the tale of the witch doctor

My friends a witch doctor

He wants to grab from within
Yes, he is a witch doctor
He is a horrible beast
And when you feed the witch doctor
You give plenty of yeast
Oh yeah dude you are the coolest dude I ever saw
You are the witch doctor
From Bangalore
You see the witch doctor
He’ll steal food off your plate
Yes that witch doctor
He doesn’t wanna be your mate
He is a witch doctor
Which will grab from within
You see he is a bad witch doctor
We need to lock him up
Oh yeah dudes swing your hips
And party party party real ****** hard
Then the witch doctor
Will move to Australia
To show us you can really party
Without alcohol
But Australians won’t listen mate they need their alcohol
And that is the way of this
Crazy mixed up world
With the witch doctor
Being the target by police
But his powers make the police
Say just this
The witch doctor is too powerful
Nobody will catch him, no
Then the witch, who is the witch doctors wife
She told him to stop his little prank
The witch doctor said
No I will never stop oh no
So the witch cast a spell to make the witch doctor more loving
Then the witch doctor
Went to the party
He really enjoyed himself there
There was no need for evil
The witch and the witch doctor
Lived happily ever after
And they did
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anonymous999 Sep 2014
doctor, doctor
can you ***** my finger and measure the dopamine in my veins? collect my teardrops
and tell me if i'm going to be okay? can you light up the darkness with magical pills?
decide if i'm too sad to go to school?
can you tell me if i'm just being melodramatic? measure my blood pressure, maybe that
will work. write me a prescription for 5 Happy Days in a row, and 3 hugs from
Someone I Love.

doctor, doctor
i'm not feeling well today
doctor, doctor
i don't know if i should stay

sadness isn't a sickness, but it's infected my mind. can you write me some antibiotics to
get them out in time?

sadness isn't sickness, but i think i might've caught something from doing a little too
much of Having No Friends. don't you know how much i've been Laying In Bed?
sadness isn't sickness, but i think i'm coming down

doctor, doctor
i've got a severe case of the I Don't Want To Lives
can you write me a prescription?
make it go away?

doctor, doctor
you've let me down this time
doctor, doctor
i'm not in my prime

can you tell that i'm not healthy?

'cause i don't think you can
oh, sadness isn't sickness,
but it's fatal,
if all goes according to plan
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Paul Hardwick Dec 2011
Dr Elizabeth
Hello Doctor Elizabeth!

Good to see you D o c t o r.

I might ask you how are you?

But that would be just, more work!     For to you.

So I ask how do you, FEEL , is life still work to you?

The sweat and tears for you.

Is it really, good for you?

Doctor, Doctor, Doctor. How do you do?

Hello Doctor Elizabeth!
You are young, and I, think love you.

Nobody, ask of my dreams before,             the something,            the maybe.

But that is is just hear say.

The time,.   I spent time living,    These dreams of mine

And the time between.
What will your dream of D o c t o r?

Doctor, Doctor, Doctor. How do you do?

Hello Doctor Elizabeth!
You are young, and I, think love you.

My mind is good today,

the clouds are moving away,
You say you like my shirt,
You say you like my hat,
But D o c t o r !

What about me.

Doctor, Doctor, Doctor. How do you do?

Hello Doctor Elizabeth!
You are young, and I, think love you.

What about me?

What about me?
What about me?
W h a t  a b o u t  m e ?

Doctor, Doctor, Doctor. How do you do?

Hello Doctor Elizabeth!
You are young, and I, think love you.
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John Niederbuhl Oct 2016
Doctor, Doctor
Doctor, Doctor
I've trouble with my eyes

Then take these blue pills,

That's what I advise

Oh Doctor, Doctor
My bones are all sore

White pills I prescribe

They'll hurt you no more

But Doctor, Doctor

My heartbeat is waning

Take red pills for that

You'll soon be regaining
Please Doctor, please
My mind fades away

For that I have gray pills

You'll be sharper today

Its quite shocking Doctor,

My ***** is murky

Take these yellow pills

They'll clear it by Thursday

I mope around Doctor,

My mood's really flat

These rose colored pills

Will take care of that

You must help me Doctor,

In bed I'm a flop

Then try these long capsules

They'll liven things up

Tell me please Doctor,

What's inside these pills?

Why medicine, of course,

To cure all your ills
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Haylin Jul 2019
Doctor, Doctor
Doctor, Doctor
I've trouble with my eyes

Then take these blue pills,

That's what I advise

Oh Doctor, Doctor
My bones are all sore

White pills I prescribe

They'll hurt you no more

But Doctor, Doctor

My heartbeat is waning

Take red pills for that

You'll soon be regaining

Please Doctor, please

My mind fades away

For that, I have gray pills

You'll be sharper today

Its quite shocking Doctor,

My ***** is murky

Take these yellow pills

They'll clear it by Thursday

I mope around Doctor,

My mood's really flat

These rose-colored pills

Will take care of that

You must help me, Doctor,

In bed, I'm a flop

Then try these long capsules

They'll liven things up

Tell me please Doctor,

What's inside these pills?

Why medicine, of course,

To cure all your ills
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Larissa Nov 2013
The Man and His Box
Rose Tyler, Bad Wolf, blonde bombshell.
Through time with the Doctor she did propel.
She loved the Doctor and he loved her too.
If it's my last chance to say it,
Rose Tyler, I--

Jack Harkness, the flirt, the man of men.

He pops up at the Doctor now and again.
They met with a lie,
Now he can't die
Forever here now and then.

Martha Jones, the doctor, the woman that heals.

Her time in the TARDIS caused all kinds of feels.
She pointed a gun to save the Doctor's skin
Yet in the end, her and Mickey did win.
All kinds of fun and all kinds of sass.
Martha Jones, one badass.

Donna Noble, ah, how does one describe thee?

Married a creeper and set the Oods free.
Through the Daleks and Rose, it seemed to end the world
Until the Doctor's DNA and her's accidentally swirled.
Of all the companions, she was a supreme member
Most important woman in the universe,
Too bad she won't remember.

