when demons rule the world!

“Amencon, Amencon come here! We must start planning right away! The time is near!” Katrina, a girl with long blonde hair that curls down to her knees, eyes cold and dark and yet the color of the sea, face pale with rosy cheeks teeth as white as paper and as sharp as a swords, about 5 feet 3 inches, weighing 73 pounds, 17 years old, sits down in an old barn yard in the core of New York. In the deepest and darkest ally, an abandoned town that has been known to be haunted for years the clouds swept low and stained with blood, the buildings stood lonely: the windows cracked and the doors missing. She sits waiting for one of her vampire slaves to come.

“Princess Katrina you called? I apologize for the delay. There has been a finding that a young man, around your age, has come to see weather this town is really as terrifying as told in the stories. He’s a photographer and plans to take pictures of the area.” Amencon, a man that is 7 feet and 11 inches stands there with a long black cloak covering him from his neck to his feet, and like the girl his teeth are as white as paper and as sharp as swords. He is pale with no reflection, bowing in front of his young master.

A boy gasps at the cracked window. He had come for a catchy story but obviously he has gotten himself in a mess. I’ll just take a picture of these people and leave. This place isn’t safe for me; they know I'm here! Andrew thinks. The boy, about 5 feet and 6 inches, with straight blonde hair that comes down on his forehead and his face is white and quite charming. He pulls out his camera and takes a picture of the vampire and the girl. How can such a beautiful girl be sooo….? A tall man covered in a white cloak with his face hidden in the shadow of the hood, grabs Andrew by the arm and drags him to Katrina.

“Hey let go of me! Ill call the police! Let go!” Andrew screams trying to wiggle out of the tight and harsh grasp.

“Ha! There are no police here you idiot! I alone rule this town and soon I’ll rule the world!” Katrina’s sweet bell-like voice sings. “You are alone with me and my undead slaves!” she continues. “Stupid humans always sticking their noses in where it isn’t safe humph!” she mutters irritated.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?” Andrew asks, awed by Katrina’s voice and appearance. She’s even cuter up close. He thinks.

“Hey, no fair! I’ll ask the questions here! Who are YOU? What do YOU want form ME? What's your name? How old are you? What brings you to MYY town? Answer me! Make him answer!” Katrina’s voice booms through out the wooden walls and surrounds the place with an echoing of a childish whine.

“My name is Andrew. I don’t want anything from you…although you’re very pretty... but anyway, I don’t even know you! I'm 19 years old, I came to see if this place is really haunted- which it clearly is- and as you can see, my eyes are purple due to my grandfather who is also an undead, which is why I like to research this kinda stuff.” Andrew replies trying not to show his interest in the girl.

Meanwhile Back in London…

“Agent XX73047 we have called you due to a sudden emergency. A young man of the age 19 has gone missing. Here is the portfolio with all his information. He was last heard from in and was heading towards the forbidden town. It is said that many years ago a 27 year old girl turned everyone there into the undead and made them her slaves to get revenge for all the years she had been made fun of. However, one man was turned into a demon and they had a demon child named Katrina. It's believed that they both disappeared after her birth and the child was left in the care of the undead. Now you see we have no proof that she exists but if she does then that young man maybe in danger. Do you think you can handle this mission?” A secret agent asks from the shadows of his chair.

“Don’t worry sir, I can handle this, leave it to me!” a sweet voice with the sound of violins says. The girl looked to be about the age of 27 answers. Her eyes glows an eerie red and a smile crosses her face in knowledge. Her blonde hair flares down to cover her face before the razor sharp teeth can be exposed.

“Oh and I’ll send Stephanie with you to help” the agent adds.

Poor Stephanie won’t know what she got herself into! Dear Katrina, don’t worry mommy and daddy are on their way to help you! Agent XX73047 thinks.

Back in New York…
“Princess! Your mother approaches with a human! What shall I do?” Amencon asks frantically.

“Let her in you dope! Jeez is everyone that stupid?” Katrina says rolling her eyes.

