Curse

MacabrePoet92 · Apr 15, 2007, 11:19 PM // 23:19

Here's a recent story I began...

Crows of the Moon

“Mr. Garris, I’m only going to ask you one more time…”
Answer him you idiot...Answer him…But no, there was a long silence between the court and I. It felt as if the world had stopped spinning, the very sands of time had stopped churning, and I was caught somewhere in the middle of existence, and non-existence. I am Richard Lou Garris, and this is my story, or rather, my death sentence.
“Mr. Garris…Please,” the prosecutor was interrupted by my rather abrupt halt.
“I heard you Sir, but as to why I should answer a question I’ve answered thousands of times already, baffles me.”
“Mr. Garris if you don’t stop this little charade I’m afraid I’ll have no choice but to send you to prison.” The judge proclaimed.
I replied, “Than do your worst, your Honor, for those in this courtroom have already made up their minds as to whether I’m guilty or innocent. But I, am innocent. Innocence is a state of mind, you see your Honor, and in my mind, the actions I have taken, killing those people, have been justified, and therefore, your Honor, I am innocent.”
“I don’t need anymore of this ---- in my courtroom. We’ll recess until tomorrow. You’d better get a damned good case in front of us tomorrow Mr. Garris, or I’m afraid you haven’t a shot.” With that, he banged the gavel, with its routine clunk or the hard wood, and everyone stood.

Four Years Later

“And so I says to him, ‘do your worst, your honor, for those in this courtroom have already made up their minds…” As I repeated my story, for the several hundredth time to the fellow convicts at my table, I lost my trail of thought. I felt like this was all a dream, for a brief moment, and I near felt like a free man. Well, I had at least until the guard slammed the nightstick into my back once more. “Get up you maggot, back to your cell.” Sanders said in his usual, perverse form of a tone. He was a cold man, and each time he hit you, you could only feel yourself sinking more to his level.
“But Sir, I’m in the middle of a story…” I had just begun to restart, when the nightstick took another swing, this time into my shoulder.
“You’re imagining thing Garris. Now I’ll tell you once more, get the hell up or I will play you the black and blues.”
As usual, my friends sat their with their blank, staring faces, not muttering a word, fearing the wrath of ‘ol Sanders. They always said you should watch out for him, you see, because he was from Texas. As they said in Full Metal Jacket, “Only steers and queers come from Texas.” That being the prisoner’s favorite movie, that was our favorite quote. An ‘inside’ joke among us of the nameless to the guards, we all knew their stories quite well. Some sold drugs from the outside in, some just pocketed cigarettes in exchange for extra recreational time, and others were just plain creepy. Sanders was the runt of the litter, but nevertheless, his fist still struck you as hard as the ice in the eyes of a demon. That cold, numb feeling you get, whenever you have to stand up in front of a large group of people to speak…That’s what it was like being hit by him. It didn’t hurt at first, but it began to get cold, and then pain seeped in like poison.
I screamed, I think as loud as I’ve ever screamed before, when I soon realized my arm was broken, and now hanging limply at my side. A searing pain was coursing through my broken shoulder, and it was already swollen to God knows what size.
“Rich, wake up buddy…You there?” I snapped back to reality, as I realized I was back in my cell, months later, having reoccurring dreams once more. It was September when Sanders had first struck me, October when he broke my arm, and now the frost was settling in to good old December. The holiday season was the easiest time to do here, in jail, or so it’s been said. Yet, I don’t feel any joy knowing that all this means is that we might get to drink a beer, or have a little more of that ---- on a plate they call food. I don’t know, but the holidays just don’t enthrall me like they used too…

Here's a bit of poetry I'll include... I have more but I don't want to overdo it with one post.

Reflections in the Water
Discovery, a magical star bright,
Joy, living a homespun life so happy,
No plan today, and her soul takes off in flight.
Self content is my lovely Natalie.

Putting colored shells into her pockets,
Magnificent colors her eyes unfold,
each one a treasure, taken to locket,
looking for treasure, in the deep untold.

Suddenly awake now, the daydreams gone,
lost within her young daughter's reflection,
and in memories of which she was fond.
Adorable, her hand-picked selection.

Eyes closed, lost in soft tidal melodies,
dreaming away day's time, in memories.

The Black Rose
Darkness holds your hand,
Winter's come,
void of expression,
last bloom shivers,
Your kiss, poison to it's passion,
No life for Beauty...
Winter was a Beast...

Clockwork Wings of Time
Repetitive and simplistic,
We grow used to a daily routine,
Used-to-be pleasures now are dull,
Abreast time we race,
Trying to outrun his vortex pull.

Flying in circles it seems,
On the wings of daily life,
New scenery pops up here and there,
Escape from time? Only a dream.

Living in constant revolution, and then ended with a scythe,
Will we ever see a 'different' day?
People rely on these clockwork wings,
To carry them through safely, not letting them go astray,
They feel safe through familiarity, repetition,
Not following pure intuition.

So off I jump, falling through time,
A gamble yes,
But at least my originality is at hand.

Forgive Me?
Crying out from my heart, striking the air with pure force,
vibrant colors in deep shades of repent,
remorse for wrongdoings, now lost in the valleys of depression,
I pray that the stars help me back home...
To be comforted once again by blanket-soft eyes,
and the soul I so tragically drowned in my ego.
I droned out your words, and buried them in the ground,
I took not the advice I came for,
I remain a mirror with no reflection,
only an image of lies, deceit, and hate stare back,
into these cold eyes, you dare to stare, where only darkness exists.
Please forgive me.
Take me back once more to mountain springs,
let me walk in depths of your mind once more,
let me taste the cool water from the waterfall from the soul on weary lips,
I see you're tired of wading in this shallow pool..
So, once more,
let me refresh our mind, body and spirit,
and let us walk on the clouds into the blue.
Forgive me...
Take me once more into the blue skies, where we once flew,
no worries, our wings took us past the odds,
but as of late we'd fallen down to earth, stumbling on the roots of our problems,
we couldn't rip them out,
but we can free ourselves, let's restart,
forgive me.
Take me back to the point where we found love,
a trust in our passion, where we lived eternally...
Forgive me?

A Myriad of Hearts
Countless in number,
but none fit me to my comfort...
I'm out of the crowd, away from the rest,
their hearts are meaningless, pointless to address...
For their ways and their likings are so different, I find,
I can't find that one love, which will ever ease my mind...
I'm lost in this darkness, on the curb of a forgotten road,
I'm waiting here for her, a heart I wish to call my own.

Black and Red
Loving, romantic,
yet cold as ice outside,
you tremble with fear, as your eyes meet mine.
You can't stand to wonder,
how I can be this way,
I tell you to leave,
but you refuse and stay.

You ask me why I'm like this,
so dark on the outside,
you ask me why I'm like this,
so closed up and confined,
you ask me why I'm like this,
and I really do not know,
a red rose with black thorns,
and a heart that burns like the devil's horns.

I stand out in the crowd, noticeable at every angle,
a black and red portrait, serene yet confused and jumbled...

You think of your blood, deep dark and red,
well mine's black as night, spin that one through your head.
I don't know why I'm so different,
Why I have to be this way,
I want to be equal, but the light's too far away.

Some happy and some not so happy, I hope you enjoyed them none the less. I'll add more as more posts arrive on this forum. Best Wishes!

Storm Crow · Apr 16, 2007, 12:21 AM // 00:21

We already have a thread for short stories that can be viewed here.

Pertry can be posted here.