ENOUGH

Enough already! My cat Scout is being a starved, craving attention, please play with me cat! My other cat is under the weather. Johnny, well he’s like Scout’s older brother.

My Big Boy Johnny

 

 

 

 

 

He was older when Scout was born. All the other older cats at the farmhouse, were mean to him. Not Johnny, he took baby Scout under his wing! Taught him everything to know about being a tougher cat. Johnny was tough, yet gentle, with Scout. He still is. Scout is his shadow.

Johnny, being not so playful lately, has left Scout with nothing to do, but get in trouble. Scout really has the cutest personality and loyalty.MY BABY BOY, SCOUT But lately with no one to play and sleep with, Scout has been being naughty. Its as if he has attention deficit hyperactivity disorder. My nightstand is his very own personal space. He has a slim walkway. He makes his way past my belongings, and heads straight to my fan. This is where he sticks his head up to the blowing air for a few seconds, he then lies down. I’ve crowded his space. To make sure I know this, he’s knocking all my stuff to the floor, ON PURPOSE!

Enough Already……………..

Spider

Spider on web.

Spider on web. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I know this man, I call him Spider. He’s just like a spider. First, he creates a magnificent web, to catch unsuspecting life. The life struggles, yet gets tangled even more. Next he jumps, and he bites! Stunning the life into submission. Then he wraps a nice silk wrapper around his sacrifice. He’s not quite done with you, he’ll come back later. He’ll devour you from the inside out, at his pleasure.

His cravings have been satisfied. He preyed, he caught, and devoured life. He must, he’s hungry. Tricky he has to be, to satisfy his needs. Some escape his web, the lucky ones? Some aren’t as strong. Some don’t have the time to realize they’ve become caught.

Obviously, this is his nature. He was born with it. Learned his innate will to survive, thus having to drain life from his unsuspecting victims. Do I know Spider well? I’m not sure yet, I struggled out of his magnificent web.

What If?

I want to be accepted,

My quirks,and dreams and all.

I’ve mostly felt rejected,

For things I’ve done and saw.

If your Karma’s good,so should be life.

I think I’m nice and kind, a small dash of mean.

I though I had good Karma, Yet my life is filled with strife.

All I’ve ever wanted was kindness to live my dream.

It hasn’t been all been bad things,

I’ve accomplished things to be proud,

But sometimes the sadness of lost feelings,

Puts my head in the greyest of clouds.

Right now I am a Mother,

And also I’m a Wife.

Right now I am responsible,

And this defines my life.

Sometimes I wish to be a Martyr,

And go back into time,

And live life so much smarter,

And keep my desires mine.

Treating good guys better,

Ridding men who were bad,

Then I would not fretter,

Of the good guys I made sad.

Sometimes I do wonder,

What if I had stayed?

With the man who loved me,

For who I was that day.

If I would have did that,

Things that are, wouldn’t be,

And then life would be different,

As well as things I see.

To all the one’s who loved me,

My heart is still with you.

I’m glad your family is happy,

My love to that is true.

I love my darling girls,

And my Husband too,

If I did things different,

I wouldn’t have all of you!

Afraid

He’s gonna get you,

He’s gonna get you!Image from Guyism.com

Too late to be scared,

He does not care.

Now you’re confused,

Too late the evil has fused.

The signs of light were there,

I guess you didn’t care.

He’s gonna get you,

Better save yourself.

Don’t stay alone,

Grab those words of light,

And be your own.

Goodbye devil, Goodbye evil,

Hello world, it’s time to heal!

 

Shhhhhh……..

Your night is so restless,

He stirs up your dreams,

That evil dark monster,

Which silence your screams.

You’re at his mercy,

To quietly leave,

Hide under your blankets,

And try to deceive.

Your breath is too loud,

Your sweat makes you sick,

You silence your whimpers,

Thinking good thoughts to pick.

Time has stopped moving,

You’re drowning in black,

Maybe he left, or maybe he’s back.

Say your prayers quickly,

And silently too,

The monster might get you,

What should you do?

A Short Story (fictional)

I’m going to post my Short Story. I have not proofread, and I’m sure there are many writing errors. If I was sending this off professionally, I would have my daughter proof-read it first, and type it up. Just a heads up! :)

Eyes wide with anticipation, his face animated with fear and excitement at the same time. The blowing breeze slightly tousled his sandy brown, curly hair. His cape glistened like wet red paint, in the afternoon Spring sun. Blue pajama pants and a fresh, clean white tee shirt, was quite fitting for the adventure ahead. And most important was his magical new shoes, he spotted months ago in the shop Downtown. A place not often greeted by his bright, toothless grin. But this morning, the shop downtown would be graced by his smiling face, as Mother lead the way!

Leaving the small shoe stop Downtown, his smile stretched from ear to ear, as he clutched the shiny white bag, with the blue and red polka dots. Inside that bag, were the magical shoes, he prayed for every night, before bed. As he glanced up, those big, golden arches, McDonald’s, were beckoning to him. The scent of golden, delicious french fries permeated the air surrounding him. The grumble in his stomach seemed to break the sound barrier to his Mothers sometimes, working ears. She grabbed his small, sweaty hand, carefully looked to the left, and then right, and crossed the street. His Mothers hands were always cold, so he figured she liked to hold his hand to make hers warmer. Either way, he clutched his most prized purchase, and was heading to McDonald’s! And boy, was he hungry. This was the only time he was allowed to have soda. He liked soda, how it tasted, and the way it tickled his freckled nose from the carbonation.

The car ride home, seemed to take forever. There was valuable playtime being missed at this moment! Sitting in the back, passenger seat, he stuck his head perpendicular to the open window, where the wind blew his face so hard, that he had to pull his head back, to grab another breath. Excited and anxious, he held the blue and red polka dot bag on his lap. He started to play an imaginary game of connect the dots, on the bag, when suddenly, he heard the sound of gravel underneath the car tires. A rush of adrenaline, or maybe the soda from McDonald’s, shot through his body like a rocket. They were home!

He ran to the front door of the house, and turned back to see hi Mother was just stepping out of the car. HURRY, he was thinking over and over again, in his head. After his Mother unlocked the door, he stepped in, and kicked off his shoes as quickly as possible. With bag in hand, he ran to his room, being careful not to slip on the freshly, polished oak floors. Into his room he ran, and plopped on his bed with all his favorite stuffed toys. He carefully removed the box from the bag. He opened the box, pushing the tissue paper to the side, and removed his new shoes. He held one up, close to his face, and studied the blue and red stitching throughout the shoe. They were velcro shoes, as he had not yet learned to tie shoes. His absolute favorite was the bright yellow, shiny emblem on the side, with a big red ‘S’ inside. Superman! His favorite super hero of all time! And on the velcro tabs? A yellow rectangle with Superman written in it! Now, he could learn to spell his favorite super hero’s name!

He put his shoes on. They were the greatest things in the whole, wide world! He ran to his dresser drawer to complete his look for the most greatest playtime. Out of his room he ran, through the kitchen, yelling to his Mother at the same time, that he was going in the backyard to play!

One..Two..Three…WHOOSH! Jumping off the picnic table, he landed on both feet, put his fists on his hips, stuck out his chest, and yelled ‘I’m here to save you!’. Jacob had the best day ever, one he would not soon forget!                                                                        JMD