Of all the companions, no one remembers Ms. Astrid Peth.

Her one and only appearance ended in death.
She stowed away on the flying Titanic
With passengers, aliens, and angels that were satanic.
Astrid wanted to travel and see the stars.
Her death seemed to add to the Doctor's scars.
He wasn't able to bring her back in the flesh
For the Doctor was the cause of her final, last breath.
Finally we come to little Amelia Pond.
Waited twelve years for the Doctor's bond.
She sat on her suitcase, face raised to the stars
Thinking of Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars.
He came back when she was supposed to marry Rory
But she still snogged the Doctor, being predatory.
It was Amy and Rory Pond in the ends
Even when the stone angels did descend.
Some mainstream Whovians say Ms. Pond's overrated,
But after all, she was the girl who waited.

Melody Pond, also known as River Song

She was fair, cunning, and strong.
Amy's daughter, but looked years older.
Amy wouldn't believe her no matter what River told her.
River Song, a time lord herself.
But even her story went to the shelf.
She was put in jail for killing a good man.
But even then, with the Doctor she ran.
The Doctor and River, hands fastened tight.
She still didn't want to let go with all of her might.
Dr. Song and the Doctor were on different tracks in time.
Hopefully, she'll be back, witty, fierce, and sublime.

The mystery. All the loose ends come to Clara Oswald.

The latest companion to be installed.
She once was a woman, mind in a machine
But now she's in the flesh, cruising the scene.
Oswin Oswald was a governess and a barmaid
Until she came back, unashamed to be afraid.
Even though she is a mystery to be solved,
Here's to our angst, Ms. Oswin Oswald.

But one day all the companions will be gone

And the Doctor will be alone again.
He will think of all the lives he's withdrawn
Hoping for a lifelong friend.
Though his intelligence, sexiness, and brilliant mind
There are no other like him, he's the last of his kind.
The man who travels around kissing strangers;
The impossible doctor meeting some painters.
Many wonder how long he can cheat the clocks
But until then, he's just a madman with a box.
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Lola Roe Jan 2014
Doctor, Doctor
Doctor, Doctor
Who are you?
You don't know me
What can you do?

Patronise me,
Make me feel like ****,
Give me my meds,
Tear me down
Bit by
Bit.

Doctor, Doctor,
Why are you here?
You locked me away,
Creating my biggest fear.

LET ME OUT,
I scream, I scream,
I look to the ceiling,
I dream, I dream.

Doctor, Doctor,
You said you'd help me,
You're a liar too,
Shapes is all I see.

White, White,
I miss this I do,
You took away my love,
Doctor, I blame you.

Doctor, Doctor,
 Be my friend,
Just let me die,
This needs to end.

Escape.
Tap, Tap.
Scrape.
Sniff.
Awake.

Thank you my friend.

**The End.
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michael reid rubenstein Oct 2010
doctor doctor give me the news
mom is sick her 90th birthday is in several weeks she says she has lived a long full life
and is ready to die the doctors are trained to keep her alive i remember when the
doctors kept dad alive while waiting for the cancer to attack a vital ***** i wonder if this
practice of keeping people alive is humane mom forgets events 2 hours earlier walks
into mirrors falls down wakes up with black eyes i’m having trouble sleeping thinking
morbid thoughts maybe lots of people all around the world are waiting to die people
***** mutilated robbed cheated bankrupt homeless war victims old people with chronic
diseases dependent on caretakers maybe millions of people are thinking about death
waiting hoping praying for death faced with the growing problem of overpopulation
why can’t we mitigate the suffering of those waiting to die i don’t understand

in early morning i drift out of sleep toss right turn left look out window glance Mount
Lemmon stretch out on back planter flex dorsal flex toes extend arms out to sides over
head look up at exposed redwood beams ceiling try to remember interpret understand
what i was dreaming rise from bed brush teeth walk around make bed pull brush
sheets try to take dump because i don’t want to embarrass myself in pilates class drink
water slip on gym shorts head down stairs grab keys lock door scan garden always feel
lucky if Saab starts drive to Tucson racquet fitness club pilates class
i am ready to move away from Tucson nobody here wants needs me no one reads my
writings or is interested in showing buying my paintings sun scorches bakes intrudes
invades rudely glaring mercilessly my skin suffers i am thinking about heading back
east North Hampton Massachusetts or Hudson Valley area or Chicago where i have
many friends or rainy Apeldoorn Netherlands where Pavanne and Shannon live or
Eureka California where Shannon also resides i’ve paid my dues a thousand times
hoping to achieve success i live in fantasy imagining outcomes that never come

younger attractive female doctor wearing white coat low heel black pumps enters room
of 60 year old patient suffering from depression loneliness despair

DOCTOR please sit up and open your gown (she plugs stethoscope into her ears)

PATIENT you want to hear my heart

DOCTOR breathe deep breaths (she examines glands around throat under arms shines
light into ears eyes nose mouth) hmmm what symptoms caused you to admit yourself

PATIENT i’ve been feeling frustrated defeated isolated anxious for a while

DOCTOR you look strong healthy height weight proportionate i think your problems
are psychological you may want to find a good therapist

PATIENT i’ve seen many as a kid none helped

DOCTOR well if you think you’re ready to be euphonized i can schedule you for next
week of course the hospital will need to make arrangements for disposing your body

PATIENT does it hurt

DOCTOR the drug industry has made huge advances in the last few years i’ve been
informed the procedure is actually quite euphoric

PATIENT next week huh like Friday or Saturday next week

DOCTOR the hospital will contact you

PATIENT do i need to bring anything or what do i wear

DOCTOR the hospital will contact you with a list of details including an e-will if you
have family or relations

PATIENT thank you for your kindness you’re really sweet and pretty i don’t see a
wedding ring are you married or single my mom would love to hear i’m dating a
doctor
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Jack Boucher Feb 6
A Son's Doctor
The surgery room makes you nauseous

He’s the only doctor you have

He understands how your cane helps you walk
And what music helps you relax
So when he tells you he should resign, that he’s a bad doctor,
You insist he isn’t.
He’s the only doctor you have.

