Wet Feet

I stepped out into the dark street.  The shadows of the stormy night danced in the powerful wind.  Puddles rippled and continued to expand as the rain poured endlessly through the night.  I Felt like a kid again; running and splashing in puddles.  I reached my destination, soaked through to my skin.  The smell of rain faded and my body felt stick and hot.  I turned the fan on and cool air soothed my skin.  I stripped down and crawled into my covers. I am still a child. I smiled, and drifted off to sleep.


Are you still a child?

Beards

One day I thought to myself: Self, beards are funny. . .  So just like many other things I think about I wrote a poem about it n_n ladies and gents... beards:

Mustache may give a rash,

Whisker kisses wil surely tickle

Scruffs seems manly

But will not be friendly.

The creeper-stache,

Will scare girls away.

You have a soul patch,

Hope its just for the day.

Hipster beard?

I'm thinking you're weird.

Facial hair

May seem so daring

It might just scare

So beard Wearers beware.

What is the mark,

Of your facial hair?

Feet

As many of you may know, I hate feet.  GROSS! So I wrote a poem about it because I was out of ideas so for lack of a better poem...  Feet:

Hair foot & muddy boot

Soiled socks & flocks of feet

They frighten me.

Footsies aren't my thing

My feet the only ones

My socks & shoes had in them.

Babies feet and ladies feet

I don't care

Get your feet off me.

I hate feet

Let it be known

Feet are gross.

Running Alone: Part II

Hello my faithful readers!
As a side note, before I begin this post, I would like to say sorry for not writing at all last month.  Hopefully I can make up for it during the month of June n_n

In case you haven't read the first part of this story (you need to do that first) click here:  Running Alone: Part I

Part II:

I woke up in darkness.  My eyes were so heavy that I could not open them.  Have I been drugged? Am I dreaming? I was hoping for the latter. . .  Then again, would it be worse when I woke up into a reality where I could see my captors?  Time had seemed to stretch, it felt as if the day in the forest was years ago, that I was a different person, in a new body, running a new life.  As I came to the senses which I still had I felt i had not been bound; however, just as my eyes would not open, my body would not subject to my brains demands.

I eventually gave up on any sort of escape from this fateful doom when I heard crisp footsteps approaching, a twig snapped.  I could smell fresh pine in the air, I was outside; that much could be certain.  I was also with someone, who I assume was alone for they did not speak to anyone.

I now Knew morning was approaching for my body felt the warmth of the sun and my eyelids turned a friendly color of orange as the light shone through them.  I heard more footsteps and then a shadow darkened my eyelids.  Rough icy hands scooped me up, the touch of the stranger froze my bare skin and stung as if I were covered in burns. Without warning my body was flailing in the air like a rag-doll and moments later I was splashing into water.  A lake?  A river? I knew not.  I only knew that in moments I would be dead.

to be continued. . .

n_n