noticed you but a boyfriend I could not have because of love affairs regarding sex. Was it all they could say. Was I a sex angel? God would never make such like so…but then I found this man 3

Alone” I was only 19 years old…and I was experienced so much love affairs…I whad lost my virginity already being raped when I would only 5 years old. I often try t o act like that wasn’t true…Therefore the only men who were to be in side me was my true ones. I was acting matured for my age because all my friends well aquaintences because they were useally jalous. I was a picky girl he had to be fine to be with me…I was happy today I had done my eyesbrows and my hair…4