No Words

There are no words
no thoughts
no actions
that could convey
the depths of my feelings.
Only you can understand
because only you
can see
can feel
can know
me.
-Brynn & Kara

Copyright © 2017 Heidi Barnes

I don’t know if Kara’s story will ever be published, but for the moment it is at the forefront of my mind. For now I suppose it will be told through poems.

Loss Overwhelming

my feet drag
words will not
come
I am lost
wandering aimlessly
a shell
eyes refuse to
focus
I don’t know how
to go on
the ground
is my bed
hard
unforgiving
cold
I don’t know how
to breathe
reaching out
touching
air
curled around myself
I give in
there is no end
only pain
only vast
everlasting
emptiness

Copyright © 2017 Heidi Barnes

When Darkness Falls

When darkness falls
Night creatures crawl
Entice you they will
Promises of riches and thrills
Stay inside where it’s safe and sane
To venture out
May bring blood and pain
You might think yourself brave
You might think yourself invulnerable
But the creatures in the darkness
Can see your mind
They know your weaknesses
They know your fears
Venture if you must
I’ll pray what comes to pass
Will not leave you in tears

Copyright 2017 Heidi Barnes

Choices and Balance

In everything, there is a beginning and an end.

Even great mountains rise and fall as time continues to roll on.

Within that time, a delicate balance must be maintained
or all will fall into chaos and ruin.

The universe is no different.

Among the chaos of creation there is still a semblance of balance,
or nothing would be able to form, to grow, to endure.

But what keeps that balance?

Is it divine force, or just chance?

Is it strong and sure,
or just holding on by a thread that is ready to break at any moment?

Do we have centuries, years,
or days before the life we know ends as suddenly as it began?

Is it as simply as a choice between good or evil, right or wrong, love or hate.

Or is it as simple as choosing it embrace both,
because without one the other does not exist.

Copyright 2107 Heidi Barnes

 

Dangerous Thrill

Shadowy alleyways
Darken corners
Not a soul in sight
Waiting for footsteps
Stalking the night
Warnings of danger
Gone unheeded
Seeking something dangerous
Forbidden
A thrill
The props are in place
Cloth wrapped tight
Skin exposed
To winters might
Highest heels
Shortest skirt
Swaying hips
Quietly screaming
Please
Come take
Shadows move
Figures five make
Faltering steps
Second thoughts too late
Deed set in motion
No turning back
Ready or not
They attack

 

Copyright 2017 Heidi Barnes

 

 

Denial – Daily Prompt

via Daily Prompt: Denial

What do you want from me?
I didn’t ask for this.
I didn’t ask for you!
Leave me be!

Walking through life
alone and free.
Happy in my plight
peaceful quiet nights.
In you walk
full of spitfire
life.
A ray of sunshine
silence broken
laughter in the night

Why me?
Why not him
or her?
Anyone else
A companion make.
There is the dog!
Please go
for Godsakes!

What do you want from me?
Why can’t I breathe?
You’re coming closer….
Please….
don’t leave.

 

Copyright © 2017 Heidi Barnes

 

A Horde of Five-Year-Olds

Today in 9th grade English class while the kids were working on their poetry, the teacher asked a few of them, what they would do if a horde of five-year-olds were coming at them? Could they defend themselves? I asked him if the District was threatening him with a kindergarten class and he laughed. But my mind started working and this is what I came up with. I’ve polished it up a bit, but about half of it was written in ten minutes.

I got a kick out of it. I hope you do too. 😊

 

I don’t know where they came from, and at that moment I didn’t care. All I knew was a horde of short people covered in what looked strangely like blood, but in retrospect was probably strawberry jam, were coming at me like a pack of hungry snarling wolverines. Fearing for my life, I frantically searched for an escape. My stomach dropped and I began vehemently cursing the Fates for bringing me to one of the few rooms in the school where there was only one door and the windows were sealed shut.

I was trapped.

I turned to face the horde of stick smelly five-year-olds, praying my death would be quick and relatively painless. The feverish glitter in their eyes did not give me hope.

“Climb!” someone screamed.

What?

Climb?

Where?

It was then I saw her. Huddled in the far corner of the room on top of a filing cabinet was a young woman whose clothes were ripped and hair in sticky disarray. It was apparent they had gotten to her first and were back for more. I was just the unlucky sap that found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Life was like that sometimes. Throwing you into the middle of a hurricane just to see if you would survive. My first thought as I leaped for the filing cabinet that this would not be one of those times.

Just as I was about to climb to safety, something grabbed my pant leg and pulled. Yelling in surprise as the woman screamed and grabbed a hold of me, I frantically tried to get free. It was no use. They were just too strong.

“Take of your pants!” she yelled.

“What? Are you crazy?”

“I can’t hold on much longer,” she gritted as I slid a few more millimeters into the mass. “It’s either you or the pants, and you do not want to know what they did to the other one.”

Pants it was.

“What the hell happened?” I yelled as I scrambled on top of the filing cabinet next to her, finally free.

“It was a birthday party,” she gasped. “One of the mothers brought jam filled donuts to celebrate. They attacked her at the door. After that…,” her voice trailed off as her eyes grew haunted and her face even pale, the horror of a room full of five-year-olds on a massive sugar high obviously rendering her catatonic. God only knew what was left of the poor woman who innocently brought the means of our destruction.

Looking down at the crawling, wriggling, sticky mass that was once happily calm children bent on tearing me apart I realized one thing.

We were doomed.

 

Copyright © 2017 Heidi Barnes