He’s not so kind to his other patients,

Ignoring and laughing off their concerns
He insults and yells at his coworkers
And won’t help keep the hospital running.
Only you get his attention
So he takes you specifically under his wing,
Like a disciple instead of a patient

He’s a hypocrite, your doctor.

He tells you how fragile your lungs are
While puffing his cigarette.
He explains the benefits of a sound mind
With empty bottles across the floor
A cautionary tale, that would be fine,
If he wasn’t so lousy at being a doctor.

You’re the only one who listens to him

Because you don’t know any better.
He shows you his injuries and scars from long ago
That run for feet across his back
You hear the stories of how he and his sisters got those scars
With little detail spared.
Ironic, then, that when you get a scrape on your little knee
You can’t imagine telling him.

Other patients resent you for having his attention

Saying your music tastes stole him from them,
Leaving them with only harsh neglect.
Truly it’s because the drunk, depressed doctor
Sees them as a weaker version of those he hates most
Like the nurses, left to do their best to comfort you
Leaving them alone to run the hospital they want to leave so badly.

He has helped you

You wouldn’t walk today if not for him
His medical advice is fairly sound
You have conversations,
But those good things became perverse
As each and every hug being haunted by tickling
As he always sleeps naked, always.
As sometimes he sits you down
And forgets what grade to put certain education courses

You hate needles to today. Naturally.

It’s in your nature. can’t be helped.
But your doctor didn’t help.
He would show syringes and explain their beauty.
Syringe displays were smaller parts of overall sessions,
But it was always integral to it.
At every squirm he repeated how you wouldn’t live without medicine
Which objectively is true.
But the Heavy weights criminals lift in Prison
And the Metal children learn about in School
Could be lifted and taught without extra indecency.
A Grove does not need Hemlock bushes

Maybe he could be a good doctor

If he wasn’t drunk
If he wasn’t poor
If he didn’t have so many scars
But the fact is that he should never have been a doctor.
And he knows that. And he tells you he knows.
But you tell him he’s the best doctor in the world.
He's the only doctor you have.

The ambulance hurts your head within a moment of being in

The waiting room has more dread every time
The *** test hits the water twice as strong
The surgery room makes you nauseous
The operating table makes time move ten times slower.

He should comfort you.

You should take comfort in him.
That's his job.
But he only takes comfort in you.
And it’s only that.

The surgery itself came throughout a whole life

Little by little
His influence holds to this day.
I won’t be a doctor. And I’ll never go to that hospital again.
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valencia May 2019
Untitled
September

from dust and broken glass, from silver and stone, an army arises from their shallow
graves. and to this day, no one can remember that this is how it all began.

demons run when a good man goes to war.

that’s what they have always told me. there haven’t been any good men here for a while
then, because I can still see demons lurking around corners like shadows.

there have always been things in my life I have learned not to question. you do not
doubt the stars in the sky, the ground beneath your feet, or the strength of the
northernland. we do not question the northernland.
i like to ask myself questions-
after the sky fell, who gathered it all up and put it back in the sky?
they won’t tell us in school.
when the sky fell, what did the stars taste like?
i think it would taste like fire and pain and sugar, like drinking lighting hot lemonade
in the summer.
we don’t ask in school.

thursday

there has never been enough. money, food, water. in school, they teach us about the
war. the war has no name, it is just the war. maybe it will someday. no one dares to
name it. you do not name the devil.

we bow to the throne of the northernland, unaware that is was born of lies. the cameras
are our leader now. they are all we have ever known.

on Sundays we go to church and pray. the crosses will never hang right and are always
turning upside down and the priest is always looking pale. we all look pale, now. the
cloud of dust from northernland blocks out the sun most days.

friday
I went to Lou's house today. she has a red front gate and ivy growing in her garden. we
kicked a deflated kickball around for a bit, but she kept looking over her shoulder. she
pretended to drop the ball behind her but couldn't bend down to grab it because her
arm is broken, so I went over. tears were hiding beneath her eyes, but she did not say
anything. then her dad came out and watched us play. i didn’t like his smile, it was too
wide.

when i wanted to go home, he offered to walk me home. i said i could do it by myself.

wouldn’t want you to get into trouble he said, somehow smiling wider. lou made
herself laugh and smiled too, but it wasn’t a real smile. as we walked home, he didn’t
turn his head away from me, even to cross the street. i looked deep into his pupils,
which were so wide they covered the colored part. i swore i could see someone behind
them, watching. i didn’t say anything. after i went into my house,
he stood out front for a long time, watching. then i heard. shout from the basement but
the door was locked as always so i got scared about that instead and when i looked out
front again he was gone.

saturday

today in school i fell and skinned my knuckles. the blood that came was strange,
reddish-orange. teacher grabbed my hand and bandaged it right away before i could
get a good look at it. she said you mustn’t tell your mother.

teacher doesn’t know that mother went to go live in the White Building, a place for
people who hear voices and don’t like the government and have to be restrained so they
don’t hurt people. i don’t say any of this, i just nod my head ok.

sometimes i worry, about alistair. he’s a gravedigger and everyday when he comes
home he looks so empty. he won’t tell me why he’s so sad but once i heard him tell
canary that the graves just get bigger everyday and then after a long time he said but
there are always to many bodies

i tried to listen more but he found me behind the wall and when i asked him why there
were so many bodies he said there’s a sickness, that’s all
then after that teacher made us all wear cottons masks that are itchy and make it hard to
breathe.

sunday

on the telly today the man in the suit announcer we had another victory but i don’t
understand how we can have victories without winning the war. the man in the suit
tried to show a picture but all we saw was a blurry mess because alistair said sometimes
things can’t be shown on the telly but i don’t know why. i doesn’t make sense why they
would restrict anything anymore. we now what it looks like. a flat landscape paved
with bodiesaccented with blood.
we aren’t supposed to know about that though.