“Katrina darling! Look sweetie your first victim! Your father is on his way! Oh you’re so beautiful! Oh what great joy it brings me to finally be able to meet my darling child! Where is that stupid boy? I must prepare him to be changed into a demon right away! Unfortunately you will now forever remain 17 due to our age stopping. You see my mother grew all her life and my aging stopped at 27 and from here onward everyone who will be your successor will only grow till the age of 17. Oh what a glorious day! My daughter will soon rule the world!”

“Hey mom! Listen he's down in the dungeon you can go do whatever you want he won’t shut up! I’ll take care of your friend here! Hey dad! You’re here!” Katrina comments with great enthusiasm. The excitement of the moment surged through her body like a thousand lightning bolts.

“Hey how’s my demon daughter doing? Can’t wait to see you take over the world! The blood and the spells are the best!” a man of about 30 says. With grey eyes that bleed through your soul and blonde hair much like the photographers, 6 feet and 8 inches, and sharp razor teeth like the rest of the family.

After tearing apart the spy’s throat and casting a spell to turn her into a zombie Katrina tells the vampire to send the spy to the dungeon till she wakes. Soon all of the family begins their work by sending their flying demons with other undead creatures and spreading them through out the world to take their kill. All over the globe the clouds started to lower and blood stained the evil struck them. Katrina’s parents started the spell to turn everyone to the undead while Katrina worked her spell to have throne that looked over the whole globe – since demons don’t need air of course! Heads rolling on the dying earth and shrill screaming of the demons were covering the night sky.

It's now time for the last prophecy to be fulfilled. Now that all the blood that could be shed has been shed and all the undead that could be made has been made, it's time to create the next demon for the next universe and next planet to have a child demon of their own. Andrew gets dragged forward and he silently stares into Katrina’s eyes trying to understand what's happening. Agent XX73047 had only told him that he must be prepared for a little pain and that evil will sweep through his veins; nothing else was said or done. A spell was said on him as she poured blood over his head.

“Katrina come here” Agent XX73047 says.

Katrina walks forward slowly and bites Andrew on the neck. He screams and wails as the venom goes through his body and into his heart. His teeth grow sharp and his eyes glow brighter. His strength becomes invincible and soon he calms himself as an evil smirk forms across his face. Katrina rules the world at long last!

How the Lesson is Learned

Why? Why does it have to be this way?
Tears roll down my cheeks,
Kissing them as they slide by.
What happened to "I love you"?
What happened to "I miss you"?
When did it all become "I hate you"?
That kiss you gave me when we first came together,
The stories you would tell me of the future,
The songs you would send me--
Were they realy all lies?
What happened to being by each other's side?
What happened to understanding each other?
You pulled me to the sky,
And then you threw me back down.
You told me it would be fine,
But then you said you didn't care,
I lie in bed now thanking you for the one thing I can...
Thanks for hurting me because I'll never be damaged again;
Thanks for proving love is only a phrase;
Thanks for hitting me so hard that i became strong;
Thanks.

Ghost of love

It is a dark, cloudy night and all the people were in their nice and cozy houses hiding from the howling wind and singing wolves telling of their presence. But one house lay wide open with the inside of the house only being protected by the wood that covered the broken windows. The door half off lay swinging in the wind creaking as it did so. This house lay all alone on its street who would want to live near such a strange house that made weird screaming sounds at night and was hidden by the shadows of the trees? Thunder strikes even on the sunniest days in this house. The red bricks have gone grey; the flowers are dead with only dry petals remaining, sometimes laughter fills the night sky, music fills the air and a lost valentine reappears.

Teenagers occasionally walk into this house, teenage love they call it but only one of each couple returns and they too disappear through the night sky. No one really knows what goes on in that house but the legend has it that the ghost of love owns this house and it shall be the one doing this mischief. Tonight a new couple will appear and we shall see what goes on in this god forbidden house.

“Come on Rosy lets go in here no one will find us” Ron says.

“Hey isn’t this the house were all couples disappear?” Rosy replies frightened.

“Yea and that’s why no one will look here and besides they’re just stories nothing will happen trust me” Ron replies assuring.

