Wings

Wings give you a sense of freedom. Flying in the air with no borders to stop where you are going. No one to tell you what to do, boss you around. You are your own boss. You are your own captain flying a plane that is your body. Steering and controling it.
Wings give you the power to go wherever you want whenever you want. Flying high up in the sky, as free as a bird. Reaching for the skies to escape all the misery that life holds for you, just for a second. To get a taste of freedom.

Forever Is Over

I lie on my cold bed. Alone. Waiting. Hoping.
For what? To see him again? Somewhere deep down inside me, i know that it'll never happen. I'll never see his sparkling emerald eyes. I'll never hear his booming laugh when I make one of my lame jokes. I'll never smell his strong cologne. I'll never feel his warm presence in my bed. I never thought how life would be without him. How empty and cold i'd feel. How my heart will never heal and open up to someone else. And all for what? Someone who was stupid enough to drink and drive.

Waiting For Something

(Ariana is sitting on the bed and fiddling with her fingers, feeling anxious)

Ariana: Marc, he's been gone for almost an hour now. What do we do? We're gonna get our asses kicked if you don't act now.

Marc: I don't know... i just need to think of a plan. Just give me a second.

(pause)

Ariana: Let's just call him, we can't avoid him forever. He's definately going to find out one way or another.

Marc: No we can't do that. He'd kill us.

(Ariana stands up moving closer to Marc)

Ariana: Think about it Marc, he'd kill us either way. We've lost the boy. We've lost the job. The Boss doesn't tolerate this kind of stuff. That's why he hired us.

Marc: So what're we going to do? We can't tell him and we can't ignore him.

Ariana: I don't know... I can't believe he escaped. How could he anyway? This place is like a prison and there are barely any windows.


Marc: And he knew we had guns. He was a brave boy. He would've been a good addition to our group.

Ariana: Yeah, he would've.

(pause)

Marc: Okay so where is he most likely to be? He doesn't have any friends or family here... Well he doesn't even know where we are.

Ariana: He wouldn't've gone to the police. We would know by now. I mean Curt would've called us. Right?

Marc: Yeah. So that's off our list. And he can only be in this town cos of all the fences and security around here.

Ariana: So are we going to search for him? It probably won't take long. I mean, he can't go to the 'neighbours'.

Marc: (uncertainly) Yeah... Yeah we could do that.

(Ariana grabs her coat off the peg on the wall and heads towards the door)

Ariana: Come on, the longer we leave it the deeper we'll get in this situation.

Marc: But won't he be there? The Boss, i mean. He's waiting for us. We're already about (looks at watch) 10 minutes late. You know he doesn't tolerate that.

Ariana: (starting to get frustrated) Well i don't see you coming up with any great ideas!

Marc: I say we just wait. The boy has nowhere to go. He's bound to get scared and come running back.

Ariana: listen, why don't you stay here and wait while i go and look for him. Okay?

Marc: (uncertainly) yeah okay... don't take long.

(As Ariana reaches for the door, it bursts open. A man of around mid 40's stands there, gun in hand, aimed at Ariana. He shoots her right in the middle of her eyes and straight after shoots Marc.)

The Boss: (to the bodyguards on his sides) Dispose of the bodies.

Ignorance (Photo 3)

She will be standing there, on that hot summer day, thinking it will be the best day of her life. She had planned this day ever since she was nine and she had wanted it to be perfect. The venue was the same church her parents had got married in. She would wear the same dress her mum had worn so many years ago. She would grip onto the same type of flowers that accompanied her mum as she walked down the aisle. She planned this day and expected it to be perfect, like any other young girl would. She would act out the scene with little barbie dolls. In fact, the only thing she hadn't planned was the vows. She had even thought of the caterers and all the various types of canapes they would offer. She wanted all the bridesmaids to wear beautiful lilac dresses with big, puffy skirts. The image of her dream wedding never changed from when she was 12 until now.

Soon, this day that she has waited for will come and all her plans will come into action. Little does she know of what her future holds. That the man she thought she knew and loved, would turn out to be something completely different, something she will be terrified of. Almost immediately, she will acknowledge the fact that her life is in ruins.And in next to no time, she will realise that the mistakes she made are irreversible. "If only," she'll wish "I could travel back in time." But unfortunately for her, she can't.

At the moment, she is completely unaware of what will take place and she thinks she is living the perfect life. She has a stunning spacious apartment in the middle of the hustle and bustle of New York City. She has the job she's always dreamed of and is planning to have a baby. In her eyes, life couldn't be any better. But as time will go on, inopportune events will take place in her life and she will be put in a situation where she will have to brutally murder a loved one to save another. But as she doesn't know of this yet, she is happy and doesn't have a care in the world.


As she imagines her future, her wedding day, an image of happiness and tranquility comes to mind. However she is yet to be surprised by the strange twist of events after her wedding day.

Love and Hate

This is my first EVER sonnet that i have EVER written so sorry if it's quite lame. :)

Love
I never thought I'd find someone
Who loves me the way you do, and
Looks out for me. You're like the sun
That has risen so high in the sky. Hands
intertwined, we walk with our heads held high
As if we're ready to fight the world, you
And me, together, as one. In the sky
Our future is written, and i see true
Love between you and me. You are my own
Survivor, you're my living proof, that love
Is alive and not dead. Our love has grown
Into something more, as all of the doves
Scatter around in the refreshing breeze
Showing the world what we're really made of.


Hate
Hate. Not a word I use alot, but when
I think of you, it's the only word that
Comes to my mind. You'd beat me around ten
Times when i speak my mind, tell me i'm fat
And starve me so that i become "better".
When you walk into the room, arrogance
Radiates from your body, an answer
Is all you need but you don't have patience.
So i get another beating, wishing
You would fall off the face of the earth but
You don't. I sit there, my body aching
From the pain you've caused me and yet i cut
My wrists, trying to free myself through death
Because I can't take the pain anymore.