in school, teacher tells us there have been no casualties of the war. but only when
principal is watching. when he’s not she’s stuffs our coats beneath the crack and the
door and tunes the telly to a different station- one that’s fuzzy that she has to hold a
hanger to in order for us to see anything. and she’ll flip back and forth between leader
of the northernland and say this is propagandam  and then turn the **** back to the man
in the suit, and then say this is the truth

i don’t know why teacher tells us these things.

monday

listen- do you hear it? i can hear planes buzzing overhead. teacher says to ignore it.
teacher says we aren’t supposed to hear.
alistair never lets me go in the basement. he keys the key round his neck, even when
he’s sleeping. he says it’s dangerous down there. but i’ve always been too curious-
that’s what principal says. he looks at me with those stern different colored eyes and
says curiosity killed the cat every time ms. hoth brings me to his office for doodling. i
still have no idea what a cat is. cardeully, he erases my drawings and put the paper
neatly into his desk. we waste nothing here. go home is all he says. but i know what he
means. walk home in silence and do not ask questions, do not look behind curtains and
do not wander off.

today mari has her birthday party. her mum wasn’t there. i can tell lou noticed because
her eyes were scanning the room all strange, but she didn’t say anything. i didn’t ask.
mari looked all scared and the camera of the ceiling fan hadn’t moved from her in a
long time. i wondered who was watching her.

later, mari pulled me beneath her bed. i tried to say something but she covered my
mouth with her hand. they’ll take me for telling you
was all she said.
but i have to tell someone.

i knew the feeling.

after a long time she took her hand off of my mouth and said mums in the garden

while she opened her presents, the mandatory ones from the northernland that are no
fun, i tried to look out the window to see her mum. the only thing i could see in the
garden was a pile of freshly turned earth. lou caught me looking and grabbed my wrist.
she said you mustn’t look.

tuesday
when i come home there is a woman sitting at the kitchen table, and with her there are
four ravens. she is royal, i can feel it in the way she sits and breathes and just exists. she
looks at her hands and then at me. but this lady is not a guardian angel, like the kind
canary says is always looking out for us. i am not an angel. she says. she is not from the
northernland, but not from here either. i know is all i say, because i am not alarmed that
she is here and that there are cameras and that she does not belong. i know she is not
real. and she says i am a godess. i do not doubt her. she sits up, and puts the ravens
about her in her hair and on her shoulders and the like. this is an omen. i nod, because
why else would a goddess be at my kitchen table? and then she is gone because she was
never really there, and i wash my face and make sure i am no longer seeing people that
are not there, because i don’t want to go live in the White Building like mum.

wednesday

they are always watching us at recess- we mustn’t stand or walk anymore. we have
never been allowed to run. there are cameras everywhere now, too. they see everything
like a great waking monster that never sleeps. i thought i would feel safe with the
cameras, but the back of my neck feels prickly like there’s somebody standing behind
me and when i spin around and look the mushroom is empty except for me.

the only place there aren’t cameras is under alistair bed. i go and hide there sometimes,
just to forget the feeling of being watched. that’s where i read the stories that alistair’s
written. in them, he talks about a sky as blue as the ocean.
i have never been to the ocean. i remember the sky used to be blue, but never really.
now it is a sickly grey.
canary caught me looking at the sky once and pushed my head down. she said don’t let
them catch you looking or they’ll put cameras in your eyes.
i believe her.

wednesday

today we went to mandatory meeting, where they passed out rations. there is always
less and less then there was last time. while we were there they made us watch a video
where the leader of the northernland talked about how well we were doing in the war
and how this would almost be over soon. he also reminded us that if we were past
curfew there would be serious punishments.
for rations we got a red powder called kool-aid that you mix with water to make juice.
we also got a loaf of white bread, a browned banana, circular crackers and a warm
jacket. alistair took the jacket and left for work.

canary always looks worried. ever since mom went bonkers i haven’t seen her not
wearing her worry lines. i can’t believe she’s only six years older than me. to alistair that
doesn’t seem like a long time. to me, six years is an eternity. as long as a war.

canary watched alistair go at the window for a long time, long after he disappeared into
the fog. then, all of a sudden, she turned around and said i’ll help you with your
homework. i didn’t tell her that i knew how to multiply fractions. mom always used to
say that if you were busy you weren’t worried. canary made me a cup of red juice and
her hands shook so much she dropped the glass.
pity, that was our last one. it seemed to shatter in slow motion, and i could see every
piece break slower and slower.

the day seemed to go by slowly, the cold sleeping into my bones and making me sleepy.
i wa so thirsty, so thirsty. i wasn’t allowed anymore water till friday though. if you
drink to much of it at once you get sick. i begged canary to let me drink from the stream
in the garden but she wouldn’t. it’s black and thick, and smells like nail polish.

the last time i punted my nails was for dads funeral. i remember canary used her last
bottle of nail polish to paint my fingers black, so as not to have anybody see the dirt
under my fingernails. it didn’t matter, in the end. we were the only ones who attended.

canary is flying together the pieces of the glass with tacky glue. i can’t bear to tell her
that all the glue in the world would never be enough. the shards are too small. she’s fills
it back up with red juice and fora moment all is well, but then the glass can’t take it
anymore and collapses with force into her hands. kool-aid runs down her fingers like
blood. intermixed is real blood, from the cuts the glass left. she looked at it for a long
time, letting the blood run down her fingers like that.

then she said what a waste

november

alistair is sick. principal gave us ibuprofen but all it does it make him feel empty. he
begs us not to give him more but it’s the only things that will take his fever down. he
thrashes in bed and screams ****** ****** and i worry he is going to be like mom, always
seeing things and hearing things. maybe he can go live with mom in the White
Building. mom would like that, if she could remember alistair.