The couple walks into the strange house and is stunned by the welcoming view. The lights are pink and red, punch bowls and appetizers are on the other side of the room, heart shape balloons cover the ceiling, confetti and glitter cover the ground, and then music starts to play.

“Who started the music? Something’s not right Ron we should go” Rosy says.

“Who cares? Let’s dance! Honestly it's not like anything bad will happen I mean look at this place! It's wonderful! Come on I bet there is a nice bed somewhere upstairs! We can spend the night here!” Ron replies excited.

“Welcome to my party! I hope your enjoying the music it's my favorite tune!” a dark and eerie voice comes from the shadows at the top of the stairs. Rosy clings on to Ron but he just smiles and pulls her away.

“Hey! Yea the music’s great! But where are the rest of the guests? Oh and how long does this party last?” Ron cheers. He’s never been to a valentine party on a day other then valentines before and he's so excited.

“Look around you. Do you not see the dancing couples? Ah! Young teenage eyes! You see nothing but your love! Thrilling!” the voice taunts. A tall figure with blonde hair and blue eyes steps down from the top step. The man skips down the steps as if it's been practiced. A black suite and a red tie over a pink shirt.

“My name is Ramon. Welcome dear ones please join me in celebrating love!” Ramon continues.

“I'm Ron and this is Rosy. Nice to meet you” Ron says looking around. All of a sudden the hall is filled with dancing people. The females all in pink gowns and all the males in red suits, all around their age.

“Sorry to disappoint you but we can't stay you see everyone’s in nice clothes and we are in jeans it would look quite odd if we stayed.” Rosy tries. Rosy always knows when there's something wrong and there's definitely something wrong.

“Not to worry I have some extra change upstairs in the first bedroom to the left please do hurry though we wouldn’t want you to miss the dances” Ramon replies amused.

Ron grabs Rosy’s hand and drags her up the stairs. As they get higher the place gets darker soon Ron and Rosy can't see a thing. Ron feels his way through the dark and they make it up the stairs. Terrified Rosy clings to Ron. Ron finds the wall on the left and starts to feel his way forward. After only 5 steps the wall starts to get gooey there are lines twisting and turning throughout and he can feel when there's another one of whatever it is on top. He can tell that this part of the wall is made by a pile of many round, twisted lines things. Kind of like brains! Grossed By his imagination of many brains piled on top of each other he hurries past it. Soon he starts to feel something else. Something pounding, many something pounding. Gushy and squishy tubes coming out from all sides. Hearts! Real human hearts still beats out of their human bodies! Ron starts to run through that part of the wall. This is ridicules! He thinks it's not possible! It's just my imagination! Rosy is getting to my head that’s all! He turns to yell at Rosy for getting him out of it but in her place he finds her skeleton! Screaming he goes back down stairs and to his surprise there in front of him was Rosy all dressed up ready to dance!

“You were taking to long so I got dressed without you” Rosy says in a dead straight voice.

“You scared me! How’d you find the room in the dark? You know it wasn’t the changing I wanted!” Ron screams franticly.

“Let’s dance” Rosy replies.

Ron then noticed Rosy’s eyes were blood red and a part of her chest was sucked in almost like a hole. She was pale and her voice was stale, something about her just wasn’t right. Rosy hated dancing and here she is insisting that he dance with her!

“Ron my friend there you are! We were looking for you! Where is your suit son?” Ramon asks

“What’s wrong with Rosy?” Ron asks back

“Come now Ron lets not be this way and besides what does it matter? You love her right?” Ramon fires back. His voice gets darker and his eyes turn red, his hair flares in the air and his teeth turn to fangs.

“Many years ago at this party I learned my wife didn’t love me she only loved my money so I killed her! And all those who were true lovers stayed as ghost in my home and those who weren’t walked out and disappeared! You didn’t love her and so she’s my slave! They all are my slaves! She looks hideous to you because you never loved her but in reality she is more beautiful then she ever was!” his voice flares in the air like his voice is coming from every direction in the room.

