Karialyn

"Hello. You're Caroline, are you not?" a voice said from behind her. Why does that voice sound so familiar?  She thought, before she turned around. When she saw who it was, a cold, sorrowful hand gripped her heart. She couldn't breathe, and she was sure that her heart had completely stopped. "It can't be." She whispered. If she could've fainted, she would've. He was wearing a white suit, immaculate. She never thought she'd see him again. Her heart was frozen on this matter, she'd chosen to block off all thoughts considering this particular person. It hurt too much to think of him. He'd died years ago…three years ago. She missed him with a

The blackened sky grows dark clouds, Settling around me like a cage from which I cannot escape I feel a warm breeze and look up, expecting the clouds to break. They do not. A feeling of dread hangs over me A deep hole, a part of me missing I know not when, or how But just that at some time in my life It was taken from me. When will it return? I often wonder. Then a cool gliding wind steals over me, Bringing a shiver to my consciousness Without even knowing it, I bring my hands up to greet it Twirling about like a dancing child. An unabated feeling of happiness courses through me. I'm sorry. I've never felt quite like this b

It hurts. Nothing has ever ripped at me as much, Torn at my life. And yet I can't pull away. Every time I try to forget you, Try to take my mind off your eyes, your smile, your easy humour, I find I can't. You're so far away, But so damn close; I've never been so close to anyone. That's probably what hurts more than anything else, I need you, and yet, You're never there.

By candlelight Your features look so different. The contours, the shapes, That sometimes looked so cold Showered in a fiery glow That could melt the hardest of hearts. Your eyes, Dancing amber flames, Swim in the deep green and blue sea of my own. Never has burning sounded so appealing. I'm drowning in this night of fire.

Malice etches every thought There are no words for the hate I feel for you. I take the knife slowly, Draw it deliberately over your skin, Watching as the blood pools. The knife will never be sharp enough, The pain I give you will never be strong enough, The hurt I force upon you, you can always count on. I despise you more than anything else on this earth. Because you are me.

In Waterloo yesterday, a seventeen year old girl by the name of Caroline Spicer drank three cans of Diet Dr. Pepper in the span of thirty minutes. This crazed attempt at thirst quenching made her quite jumpy, including hopping around her house, and outside of it. Her sister was traumatized after seeing her dance the disco chicken in her pyjamas, and then proceed to run around the room singing "This is the Song that Never Ends." The teenager's mother and father were reduced to hiding in their own basement to escape her insanity, which continued for the better part of three hours. Later, after mayhem had been unleashed, Spicer collapsed and sle

  Meow! (Sound) Violins play discordantly The sound is like a cat Stuck in a washing machine Yowling pitifully I'm hoping the juniors are playing Or else I'll be incredibly disappointed. Someone's running, someone's walking The click of shoes echo in my ears. The door of the music room opens, An explosion of annoying noise I'd rather be deaf than blind, right now.  Odd Odours (Smell) I don't know exactly what this is This smell Sulfur, maybe? Someone's wearing too much cologne It's kind of a little overpowering. But at least the person Isn't touching me.  Spontaneous Phone Touching (Touch) The buttons are warm, As if

Tiny, Seemingly unimportant Small green flecks of colour On cold ground. Daily, many tread on the grass, Not even realizing that It too Has life. It spans the world Covers almost everything That had else been covered By human productivity. I look up, and see What everyone else Sees today. Bright blue sky, With puffs of white Fluffy clouds. As you look They seem so small. But really They're much bigger than you Can even imagine. Let's say You're on a plane. You get a better feel for their true size. You could reach out Your window And trail your hand Through endless ivory and satin.