i have been sleeping at school, because canary doesn’t want me to get sick. the dorms
are cold and empty and heavily sanitized. i miss canary and i miss alistair but canary
won’t let me come home. i don’t know what she would do if i was sick. so i stay. and
every night, i say to myself i hate the northernland i hate the northernland i hate
but i say it in my head,  because i am worried they will come for me.
sometimes i worry about canary getting sick. she says promise i wont, sunshine but i
know she never worries about herself. teacher gave me flowers to send to alistair. the
card says “get well soon” it has been a long time since i have seen real flowers. most are
fake, like the ones teacher sent alistair. i don’t mind. it’s the sentiment that is important.

sunday

today at church preacher said and let us pray for our sick
they have stopped re adjusting the crosses. the remain upside down and no one looks.
except me. i was looking, while we were supposed to be praying, but canary pushed my
head down and said  pretend you can’t see them.
that’s  when i knew she sees things too.

saturday
i remember when i came home from school and found mum. there was paper all over
the house, because she’s been doing her drawings. it was on the walls and floor and
crinkled up under the boxes, all pictures of the northernland and the pastor and
everything. and she said there is no god. there is no god. there is no god. alistair
covered her mouth but it was too late, the northernland men were already here. she
drew here pictures more violently scribbling and slashing with my art pencils. she drew
alistair and canary and father, but not me or her. there was lump in my throat. she
picked a new piece of paper and drew god, above us all, but she kept saying there are
no gods there are no gods there are no gods, and she slashed and scribbled at the paper,
and the northernland men were knocking, watching us through the cameras, and mum
pulled me down next to her. i could see blood beneath my skin she held me so tight,
and she had. a thousand stars in her eyes that were all spinning, saliva dripped down
her chin and  she did not look my my mum anymore. she looked lost. she said the gods
have abandoned us.

after the northernland men took her to live in the White Building, her drawings were
left on the floor. alistair gathered them all up and threw them in the basement and
locked the door. then he put the key around his neck. at least, i think that’s what’s in the
basement. i have never told alistair, but i took the last drawing she did, of me and her
and a boy. i stuck it with glue to the very back of my dresser drawer, so no one will ever
find it. in the picture, my lips looks like there are sewn together with greenish yarn. this
has always scared me. mums mouth is open and she is screaming, but there is no
tounge inside her mouth. the boy looks normal, and he is holding my hand. this boy is
not alistair. this has always scared me. this has always scared me. this has always scared
me. it’s only a picture.

monday

i keep finding myself in that moment-

when canary broke the glass and cut her hands, spilling red juice and blood like lines on
her hands. she sat there for a long time, just looking. maybe it’s stuck with me because
she was just looking, when we’re never supposed to look.

the clocks tick slower and slower everyday.

tuesday

teacher wasn’t at school today. instead we have a woman with blinding hair and an
accent from the northernland. nobody asked where teacher went.
we don’t want to know. the hanger and the telly were gone, too.

when i got home i was feeling really sick with tears. i told alistair they’ve taken teacher.
his eyes widened and he ****** his head toward the camera. canary dig her fingernails
into my arm. of course they haven’t was all he said. that’s silly.

then he looked off into nothing for a long time. i just looked straight into the camera.
wednesday

at recess the northernland woman was acting real strange. she sat with us on the
pavement and when the camera tune we it’s invasive x-ray eyes away she whispered
your teacher has been taken by the northernland.

nobody said anything. nobody says anything, anymore. i think if we even spoke to
many of us would cry. and then the cameras would look at us. so we just stared into
space.
in our hearts, we already knew. but i still wanted to scream.

thursday

today was idyllic. sun came through the smoke and lit the sidewalk up orange. the
woman from the northernland asked us what we would want if we could have any
powers. almost everyone said healing. i said flying. maybe it’s because i’m selfish, all i
want to do is fly away. but maybe it’s because i’m honest. i’m getting tired of not
hearing the truth.

just to see if i could do it i ran all the way home. my feet seemed to leave the ground, its
was as if i was actually flying every time i took a step. but then i landed and took off
again.
i hadn’t run in a long time.
my chest seemed to hurt with a good  pain, if pain can be good.
i wanted to tell alistair but canary wouldn’t let me see him. i just need to you to get
warm was all she said. over and over. but i’m boiling he said. it was quiet for a long
time. it’s going to be alright. she said it again. twice. three times.

you know that feeling when you feel sick to your stomach, not because of disease but of
fear. and mixed up in that sickness are tears and realization and you feel weak and
helpless.  that’s how i felt when they took mum. that’s how i feel now.

i don’t know why, but a sudden hatred for the northernland boils up in my stomach. i
think i am going to be sick. i turn around and run, run as fast as i can until i am at a
strange gravel alleyway hidden behind some trees. i rest there for a long time, looking
into the darkness after the cliff face. i know where i am. i am in the abyss, a place
forbidden so long ago by alistair i had never thought to come here. i don’t break rules, i
just ask questions. but i am here. at the abyss. where nobody should ever be.
friday
death is a sense. just like touch or smell, death is a feeling. i could feel it in my heart. in
my bones and in my veins. it crowded about our house like fog in the summer. and all i
wanted in the world was for it to go away.

teacher today told us about the northernland, how it was kind and safe and loved it’s
people. the lie seemed to cuddle in her throat. nobody has ever gotten kindness from
the northernland. the northernland started the war and has starved and survieled us to
no avail. i know there was a time before, but i do not understand how that could have
been. but i still haven’t  made peace with the cameras.

the abyss is where people go to go crazy. your screams bounce off the walls of the hole,
but you cannot see them because it does not have edges. you cannot see the bottom or
the sides of anything, just darkness. then the northernland men in the gas masks come
in their yellow trolley and take you away. the abyss is where the devil lives, in a
bottomless hole to the middle of the world.

saturday

i met a boy who lives in the abyss. he is made of sunshine and glitter, and plastic and
paint and peace and everything that is beautiful.

but he is not really there. instead, he is almost see through. sometimes he is there and
sometimes he is not. i know he isn’t real, just an imaginary friend. i am not like mum,
who saw imaginary people and thought they were becoming real.

i did not say much to enyo, instead i said the only thing i was thinking. saying it made
me feel sick.

i think alistair is going to die.