Ron opens his mouth to scream but it's to late Rosy has taken her revenge! The nights silence has been broken somewhere above the ceiling Ron’s screams have been released and the night shivers at the knowledge of what has taken place. A man passing by sees Ron walk out of the house and into the fog and disappear. No one knows where Rosy is and no one knows about Ron but the mansion still screams and laughs and sings but who is to know that the ghost of love waits in that house waiting for two true lovers to set him and all his slaves free.

what i thoght was love

Glimmering brown eyes, soft black hair, tanned skin, hands just the right size for me, he stands under the shimmering moon smiling that smile. A smile that reminded me of memories we shared, of moments gone by, of laughter we cherished. His eyes like shinning stars gleaming in the night sky. They tell me how much they love me, how much they want me, how much they need me. As he strokes his hand across my face I realize his touch is as elegant and as soft as a rose. Slowly his lips brush against mine and his kiss guides me in the dark. I can feel a flash of red cross my check as I realize I don’t know what to do. As he embraces is me his cheek slides by mine giving a soft touch that promises me we’ll never be apart. I feel like I'm in a dream that just can't be. The time is draining away like water in a sink. The moment is singing and I feel like I'm dreaming. But it's time to say goodbye and promise our meeting again. But why must he go? Can I not stop him? I want to stop him and tell him not to leave. How long do I have to wait till we meet again? Till the end.

***

We meet again and I feel joy running through my body. We walk down the grey, rocky sidewalk talking about our last encounter. Then we see two glistening brown eyes, wet from tears looking up at us from the grass. His feet are bare, body cold, the shirt isn’t there. His dirty face and bruised skin tells us he needs help. His throat cries with thirst and although I just had water so does mine. I look at my love expecting him to help the poor soul but instead he looks away and starts to walk. I grab his hand and pull him back. He may be able to turn his face but my heart bleeds for that young boy. The black dry hair and the bruised bare brown skin make me shiver all though I have a thick sweater on. With my branded clothes and sweet perfume I realize he needs the basics more then I need these. I take off my sweater since I have plenty more and take out my water bottle since there's a store next door and hand these to him for he needs it more. Whatever love there was isn’t anymore. For someone who doesn’t care and someone who doesn’t give isn’t for me because I like to share.

***

I walk the streets alone today the memories sore and bare. At least that boy is happy not that anyone else cares. I see him on the streets all happy and fair he no longer needs me and his feet aren’t bare. He now has a home to go to and money for him to share. But what matter most is that the bleeding in my heart no longer is there. The smile on his face makes my worries go away. I know somewhere in his heart he prays for me and I know he cares. I will be happy too one day that how it will be fair. I close my eyes and wish now for that day to be near.

***

It's a love story that’s real or at least that’s how I feel. I'm Cinderella, I'm Bella, I'm Jasmine, and I'm little mermaid and he is my prince. Black hair, brown eyes, protective he may seem but he only loves me. He’s in the marines and I think that’s neat. He cares for others and I think that’s sweet. My smile has come back today thanks to the boy on the street. I pray for all those like him so they too can be happy but it's not the prayer that counts but what you have done to help. So I now sit on the computer telling all my friends too. Don’t love a guy that doesn’t care for he doesn’t care about you.


***

I now walk a different side walk next to a different street. The streets are grey and the sidewalk white but that will never change. My love holds my hand and my normal clothes, there is no brand on me not one I can name but what do you know I see again something I've come to know. A child sitting there looking hungry and hiding her sorrow. I take out some candy and give her some money. I give her my water and a sweater like once before. My love one takes out his cell phone and adds a new number. Now the child has a number and I have the truth. Those you’ve grown up with you will rub off. So don’t be afraid to ask them to share. they will give you everything even their care. I know I sound like a granny but it's true I swear. Giving and sharing always come in a pair. People may think I'm crazy for this but I really couldn’t care.

