Pray through the lonely man's soul

This one is a work in progress
I'm fasting and I'm hungry
so I can't think right now
but here's a peek at this one


I lurk the streets during the day
Looking for new places to hide away
Not a place in the world that I could call home
It's just me against the world, all alone

The Mr. Salley I Wish I Knew

I couldn't sleep so I wrote up a short story.
I should state that I am a beginner writer, so I know my writing is not perfect, nor do I expect it to be. This is why I started blogging, I want to enjoy writing while learning from my mistakes. I don't expect everyone to love my work, but please understand I am learning, so be nice.

Well here's my take on writing a short story. Enjoy!



Someone died today.

I did not know him personally; only saw him a few times around town. I never got the chance to get to know him because he always seemed like he was in a hurry. Scurrying off everywhere he went. In fact, I never saw him walk with a smooth pace. Every time I saw him I felt sorry for him. He was socially awkward, had no friends, never smiled at anyone, nor did he ever take a second to look up at the world. He was tall and held a lanky posture. His mustache was thick and curly. I referred to him as Mr. Salley because I did not know his name until today. The headlines all over our town read Marke Ervinge Murdered. Beside the article was a picture of him, a happy picture. He was not smiling in the photo, but his eyes showed one brief moment of happiness.

Mr. Salley was brutally murdered in his own home. The killer is yet to be found. I thought to myself, how could this happen to him, How? Who could do this to him? He never bothered anyone, always kept to himself. Although I did not know him, I cried. Tears poured down my face as I sobbed depressingly.

The following day I attended Mr. Salley's memorial service, about half of the town attended to dedicate an hour of their time to this man they barely knew. One by one people were sharing their thoughts, feelings, and sharing their experiences that they had with Mr. Salley.

"He was an intelligent man, was a chemical engineer I believe, he worked hard everyday, didn't bother a soul" One man said.

Another women stood up and said, "I knew his wife way back when, she was very courteous, always said great things about him, it was devastating to see him lose her, and this happened to him." She sobbed and blew on her nose on the tissue as the next person stood up.

"He was my co-worker, always got his work done, and was always on top of things, it's a shame he had to go so soon in such a horrible way. He truly was a great, intelligent man. I remember when I first started working at the company, he was the only one who saw my struggling and decided to help me, no one else came forward. He didn't say much, but he did what he had to do and let me watch over him. It was his own quiet way of helping me and I thank him for that" A man with a gray suit said.

Many people were crying throughout the memorial, but I just listened and enjoyed the service getting to know the Mr. Salley I never knew.

Reality TV sucksss

It's nothing more than an extremely huge WOT!!! Waste of time!
Yet, somehow it sucks you in like the twilight zone.
I always badmouth it, but like a hypocrite I watch it anyway.
Save me!

Drag Racing

I can't get this out of my mind, so I will tell you about it.
The other day I was watching the news reporting on a horrific accident.
The two cars involved in this illegal street racing were a Lexus driven by a 16 year old permit holder and a BMW driven by an 18 year old dumbass.
Both cars had at least two extra passengers each.
One had a 6 year old in the back and I think the other had a 12 year old.
The BMW somehow lost control, hitting the Lexus and then ramming into a parked van.
I believe no one died, but two people were in critical condition rushed to a nearby hospital.
The body of the BMW was ripped off leaving only the wheels and the seats. It was very ugly to see.
After the accident the 18 year old, left uninjured, was texting on his phone while his mom slapped him across the head.

Both drivers will be criminally charged.

I don't know why people can't learn from this. So many people die every year because of speeders, drag racers, and other idiots.

Thinking about this unfortuante event led me to write this:

Stupidity

Stupid, stupid, you're so damn stupid
Look at all the crap you did

You smashed your car
and you killed that kid

This time you took it too far
Stupid explains what you are

Sickness

Popping pills day and night
Everyday is a fight
Poking needles through her skin
It's no wonder why she's so thin

I keep on crying
'cause I don't want to see her dying
But I have no saying
'cause all I could do is keep on praying

Here Comes #3

Today kinda sucked over here.. Rainy ugh!
Worst of all.. I have a lot of debt weighing me down
Here's another poem that was dying to be typed out of my mind

8/13/09
Entry 3: Poem 3

Cry for me like I cry for you
Work for me like I work for you
Buy me happiness by finding me love
Save me from all of my misery

I need you and you know it
I know how lovely you are
Even though at times you do not show it
If only you weren't the root to all evil




Can you guess what I'm talking about??
Yup, you guessed it... MONEY!

A personal dedication to my husband.

8/12/09
Entry 2: Poem 2

Loving you

Your touch as soft as plush
Your voice as sweet as life
You sing to me with every breath

8/12/09 Entry 1: Poem 1

I have been inspired to share my poetry with the world. My dear husband motivated me to create a diary of poetry, day by day, sharing my experiences, thoughts, and feelings.

Here it is world, here it is:

Day 1: Entry 1

Stressed

Waking up from a dream that I cannot recall
I should be grateful, should give my thanks
I am awake, I am alive
breathing, living, waking
thoughts rush into my head
as if time is running out
I tell myself, one thing at a time
one breath, one step, one task

I feel like my body is shattering like a piece of glass
I need joy, need to smile, need to clear my mind
One thing worked for sure,
a warm shower, only me, no disturbance
It's now 9 a.m.
A new day with new experiences awaits me
and yes, I'm still stressed but breathing.