as i said it, it echoed off the walls of the cliff.
suddenly it was all too much. i was all too much. my heart started beating fast and my
mouth felt dry and i stood up. i didn’t mean to cry but i did, big wet tears the dried my
skin. i don’t want him to die. i said over and over.
my words echoed against the cliffs, i didn’t  sound like me.
HE CANT DIE
i shouted. HE CANT DIE HE CANT DIE HE CANT DIE HE CANT DIE HE CANT DIE
HE  CANT

i woke up a long time later next to enyo. i looked into the void that filled the space
between the cliffs and the beyond. i wonder of that’s where heaven is i said. i pointed
into the nothingness that felt all consuming. enyo said nothing. he looked as empty as i
felt.
a long silence later i said he’s not going to die is he? enyo looked me in the eyes for the
first time and i realized his were a beautiful black, layer upon layer of black and brown.
he said what do you fear more, the echo or the answer

but enyo was not there at all. he is only imaginary.

sunday

preacher came again to the house and said that alistair is better. that his fever had
broken. i didn’t know fevers could break. i asked him about what being sick feels like,
and he took me outside to the garden and we sat on the piles of rubble that used to be
the neighbors. he said that your brain gets confused, and everything seems fuzzy and
mixed up. i can’t help but think that must be awful for alistair, he was always orderly.
monday
today mari has her birthday party. her mum wasn’t there. i can tell lou noticed because
her eyes were scanning the room all strange, but she didn’t say anything. i didn’t ask.
mari looked all scared and the camera of the ceiling fan hadn’t moved from her in a
long time. i wondered who was watching her. i know who was watching her.

tuesday

i go down to the cliffs, but enyo isn’t there. schools closed for sanitization, so i have
nothing to do.  i swing my legs off the edge for a long time. i don’t dare say anything, i
hate how it echoes back. i look deep into the bottom but i can see nothing.  it is only
darkness. something at the bottom feels like is calling to me, tugging at me to come. i
turn my back.
was this before or after the preacher came? i am trying to remeber in order, tell you this
story radially like teacher says.

i go home and canary’s there waiting at the window. she says here i’ll help you with
your homework. no, no, no NO NO NO NO NO NO. that did not happen after, that
happened before.

i can hear the ticking of the clock in my ears, slowing down.

maybe i’m going crazy.

wednesday
i’m sitting on a bench, but i cannot remember where. enyo is beside me and he is
talking. in my chest i feel something strange, like it is moving and jumping. i feel
queasy but it also feels nice.
i look over and he’s bleeding, golden blood from his eyes and mouth running down his
chest. i want to scream but it stops in my throat. enyo puts a finger to my lips and the
scream goes away.

he isn’t bleeding anymore. we’re holding hands. are we holding hands? teacher tells us
not too, it will make us sick. but enyo is different. enyo doesn’t go to school. i feel as if
my hands are sweating but it doesn’t matter, he doesn’t say anything.
i wake up cold. it felt so real, it all felt so real. my arms feel heavy.
i’m alone on a bench by the abyss. smoke fills the air and makes it hard to breathe.

friday
mari wansnt at school today. i know the northernland took her, broken bones and all. i
remebemer becaus lou told me while alistair was sick. but that was days ago. i am sorry,
it’s just so hard to tell the story in the proper order. my head hurts.

tuesday
i’m sorry if i cross out bits, it’s just that as i understand more i change the words. doctor
says to stop doing this, but i want you to know the truth. the clocks are going slower
and slower lately. alistair can’t work anymore, the preacher said so. i was going to tell
him about enyo, how he is real now, not imaginary, but i didn’t know how. there aren’t
words to describe him. looking at him makes crows beat their wings beneath my ribs,
but i don’t know why. I sit with alistair after class but i can’t think of much to say. he
doesn’t seem like my brother anymore, just a body lying on the floor.

thursday
doctor says i am defamilirazing myself, telling the story like it did not happen to me.
telling it in all the wrong bits. i will try and tell it in the right order, but my head hurts.
my head hurts so much. doctor won’t tell me why i need to explain, what the tape
recorders are for or the make i have to wear the mask or why i’m here, what happened
to my family. he won’t tell me why every time i say it like it was in the past and not
happening right now he checks me for a fever. all he tells me is to start at the begging.

friday
the blonde woman from the northernland has a ring in her nose, but i do not know
why. when i ask her she doesn’t seem to understand. she doesn’t talk anymore, either.
just points at things on the board. i dreamt that she had her tounge cut off, but that was
just a dream. the northernland would never do that to someone.

saturday
alistair is dead.
preacher says the disease took him, but i do not know which. the real sickness or the
brain washing of the northernland. i think it was both, because the sickness made his
brain weak so the mind-poisoners could break in. it’s okay, he wasn’t my brother
anymore. doctor says that i never loved him.

sunday
church has ended and we are walking home, just arrived when our door opens. i
wonder who would w at to come to this house, where the walls smell like death. the
northernland woman is at our door, standing in the place the cameras cannot see her.
she is smart. canary opens it and the northernland woman opens her mouth. there is no
tounge or teeth, and the sides of her throat are black. i scream, so loud and shrill that i
cannot believe that i am making this noise. my heart is in the center of the earth, fear
running through my brain and i am screaming. canary covers my mouth. it doesn’t
matter, the cameras were already looking.

canary pushed me to the floor and dragged me under the bed. i could feel the cameras
following us the entire way. when she sat up, her pupils looked strange, the ways
moms did when she ways seeing the people in the walls. anger seemed to hide in her
voice, she was trying not to be loud but to me it felt like she was screaming, she had
never thrown words that hit me like knives before. she told me never to scream or else
the men behind the spying eyes of the camera would come for me. what would i do
without you she yelled, but it wasn’t yelling it was crying. she help me close to her
chest and i could feel her breathing and her heart beating, sparratic and short. she cried
into my hair, until it was soaking wet with tears. this was when i knew canary was lost.

