The Journey Ahead

She tries to smile but can't hide the tumult of feelings that inhabit her being.

She watches her step carefully, wanting to make mistakes no more.

The ground is hard, the journey long, destination unknown.

She looks around, her eyes meet nothing but endless stretches of untrodden land.

With eyes closed, faith in her heart; she fights away the advancing fears.

She draws a deep breath and plunges head-first into her future.

Gothic Encounter

Mia says: Im obsesed with blood. Its crazy. And weird. Seeing that the sight of it makes me cry. Bt its one of my fascinations. =/

Khadeeja says: K. Ahan, seein ur post, i cud tel. Yuck, id rather faint.

Mia says: Guess thats the goth in me =P

Khadeeja says: U wud be a vampire in ur second lyf.... *ponders* and id lyk to be a were-wolf.

Mia says: Eee we got a twilight thng goin here *groans* leave that for fiction girl.

Khadeeja says: Not fiction, but second lyf. N twilight does the least to influence me. Huh.

N m very scared of this goth in you. *hides face n runs away*

Mia says: I be gentle goth *puppy dog face*

Khadeeja says: Awwee, okay. *face lits up*

Mia says: *toothy smile**fangs slide out* bt i still love blood. Muhahaha

Khadeeja says: Mammaaaa! *eyes wide open*

Mia says: *eyes go red* be afraid. Be verry verry afraid

Khadeeja says: Bad, bad goth! *tears in eyes*

Mia says: I prefer male blood *winks*

Khadeeja says: Ohh. *deep sign of relief* lets be friends then goth, u can do me no harm.

*End Of Conversation*

Trust Me, I'm Psychic

I sleep with a battery-operated night light on
in case I should wake in the middle of the night
and get paralysed with fear of the dark.

I keep the windows open and the curtains drawn back
in case there would be suffocation in the room
the fresh air will come to my rescue.

I go to bed with a pillow on my side
in case I should wake from a nightmare
I could hold it tight for comfort
or a worse case, it would prevent me
from falling off the bed.

I put a jug of water at my bedside
should I wake up to a drought-like condition in the world
at least I wouldn't die of thirst.

I keep some lavender oil under my pillow
in case sleep escapes me
it's supposed to cure insomnia.

Yet these worries keep me so occupied
so instead I sit on the front stairs
and count the stars in the night sky.

Red is The Color of Sin

blood spilt

is sin

crimson splashes

stain the floor.

marks

of offense;

unerasable,

invisible,

but there.

guilty consciences

become part

of Lady Macbeth's

ordeal.

The Exploding Shadows

Royal purple bruises marked the horizon. The sun, the bulbous bulk of luminosity, strained to come out of the restraining shadows. I stood, alone with my thoughts, on a teetering ledge at the edge of a cliff. The rage of the sea pounded against the rocky terrain below. The white foam on the surface concocted pictures of a rabid dog in the dark crevices of my mind. I waited. A seemingly endless wait to experience the victory of light over darkness, a sign of freedom from the gloom and despair that enshrouded me. And then the sun was set free, its brightness brandishing a sword at the demons of the night. And I smiled, an involuntary relaxation, as I witnessed the exploding shadows.