***

There are days when tears will still roll down my cheek and there will be days where I will cry but then of course I will smile. I will smile at the new sidewalk and the old memory. I will laugh at my childish needs. I will smile at new joys that will come. I know those good days will come because someone somewhere is watching over me and taking care of me. I know that somewhere there is a rainbow I just need to find it. I know somewhere someone is waiting for my prayer of thanks and one day I will. But that day just isn’t today. I remember all the lies I was told and all the tears I've shed and ill cry for those days still seem like my best. But tomorrow there will be new days with new tries. And I promise to myself I will smile! I will smile for those who care I will smile for those who care. Because I know it's not fair to have others cry just because your not fine but I will smile.

How Toys Feel

Toys. What are toys? Objects without feelings? Wrong. Toys are like people and some people are like toys. Someone beats you that’s ok just wipe your tears and cover your wounds. If someone yells at you for no reason that’s ok just listen. If someone jumps on you and starts crying that’s ok just do what they need you to. If someone comes and starts telling you secrets just listen. If someone asks for your opinion don’t answer they don’t care just listen. Thread keeps your mouth shut so you can't scream. Your eyes are just buttons so you can't cry. Your mind is just cotton so you can't think for yourself. Your insides are stuffed you can't protect yourself. You’re someone’s teddy and you have to live with it. You can't do anything your owner doesn’t want you to- not even breath. But if makes you feel any better I have a secret too. You’re not just a teddy but something close to a jewel. You make everyone smile when they forget how to. You give someone comfort and someone else love. A little child sits no longer 5 and still holds you tight and says thank you for all you’ve done. Although you may think it's nothing for everyone else it's something. Here is to our silent heroes who put up with us everyday. Thank you for everything you haven’t said or haven’t done. We love you for who you are so please don’t think we don’t. I may be 17 today and tomorrow I may be 20 but no matter how old I get I will cherish you always. I will hug you tight and kiss you nice but I won’t forget when you stood by me when I needed you most. You never yelled at me when I hurt you never said no. you sat there and listened like a good friend should. I may get married one day but that won’t change a thing. You’ll still be the one I hold at night when I want to cry you’ll still be the one who I run to when I'm scared. I know you get jealous and I feel it too but I love you anyway through and through. I give you permission teddy to do as you please.

Roshan Project

I’m running as fast as I can with my shoes pounding the snow, I turned to tell my friend I’m winning but didn’t see him there. I stopped to turn and look and far behind, in the distance, it caught my eyes, his feet bare and him shivering then I realized what wasn’t there. His eyes locked with mine shining in the snow and I knew what I had to do. For some it’s just a tale but for me it’s a cry for help.

The hope in his eyes brought tears down my side. Why am I sad? Who is he to me? As I saw him with bare feet and shivering body, I felt the cold too even though I was well covered and felt the snow under my shoes, cold and harsh. Could it be the connection between us is brotherly? Yes it must be.

My water fresh and clean, I saw his eyes begging with thirst. I soon felt the thirst too, even with the water in my hand. My heart burst with pain and my feet starts to pull me towards him. Now I stretch my hands out to him with my water bottle in my right hand and a jacket in my left. A smile crossed his face affirming the bond. My heart is now relieved.

Last love, yet first

For the first time in my life I met a guy I can't keep my eyes off of. Two years ago a guy I now know as john came to my home town. At first sight I lost myself. I couldn’t help but want him to talk to me. “Hi I'm john. I just moved here from San Francisco. What's your name?” he came to me! Out of all people me! “Uh….um….hi? i…uh…..I’m Angie. Welcome to Chicago” I say blushing. That was it that was the beginning of a whole new world and relationship. We became close friends through the years we were together. I was 15 and quite bold. My hair was a few inches past my shoulder, reddish brown, and layered. My eyes were hazel, light blue, and green all swirled together. I was “enchanting” as john used to call me. He was 18 and muscular but not fat. His skin was fair. His eyes were gray and soft. His lips were rosy red; he was the average height of a young man his age. “Angel” I called him. I was 18 and he 21 when he finally admitted his love to me. I accepted his proposal not knowing what was to become of my faith.
We got married like many other lovers in this world and then it began. Everyday he would treat me like a slave and beat me if I refused. At night he would torment me and leave me to bleed. One night I tried to fight back but only to find myself dead by morning.
I now sit here in the heavens above watching other women as foolish as me fall in love with my dear sweet john. Watching and waiting knowing that one day he too would join us. I too will get sweet revenge and God knows it too. “I love you angel” was the last words he heard as victory soon became mine.