tuesday
enyo is in the void, just there. he is very pale today, and he doesn’t say anything for a
long time. we have gotten to holding hands now. i have never held hands with anyone,
and my fingers feel strange and clumsy. tecaher used to say that touching was against
the rules, but i am so sick of rules that i am now glad to break them.
all at once, it occurs to me that there could be cameras here. there are cameras
everywhere. i don’t know why this has never occurred to me before. suddenly i dont
care, i want them to see. i stand up and scream as loud as i can.

thursday
after i screamed, no one came for me. even when i go back, i don’t feel safe anymore. i
ruined the only place i felt safe.

saturday
enyo is gone. i go everyday and yell for him, but he left when i screamed. he is still
missing. i’m worried for him, but at least i know the northernland has not taken him. a
sick feeling in my stomach asks me if enyo was ever real. i know he was. but it is still
there, pulling at my head. of course he was. i felt his skin, rough and broken.
imagination can’t conjure up real people.
but then i think of mom. how her fever got so high she started to see people that
weren’t there. my head hurts so much, like someone is trying to break out of jail in my
skull. i am angry, for the first time in my life. enyo was my only friend, the only one
who could see through the blanket of the northernland skies. i scream for him ENYO
ENYO ENYO ENYO ENYO ENYO, but i am not mad, i am crying and crying so much
and loud that someone puts their hand over my mouth, but there is no one there. i am
suffocating. i turn around and i can’t breathe, my vision is tunneling into the abyss.
i am sick.

someone is holding my body, but their skin is cold. i open my eyes but i can only see
shapes. i am on the gravel and the sun is orange, just like always. i am alone. but can
feel someone’s tears, touching my cheeks. i sit up as fast as i can, and i am seeing stars
but i just need to look. we are never supposed to look but i am going to see.

the northernland is punishing me.

enyo is making me sick.

enyo is there beside me, crying. i have never seen him cry and something rises inside
me, and all i want to do is put my arms around him, so i do. slowly he gets warmer and
feels more solid. let the cameras watch, let them see.

sunday
im running, running by the tips of my feet and pushing me off the ground, i’m flying. i
have to get home.  i think of the first time i ran, letvthe cameras watch, talked to enyo.
all the times i’ve broken the rules. i has always hated the northernland, but i had
witnessed something better. i had talked to enyo, heard stories of what it was like
before. a hatred so strong curcdled beneath my ribs and made me want to punch
someone. i ran and ran and ran and ran, shouting HE CANT DIE
i shouted. HE CANT DIE HE CANT DIE HE CANT DIE HE CANT DIE HE CANT DIE
HE  CANT.     he is going to die.
monday
i saw a raven in the wire pole today. it was big against the grey sky and he watched me
as i walked into the house. i hadn’t seen a raven in a long time, so i turn to enyo to tell
him he looks like a raven. he smiles, but he is. if there. enyo was never there.

wednesday
alistair has gone back to work, though i think he shouldn’t have. he tells me the
symptoms of the disease when he gets home. headache,seeing things, bleeding from
your insides. i play with the ring on my finger, trying not to ask if that’s what happened
to mom. i open my mouth but a rock lives there, and i cannot move it without crying.

sunday
doctor tells me to get off the floor, that i can stand now. i stand up and he puts me on
the table. he is old and pale, with shiny grayish eyes. tell me what happened to alistair
he says. i do not understand. what happened to alistair?

friday
mari wansnt at school today. i know the northernland took her, broken bones and all. i
remebemer becaus lou told me while alistair was sick. i go home alone, and cold. i feel
like there is a little green man in my lungs running a garden hose. i think back to the
time when i ran, the first time i broke the rules. nobody came for me.
i can’t run anymore, my arms feel heavy and when i cough thick red bloods comes out
of my mouth. it must be the smoke. I go home, and canary is at the window. she is
crying in reckless abandon, shamshing on the door with her fists. two men from the
northernland are holding her back, and one hits over the head with a black stick. alistair
is being carried out on a stretcher.
look what the northernland has done to my family. all for the sake of this stupid war. i
can’t remember who we’re fighting and yet my sister and my brother have died for the
cause.
enyo says they are not dead. but enyo is not there, he was never there.

wednesday
i screamed again. i know canary told me not to, that cameras would look into my eyes
and into my head. but i saw the northernland man coming up the street in his yellow
trolley, straight for lou’s house. when the door opens she is wheeled out on a stretcher.
so i screamed, because lou is dead and the war with no name had killed her. the devil
had killed her.

canary grabbed me as the camera looked at me, as every camera in the house was
trained on me. there was a disturbance in her eyes i had never seen before, like she was
not all there. she grabs my arms and is much stinger than she should be. she opens the
basement door and i scream again, because now i know what’s in the basement.

more northernland men than i have ever seen are in the basement, and when the door
opens they look up. somebody take sme from canary and i scream and writhe and kick,
but they pull at my body until my skin tears.

when i wake up, i am holding very still, and i cannot move if i want too. doctor says this
is called  paralysis. there is a very bright light and a searing pain, it’s hurts so much my
body is burning. cascades of blood come down into my mouth, and someone is sticking
my lips with pins. this hurts more than anything that  has ever happened to me. it hurts
in a deep ache, not just on the surface, and my entire body wants to shudder. my lungs
are filling up with blood, because it hurts to much to breathe.

saturday
when i wake up i am in my bed, in my house. more relief than i have ever felt washed
over me, because it was just a nightmare.

i used to have nightmares where there was a man in my room, saying numbers out of
order. but then preacher says that if i talk to god before bed and make sure my blood is
pure of doubt for the northernland, then i will not have nightmares. this is why i have
had this nightmare, because i was disbelief the northernland. i do not care, because it
was only a dream. i will never hail the northernland.

my lips hurt, and i wonder if in the night i bit my lips because of the dream. that
happens sometimes. i dress and get ready for school, and catch myself in the mirror
before i go. i turn fully toward it to make sure i am not hallucinating. in the great horror
of it all, i try to scream, but it stays in my throat. i cannot scream, or make any sound at
all.

