Poems/Stories 

This page will show my personal and work related pieces. Ill have a few poems, stories, and possible art works that relate to something personal. 

My Mother

My mother thinned dark brown hair obviously covered with dye as the small gray strands showed through. Her smooth skin that makes her look not even a day over thirty five but the cheek creases from her smile peek through every time.  A little crazy with the things she says and does and her weird fascination and love for our ice machine that sadly passed away last week (rip ice machine) makes her seemingly insane. The way she randomly stabs food with food that shouldn't go together like putting a french fry in my yogurt or an m&m in my cereal just to mess with us. My grandma would joke and say she went crazy after her accident but we all know that wasn't the case. She was hit by a car when she was ten but somehow survived after being told she'd die in the next twenty four hours. 

Setting and memory 

The modern like fixtures plastered throughout the house along with multiple walls laid with my reflection.The walls give a glacial feel upon entering only to be met with clement air. I lay to find myself met with a congenial company of them. The soft aroma of soft warm oak that burns on an incense. Windows covered with clear sheer that allows the light to softly ray through them. 

Short Story

My little brother that barely reaches my hip. The short soft light brown hair that is constantly either messy or flat. His cute little toothy smile that is just as infectious as his laugh. The way he says "I love you” and how he calls me ‘his kaykay’. Always running after the cats we own and always finding a way to jump on us and give us the biggest hugs he can. Sitting watching his dinosaur shows with no care in the world other than if he's going to be able to get that cookie he was denied for breakfast or not.

After ending the phone call they were excited to find they got the babysitting job. A 3 year old boy they would be watching while the parents were at work or went on dates. The other kids are at work or school during the hours so it would just be the two of them. First day was the upcoming friday. They were excited to say the least. As the week went on they got regular texts from the parents updating them on house rules, bedtime rules, and eating habits. Also informing them of what they were allowed to do, where everything would be, and how much they would be making hourly. 

Friday rolls around and they make sure they have everything before heading over. They were greeted by the parents with a welcoming smile. That eased their nerves. The wife was around 5’6” with dark brown hair, little make done but was holding a baby carrier indicating they had a baby as well. The husband was taller but still on the shorter side only reaching 5’10” with a buzzed head and facial hair, he seemed very intimidating but once he spoke they realized he wasn't so bad. 

As they leave them with a list he hears the kid he'd be watching run into the room just to make a complete stop and stare at them. “Hey there kiddo” they said with a small smile. The little boy runs out of the room and runs into what they assumed to be the living room. He runs back in with an assortment of different toys all of which consisted of dinosaurs. He starts babbling about the different ones to them so excited and loud not able to withhold his excitement. They giggle and tell the boy how nice they all were and asked if he'd like to go play with them. The parents make their departure after that. The little boy jumps with excitement and grabs their hand and drags him into the living room. 

The list of instructions were fairly easy, nothing too difficult , mostly just staying on the first floor, giving food during certain times, and what to give him, explaining bedtime and stuff about snacks and drinks. They knew this would be an easy job. 

They're afternoon had started consisting of watching his favorite dinosaur show, playing with toys, and running around. Luckly they were pretty bulky and built the the running around didn't bother them one bit. His uncle-like tendencies made it easy to be stern when needed but definitely fun. As five o'clock rolls around they start to get dinner set for the both of them. His dinner was chicken frys, oranges, pretzels, and healthy fruit bites. Their dinner was a sandwich and some chips which the boy seemed very interested in. This is where the first problem of the night comes into play. 

They hate sharing their food so when the boy asked to try a chip they handed him the bag and told him to grab one from there. The boy throws himself on the floor and pretends to die from sadness. They're obviously confused but decide to put a chip on his plate and tell him to get up to eat or he’ll eat him and his food. The boy laughs and gets back up just to look defeated realizing there was a chip on his plate. They ask what the matter is as the boy's eyes start watering and he points to their plate and explains in a babble he wants one of theyres. They deny and try again with the other chip. Eventually after arguing back and forth with him they realize now they're arguing with a three year old and give in and give him two of their chips. He was satisfied. 

A few hours go by and now they're both sitting on the couch watching shows. The kid has a small bowl of fruit he hasn't touched after demanding to have it. After a while he stands up and starts walking away. They ask where he is going and he just says “night night”. They understand and walk him to his room, change him into paganmas and tucks him into bed and says good night. The rest of the night they cleaned the kitchen and living room and sat watching the dinosaur show cause it was surprisingly more interesting than they had to be. 

About an hour passed and the parents arrived at the house. They tell the parents how the night had gone and that he had been very well behaved. The parents thanked them, paid them and sent them on their way. They had a lot more fun than they had expected. They hope to be back soon. 

Light house 

C.Call

A figure of light and hope,

Meant to guide and watch over like a light house,

A ship ready to hit shore at anytime and you turn your light off, 

You turn your light off and watch from a far as my ship fails steer towards the right direction, 

For a split second sadness and fear take over your subtle bricks, 

Only to turn away and see a bigger richer ship, 

You turn your light on,

Leaving my rusted old ship in the dark,

You guide and lead the new ship safely,

While my ship crashes against the rocks,

I sink slowly and you watch from afar.