Where on Earth

Characters:
Angie
Troy
Moin
Sandy
Mywish
Katharine
(Monsters) ;)

Setting: mall, haunted house, car (scene and setting change…you get the idea right?)

(everyone enters (except monsters) this scene is in a mall that looks old and run down but seems to still be open most of the people roaming around do not look normal)

Angie: this mall is really creepy! He people don’t even look human!
Sandy: this is the stupidest way to spend our vacation! Honestly the mansion were staying in is weird, this mall is weird, even our car is acting weird!

Troy: stop being such a baby Sandy it's just something coincidental it's not like we’re in a haunted neighborhood; besides it's not like we’re getting hurt or strange things are happening so why are you guys being so fearful?

Moin: leave ‘em alone Troy it's a girl thin’ to be scared all the time it's not really their fault (laughs)

Angie: hey! That’s not true! We’re not always scared it's just this place!

Troy: hey Angie! You just screwed up! Moin was tryin’ to help you but you just proved that you girls are just daft so I can bug you!

Sandy: right…um… if you guys are done I would like to go home now and please note I'm not talking about the mansion I'm talking about home, home.

Moin: yea I lost you guys back at Angie sooo…. WHAT ON EARTH IS GOING ON?!

Mywish: pssh idiot

Moin: I HEARD THAT!

Mywish: uh yea so? I don’t care you buffoon! You’re an idiot hear me ID-E-OT sooo I don’t care!

Troy: hey am I an idiot too? (Winks and scoots closer to Mywish)

Mywish: (pushes Troy away) no you’re a dim-wit! …all boys are

Troy: awe… come on! What will it take to…

(Screams come from the back ground)

Sandy: umm…. I don’t mean to interrupt you… wait actually I don’t mind… right anyway did you hear that?

Troy: come on Sandy don’t try to change the subject we know you have a crush on me and that’s what's bugin’ you

Moin: actually Sandy and I have to tell you guys something

Sandy: listen…we can wait ok Moin? Right now we’re in a strange mall, we just heard a scream, we’re away from home…n’ I'm just scared…whatever the reason for Tis’

Moin: (puts his arms around sandy and kisses her head then speaks) relax Hun we’ll be fine k?

Mywish: wooooh hold up yawl; did you just call her Hun?

Troy: is that what you wanted to tell us? Are you guys goin’ out?!

Moin: yea but we didn’t wanna say anything because well… we weren’t sure what you guys would think

Mywish: ya wanna know what I think? I think you guys should die! What the hell were you thinking?!

Troy: what's your problem?

Mywish: I… don’t know… why am I getting so upset? I should be happy for you guys! I seriously was going to say something else but something else came out… Troy I'm scared

Troy: uh I think we should go and check out where the scream came from before things get any weirder… hey Mywish? Listen its ok, don’t worry we’ll just check this out then we’ll leave ok?

Sandy: finally!

Moin: yea I'm not too sure about this I think it's better if we just leave Troy, both the girls are really scared and I don’t think it's a smart idea to see where a scream came from

Sandy: NO! We have to see what if someone’s hurt? Someone needs our help! Moin we can't just leave someone to die!

Mywish: she’s right we have to check it out

(The five characters walk into a dark area in the mall and see a blonde girl who looks to have been in pain and has been crying)

Angie: umm high are you ok? We heard you scream what happened?

Katharine: (looks up from the floor with red, watery eyes and speaks with a sore voice) I was screaming half an hour ago and now you come? It's too late go away! I don’t need you anymore it's over it's all over! Look at me look what they did to me!

Angie: who? Who did what to you? We’re sorry we didn’t come sooner we had a few conflicts that kept us away but what's your name? Do you need a place to stay? We have a mansion we’re staying at here if you’d like to come and then we can get to know each other better

Sandy: (whispering to Angie) Angie what are you nuts? We don’t know her what are you doing?

