They call it dreaming,
and say it’s wrong.
That it is a world that doesn’t exist,
and they wouldn’t go there.
I call it freedom,
Because there are no lies,
and no injustice.
It is a peaceful world,
which they cannot enter.
Category: Short stories and poems
October 18th, 2017
The last memory on me
Standing still
Hidden from them
They can’t see it
Not any more
Not the pain
Only the picture
The last memory on me
Never dies
Walking through
The invisible shadow
Away from them
To its eternal place
And the light
That shines
October 19th, 2017
Sitting alone in the white
looking toward the night,
I wait for peace to come.
“You are not alone” says one of the thousand
“see hope, see light”
But blood of the young ones is crying to me, asking me to come.
No!
It’s not my time yet,
there are things to be done.
A short story about the sad child
Once upon a time, there was a child. An abused child. An invisible child. A sad child. It wanted to be seen, to be heard. But there were no eyes to see, nor ears to hear. But suddenly, a voice said: “Hush, child.” “Oh, you can hear me,” the child said cheerily. “Hush, child,” the voice said again, “you speak as a sad child.” “But I AM a sad child.” “Hush,” the voice said again. So the sad child hushed. It learned sad children are not be seen, nor heard. So, the sad child didn’t want to be heard anymore. And never more.
Marie’s dream
Marie was walking slowly toward her house. It was almost dark outside. She knew it very well, just straight and then left. As she was getting near, she started to be nervous. Her fear grew. She looked into the kitchen through the window. They were there. She can’t go there. Not now. It would happen again. Anyway, she tried to sneak in. She looked at them through the open kitchen door. It’s like that they didn’t see her. Good. “Get over here, you creep!” she heard. No! She had to run. Just run away, far, where they would never find her. She ran as fast as she could. It seemed like he didn’t follow her. She started to feel safe. Suddenly, she saw him. He saw her, too. Marie stood as paralyzed, she couldn’t defend herself. He caught her. She knew there was no way to escape. What she knew was he would start to beat her. Some feeling of resistance woke up in her. “Here I am. Kill me!” she shouted as loud as she could.