Suddenly the words coming out of my mouth become silent. I stop halfway through my story and no one even notices the silence. Eyes glued to their phones while I poor my heart out. "you take things to hard." Let it go, I promise know no one other than you cares" But that's the issue. I am so eager to be heard, to be seen, just to be listened too. I would fall to my knees and beg you to just give me a glance and I would cry tears of joy as you listened. Only to be met with crude remarks. but I sit and talk for hours without ever being heard. I speak brilliant words for no one but the earth to hear and let it sink in. So let it be so. But I know the moment she opens her mouth all eyes focused on her and all ears listen to blunt basic words and seem the most brilliant. So when you ask me why I didn't tell you remember that child screaming to be seen. I begged for help, I begged for you to just hear me and save me. God cant solve every problem so stop telling me to pray for a miracle. Instead you stood their watching me bleed out my brilliance for you, lose myself for you. Yet you ask me why. You weren't present. But I was independent so I guess I didn't "need" your help, so I watched as you praised them all with love and care while I was fighting to stay alive. 

Silence

C.Call

Laying in bed of the tiny studio apartment. A small kitchen clean with nothing but mail laying on the counter. A tv that hung on the wall across from them. And a small bathroom door next to it. The only sound heard from the fan above. Its buzzing sounds as the blades crash in the air. The cold breeze falls and all they feel is the coldness from it. It tingles into their veins as bumps form all around their body. Silence. The ringing in their ear as they zone out of reality only to be welcomed by their thoughts. Everyday the same thing over and over again. That's what they think as they lay alone in bed. Suddenly the yells and bangs from the apartment above them start again. 6:35. Everyday when the man comes home from work the same thing happens. Every single day. 

The shouts are in some way comforting, knowing they aren't completely alone. At least there's people around them just not around them. A loud bang breaks their train of thought. This one louder than they've heard before. Then a loud scream and everything goes silent. Something new, different from the past days, weeks. Jokingly thinking she finally had enough and knocked him dead. The thought rattled their brain for a moment. Suddenly they hear the door slam and softly can hear the running steps down the hall above. 

Did she actually kill him? The thought becomes more stareal in their mind. Better to not get involved.. Right? Then the headlights from a car shine through their window. She left. Silence filled the room once again. Nothing but the fans buzzing in their ears again. They close their eyes to take a deep breath and as they exhale a whisper in their ear ‘why’ rings through their brain. 

Opening their eyes quickly to turn over to see where it is coming from. Only to be met with paralyzation. Unable to move anything but their eyes, fear reeks over them as they realize they can’t move. Nothing will move. They start freaking out. No one would know if they were to look although no one is there to see. Suddenly the lights flickered a little and they heard someone start walking around on the floor above. She must have come home. Another bang, then another one. Though the second somehow seemed closer. The door opens slowly then closes in a bang rattling the whole room. They hear the footsteps slowly dissipate into the hallway. 

Then they hear footsteps approaching their apartment. My neighbors' home. They assumed but then remembered they left a note asking them to take their mail while they were gone on a business trip for two weeks. That was a week ago and their piles of mail on their counter collecting bits of dust. They hated the extra clutter. But a knock cuts their line of thought, one knock, only one. Now they know it's definitely their neighbor they think, they must have finished their trip early and are here to collect their mail. The only issue is they can't move. Nailed to a bed. The fear left them but they remain anxious as to why they're still. 

Another knock on the door handle rattles. Then a gaged sound of a girl seeps through the door. ‘wHy’. The fear returns, the same voice that whispered in their ear. The hairs on their body being the only thing that can move standing high. The door starts shaking and banging as the girl is yelling ‘why’  over and over again then suddenly silences. Filling the room with nothing. Somehow that was scarier than anything else happening. Their heart beating out of their chest trying so hard to move or to even just scream for help knowing no one was there to hear and come. The lights started to flicker then turned off completely. 

They laid silently in the dark for what felt like years. They started begging to just fall asleep or to wake up from whatever nightmare they had to be living. Then they felt something that felt like someone sitting at the end of their bed. They held their breath and closed their eyes. They felt as if something glided across their legs. Whatever was sitting there was getting closer to them on the bed. If they could, they would be crying.  It got closer and closer until they could feel its breath on their face. A cold breath blows on their cheek so desperately wanting to open their eyes they keep them shut. Then the breath was gone, the pressure on the bed was gone and they opened their eyes. 

Met with the eyes of the female resident above. They were cold and soft yet bloodshot. Her face was a pale blue and a shade under white. As blue veins stranded from her eyes and neck. The red prints from hands that were gripped around her throat. And thats when they felt the tears streaming down their face. None of which were theirs. Then the girl screamed at the top of her lungs ‘WHY’ over and over again getting closer and closer to their face. Until she was inches from their face. They closed their eyes in fear as the yelling stopped. They opened their to be met again with the yells and banging from the floor above.The buzzing from the fan as the light above beamed on them. Silence.