Angie: (whispering back to Sandy) she needs help Sandy we can't leave her like this and besides whoever did this to her are bound to come back to be sure she’s dead it's the only way we can help her

Katharine: they’re not coming back I know. They are not after me and they don’t care what happens to me. They are looking for something and they won’t rest until they find it and I wont rest until I destroy it!

Troy: (whispering to Moin) how did she hear them? I could barely hear them! And I'm right next to them!

Moin: (whispering back) I have no idea but its best if we just quietly listen instead of trying to understand; besides you know girls are weird so why bother?

All three girls: WE HEARD THAT! (Girls start laughing)

Katharine: (standing up and fixing her gown and picking up a crown from the floor and fixing it on her head) anyway we don’t have much time; we have only a week to get that gem and destroy it

Angie: can you please explain to us what's going on and what we can do to help?

Katharine: of course, you see I am a princess from Santrisha; which I'm sure you haven’t heard of; you see my crown had a central gem that apprehended power that if it fell in the wrong hands things would not end well and obviously these creatures that stole the gem knew this for I'm sure no ordinary thief would go through such an extent to acquire such a priceless gem as mine. The screams you heard were them giving me bits all over me to get me weak so they can steal the gems. Unlike you humans the creatures and I do not age and never die until unless we are killed a certain way. My bruises only stay for minutes leaving only the slightest sign of existence. You girls, I believe, are frightened by my talk; have you not known of other creatures in your planet?

Sandy: uh actually I only knew that there were animals and humans I didn’t know there was more… well plants but that’s it. Of course there is other things but you know what I mean right?

Katharine: yes I fully understand but I must ask you… please don’t mind it's only out of curiosity these creatures here are they from another planet?

Mywish: no they’re just a different gender called boys (giggles) but they sure seem like it some times… don’t they Sandy?

Moin: very funny

Katharine: they are quite ugly unlike you girls…why is that?

Troy: oh come on! What is up with you people?! I am sooo not ugly!! Moin is but that’s not his fault!

Moin: very funny and by the way I'm still hotter then you!

Katharine: is this gibberish they speak?

Sandy: (starts laughing and falls)

Mywish: (giggles) yea they do that some times but the funniest thing is that they think we’re the ones speaking gibberish!

Katharine: why does Sandy laugh like so? Is she ok?

Sandy: (catching her breath) I'm fine it's just that it's the first time I’ve heard it the other way around! And you know Moin always says I'm talking gibberish now I can tell him! Thanks!

Moin: (grumbles and talks under his breath) great now I'm going to get it. Sandy won’t let me live this one down for sure! Thanks princess.

Katharine: you’re welcome… to both

Broken Heart

Thys eyes shall be shattered
Thys ground shall shake
Thou art be alone
But thou still smile
Thou never frown
And thy sees the heaven above
Through whose eyes shant be found
Who is thou art?
For thou has shattered my heart
Shant Shakespeare describe obligation
Shant Romeo describe love
Shant Juliet describe anxiety
Shant thou understand desire
Shant I describe my heart
I call upon all truest lovers
To plea my heart to thou
Shall my heart tear to pieces?
Shall my world fall apart?
I shall save my last breath
For you to stab me to death!

Memories

His eyes were shinning stars gleaming in the night sky
They spoke to me telling me how much they loved me
His smile told me of memories we shared
His touch were as elegant and as soft as a rose
His kiss was a spark of guidance in the dark
His cheek was a promise that we’ll never be apart
The moment was like a dream that just couldn’t be
The time drained away like water in a sink
The moment was singing and I felt I was dreaming
But alas it's time to say goodbye and promise our meeting again

Is it only he?

When a lover loves her
Does he truly see?
What is inside her heart?
Or is it only he?
When he throws rocks at her window
Does he think of her sleep?
Or of only bringing her more deep
In the love that’s confined
In the garden of love with the sun galore
Does he see the tears in her eyes
When he leaves her on the street
Or is it only he?
Has it happened in the folklore before
Or only says he?
Never a happy ending
Never for them to meet
Has it really come to this?
Or so thinks he?