In The Middle

I saw them happily together
My 'son' and my friend
Holding hands and laughing
Something deep down told me to stop them
But I wanted them happy
Both came from sad unforgiving pasts
I knew they had gone through enough,
I had been there and done that
They were owed the happiness they found
God knows the pains we've carried

But one day she sat alone
Pale and quiet
I was scared to ask,
Afraid that my son had done her wrong
But she know not of what she had done.
Later when I found him
His voice was quiet,
He wished not to speak
Of the things between himself and the girl

But that night it was told to me the tail
If only in the rough
And now she comes asking if I have spoken to me son
I tell her that I have, but that I can't speak much
Only that he has done the wrong and nothing more
He will not speak to her
Even that he will not say to me

I tried to stay out of it,
But I love my son and treasure the girl
So here I stand wished to speak,
But can't soil the trust of my son.

God why can't they find that happiness they are owed!?
And why did I have to get this caring heart!?
I'm in the middle with no one to blame but me.
And now that I'm here I pray for them both and myself

My our strength hold out.

My Name, What Is It

I am as old as human life
I've been used in praising
Come to me when you're lonely
I'll make you numb
The doctor once said
That a little of my red child was good

My grip is slow
But when I've got you
I'll aways have a hand around your throat

I'm best known for pickling your insides
Making you replace parts
If I leave you time
Destroying your brain is a talent of mine
I've made you kill others
In those metal boxes on those strips of black

I'll shelter you
But with a price
I maybe legal, but I'm deadly
So come to me
I'll give you hope
Then take it away

What is my name,
It you can remember my many children,
You'll know mine.


This wasn't the 300 word story I know, it was for health class

And please write you guess as a comment

What Are They?

Set low, but not underfoot
Standing on the hill
In their 5 story apartments

Spins exposed
But their guts still hidden
Tightly compacket, without a mine
For alone they'd be a colord pile.

Oh good Ms. Henten
Wise Lord Johnathen
Adventurous mother and son
Give life to them!
Sweet Nakajo
Give them love, warm our hearts
Dear grim Edgar
Give them chill, scare our dreams.

We love and hate
Treasure and fear you
So strong, but easily destroyed.

What I Should Have Said

He sat there a great big gray man
Asking over and over what day would be best

My mine raced telling me this wasn't right
That blond brat is at it again!
But my body is unwilling
To afraid of this great human.

'Thursday' my throat said
Making my brain scream
Calling me an idiot I had just doomed myself

I should have defend myself
Told of how she had maimed in the past
How she had hated me because of a friend she wanted
But no all I could give was a day that pushed me down

I had been the fool all this time
Thinking she was friend not foe
Sad, I held on to her so long
That day, her first try, I should have ran
But I was stupid and I'm paying for it.

I was terrified in that room
Though I only staid the hour
I will not be her friend anymore

My Life Changer Final

As a child I was happy
My voice rang clear and true
I sprang about laughing and smiling
Thinking life was suppose to be fun

But that was until I meet my hell
The name is simple; it comes out easily, unashamed - - school
Even now the word makes me ill
It makes my stomach hurt
I wish to run home and scream till nothing will come

I died there and a new dragon was hatched
The humans took my voice and broke my legs
My smile, they smudged

I had to shild myself
But couldn't find the strength
I was the wolf/mutt that no one wants
Dirty and emotionless
Unwhanted, dare I say - hated?

Empty for years and cold
My fire was locked away
Who can open that gilded box that I can't?
Then came the flaming black Raven
Her friend the slinking black cat with the icy eyes
And the black wolf from gym class

We understand the pain that hunts us still
We listen to the stories to ease our hearts and our fears.

My Life Changes

As a child I was happy
My voice could be heared
I sprang about laughing without a care
I thought life was all about joyous laughter

But that was until I meet the hell
It had a simple name, - - school
Even now the word makes me ill
I want run home and hide
It fills me with anger

I died there and a new dragon was hatched
I lost me voice and my legs were broken
The smile I wear wasn't seen for as long or at all

I felt the empty shell
The wolf/mutt that no one wants
I felt dirty and emotionless
And unwanted dare I say - hated?

Empty for years and cold
That was until I meet the Raven
And her friend the black cat
And the other unwanted wolf.

We understand the pain that hunts us all
we listen the stories of the past

Me

I've been thrown down, and still am
Only to come back stronger, same, or weaker from the fight
Painful scares of my past cover my free 'soul'
From those close and those who hardly know me
I've said I've gone from 'human' to 'dragon'
Standing for my people - Jehovah's Witnesses
It's true, I don't trust many anymore,
I learned to put my 'dragon scarred skin' up first
Only in return, make my own worlds.
Between the pages of a note book or on lose papers
Many times I fall back on them
Drawing things that frighten even me
That wasn't ME!
That was from a human!, --but that's what I am...
Yes, I'm another imperfect human
That's got scares from other human's nails.
But my 'blood' screams the loudest in my ears
I'm all alone, because I can't hear 'them'
It's passable, my screams of pain need air to carry it
That's when I hear it, more screaming
And it's not the queuing in the empty space I've made.
There's more, and close now.

We lean on each other, still crying
Nursing each other's wounds of our blooded pasts
Same, and yet different victims we are
But the 'knife' that's still in bedded in my back
Is there because I stand for my people
And that 'blood' I'm proud to shed,
Till he -Jehovah- stops Satan once and for all!