shadowy girl
04-28-2007, 07:19 PM
Hi everybody..
I lately realized that I've got 50 posts, but no more that 2 threads.. so.. I decided to show the world one of my works, you know, so they won't saty jailed in my dusty notebooks forever!
Innocent butterflies
Her hands were bleeding, so was her heart, and she knew why, but she believed hopefully that God "sees the truth but waits."
She threw herself on her bed, crying, shedding tears, and filling her pillows with them, all she wanted to think about now is that no human being, even the worst humans, don't deserved to be treated this way, no matter what.
She didn't care about that pain in her hands as much as she cared about the pain in her heart, how awful she felt while she was remembering how week she was when he stood in front of her, this Monster that was left from all people she lived with, how awful she felt to know that she had got limited force on almost everything in her life, not believing what he told her about being less than him, because she was a female as he explained, she couldn't argue, nor could she defend herself in any way...
Death might have been the best solution, death might have been better for her, better than living so much sadness, and hate as well.
she left her bed, and all her depressing thoughts, she stood up, trying to find her way to her room's door, which was difficult with all the tears that shadowed her way, she reached the door, she tried to break the lock with all her power, she couldn't, and fall helplessly on the floor, no one knows about her now, but God, she stood up again, even though she felt so week, and dried her tears with he shirt, then walked over the pieces of her broken vase, that happened to be the victim of a battle, she walked over it with her bare feet, they didn't matter at all, all that mattered her that minute was how many broken pieces she was able to collect from that broken memory, she hurried before that monster came back again, to finish his dirty deed.
This vase was a gift, given by this child's mother before her death, silence took over her jail while she was remembering the love she was given once by her beloved mother.
She picked up a rose, that once used to live in that broken vase, she looked at it so long, stared at it, then turned to look at her hand, both were in the same dim red, and she shed more tears so to wash her blood that was filling her hands...
"God won't let anything happen to me, because God loves me, just as my mother did" she kept praying, saying it in her week voice.
Physically, she was week, and she kept asking herself when Men will understand that hurting smaller creatures shows nothing but their viciousness!
she threw her self this time on the floor, under the window, rain drops that night almost broke the windows, but she didn't even notice, as pain surrounded her, and hate made her blind.
Suddenly she heard his awful sound, his footsteps whispered to her that he was very close, and about to enter her room. his Footsteps stopped making noises, and she heard the sound of the only key unlocking her room's door, here entered her dreadful father, it seemed to her that he had enjoyed feeling powerful, and came seeking more, how strange it is to know that wind could ever dare to tear up a flowers petals! but this wild north wind didn't have any manners at all!
He came near her, and her heart wanted to beat more, but it couldn't! He raised his belt up, preparing to hurt pureness itself! But his belt fell down as his hand did too, and his body became cold in seconds, and he was nothing but a lifeless body.
Death just took revenge for another innocent butterfly..
I lately realized that I've got 50 posts, but no more that 2 threads.. so.. I decided to show the world one of my works, you know, so they won't saty jailed in my dusty notebooks forever!
Innocent butterflies
Her hands were bleeding, so was her heart, and she knew why, but she believed hopefully that God "sees the truth but waits."
She threw herself on her bed, crying, shedding tears, and filling her pillows with them, all she wanted to think about now is that no human being, even the worst humans, don't deserved to be treated this way, no matter what.
She didn't care about that pain in her hands as much as she cared about the pain in her heart, how awful she felt while she was remembering how week she was when he stood in front of her, this Monster that was left from all people she lived with, how awful she felt to know that she had got limited force on almost everything in her life, not believing what he told her about being less than him, because she was a female as he explained, she couldn't argue, nor could she defend herself in any way...
Death might have been the best solution, death might have been better for her, better than living so much sadness, and hate as well.
she left her bed, and all her depressing thoughts, she stood up, trying to find her way to her room's door, which was difficult with all the tears that shadowed her way, she reached the door, she tried to break the lock with all her power, she couldn't, and fall helplessly on the floor, no one knows about her now, but God, she stood up again, even though she felt so week, and dried her tears with he shirt, then walked over the pieces of her broken vase, that happened to be the victim of a battle, she walked over it with her bare feet, they didn't matter at all, all that mattered her that minute was how many broken pieces she was able to collect from that broken memory, she hurried before that monster came back again, to finish his dirty deed.
This vase was a gift, given by this child's mother before her death, silence took over her jail while she was remembering the love she was given once by her beloved mother.
She picked up a rose, that once used to live in that broken vase, she looked at it so long, stared at it, then turned to look at her hand, both were in the same dim red, and she shed more tears so to wash her blood that was filling her hands...
"God won't let anything happen to me, because God loves me, just as my mother did" she kept praying, saying it in her week voice.
Physically, she was week, and she kept asking herself when Men will understand that hurting smaller creatures shows nothing but their viciousness!
she threw her self this time on the floor, under the window, rain drops that night almost broke the windows, but she didn't even notice, as pain surrounded her, and hate made her blind.
Suddenly she heard his awful sound, his footsteps whispered to her that he was very close, and about to enter her room. his Footsteps stopped making noises, and she heard the sound of the only key unlocking her room's door, here entered her dreadful father, it seemed to her that he had enjoyed feeling powerful, and came seeking more, how strange it is to know that wind could ever dare to tear up a flowers petals! but this wild north wind didn't have any manners at all!
He came near her, and her heart wanted to beat more, but it couldn't! He raised his belt up, preparing to hurt pureness itself! But his belt fell down as his hand did too, and his body became cold in seconds, and he was nothing but a lifeless body.
Death just took revenge for another innocent butterfly..