my lips are sewn shut with green thread.

friday
everyone at school is quiet. anna covers her mouth and big wet tears fall on the ground.
mrs. hoth takes her to the office, and the cameras follow them all the way there. we say
our pledge and do our arithmetic, but i cannot say anything. i hate the northernland.
i hate it, i hate it. and i realize this is why they have silenced me.
the northernland woman is gone, and a man in a yellow coat teaches us arthimatic.
the clock on the wall is barley ticking now.
lou sits at the desk in front of me, her hair greasy and skin pale blue. she turns round,
just like the old days, but isstead of telling me what the answer is or who’s the cutest or
any of the normal things, all she says is run. her mouth makes an o and she closes her
eyes and rests her head on the desk.

when i blink, she is not there. i am alone in the classroom.

sunday
i go to church by myself, because i havent seen canary since she sewed my mouth shut.
she is not my sister anymore, and i pretend i don’t care what happens to her in that
basement.

when i get there preacher is not there, there is nobody there except the northernland
woman. she comes and sits next to me and runs her fingers across the stitches. we pray
together, even though we can’t say anything and there is no sermon. when we walk
outside there is an officers car, and she is handcuffed an put in the back. the man who
has taken her gives me a sticker, with a little white cloud on it. it says trust in the
northernland. i do not trust the northernland. i do not trust anyone.
i run away as fast as i can and throw the sticker into the ground, but it still seems to
follow me inside my head. trust in the northernland. trust in the northernland. trust in
the northernland. trust in the northernland. trust in the northernland. trust in the
northernland. trust in the northernland.

monday
enyo is at the abyss, waiting. he says i am killing you. and i understand, it all makes
sense now. but he is all i have now. if the only thing worth living for is killing me, that
is what doctor would call dramatic irony. i do not feel dramatic, i feel used. the
northernland has used me and used my family.

saturday
doctor says that when telling a story i need to define who is the antagonist and the
protagonist. the antagonist is someone who antagonizes people. doctor says this means
evil. this is hard for me to understand, because everyone is evil. this is not a story, and it
does not have characters. the peoples i have met in my life are all complex and strange,
evil and good and unpredictable. doctor says ok and that we will try again tomarrow.

thursday
mari wansnt at school today. i know the northernland took her, broken bones and all.
mari wansnt at school today. i know the northernland took her, broken bones and all.
mari wansnt at school today. i know the northernland took her, broken bones and all.

friday

enyo is at the abyss, waiting. he says i am killing you. and i understand, it all makes
sense now. but he is all i have now. if the only thing worth living for is killing me, that
is what doctor would call dramatic irony. i do not feel dramatic, i feel used. the
northernland has used me and used my family. doctor says to be thankful of the
northernland, that they did not use me. i turn away from enyo because even though i
love him, i am loyal to the northernland.
i am thankful to the northernland.
i am thankful to the northernland.
all hail, all hail.
love alistair
fire element
exposing government secrets
cult
enyo gets more real as he is dying.
preacher dies.
alistair goes crazy, then dies.
something in basement.
Very low IQ but the only one smart enough to see
enyo is a ghost
canary goes crazy and sews our mouth shut.
fall in love with enyo.
not told radially
told in sgememgs like cross cross
deep symboling
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Tommy Johnson Apr 2014
The Legend of The Cowboy and Doctor Boss (Part 1)
The rumbling motorcycle pulled in
The Cowboy entered the luncheonette
And Doctor Boss was sitting there waiting
They licked their lips, shook hands and that was it
This is the Legend of The Cowboy and Doctor Boss
Two stones untouched by complacent moss
Together they made a deal
His satin suit and His Cuban heeled boots
This is how it began

Doctor Boss was a respected physician

Shaved, shampooed and conditioned
Wore a stethoscope, had tongue depressors in jars
The Doctor had a gold tooth and fancy cars
But he was crooked as the day was long
Had no regards for right and wrong
Just as long as he was making a buck
He had connections to the cartel down in Mexico
And they lined his pockets with rising dough

Back in 1955 he was peddling dope in med school

Made the junkies line up and the women drool
Until he was challenged to a switchblade duel
Got his right ring finger sliced off and throw into a pool
He turned around and killed that man
Slashed him in the face and punctured his gut
He packed his trunk and headed north and ran
Darted toward the Jersey Horizon
On the way he picked up gun and a phony medical license

You would think a ****** would weigh on a man’s conscience

But not the Doc his mind was on motel options
He got a room and went to a local hole in the wall
A smoky, run down biker bar
“Dewar’s and water” said a pretty little thing
Boss looked at her, downed his drink and suffered whiskey sting
“Hey there beautiful, what’s your name?” “Lillian” she said
“What’s yours?” “Well, Lillian that’s not important but I’ll tell you what is”
“I got a motel room all to myself and I need some company”

Paper thin walls and a moaning women

The mattress squeaks as the vacancy signs flashing
The next morning Lillian awoke
Just to see The Boss had hit the road
She got dressed and went on her way
The motel bill remained unpaid
She wished he would have stayed awhile
But he was miles away by then
And starting a new life
This was the origin of Doctor boss
Wayward bound and identity lost
How a boy became a man
From check ups to drug trafficking now
This is how it all began

Now The Cowboy thought life was a game

A wild child that wouldn’t be tamed
He lived his life against the grain
Behind his aviators was repressed pain
He never knew his dear old dad
And his mother, run over by a drunken cab
Broken home launching pad
The kid went mad and hopped on his bike
He began his quest to quench his thirst for an exciting life

He raced and robbed from Cali to Michigan

He broke every law from Dallas to Vermont and back again
Until the day when he wasn’t fast enough
They tackled him down and put him in cuffs
He was charged and sentenced to five years in Cook County
An extensive criminal record by the age of twenty
But as soon as he was behind bars he busted out before anyone knew
Off to continue his life of debauchery
Of freedom and existential ecstasy

He was an escaped convict with a bounty on his head

The warden of Cook County didn’t want him alive but dead
But The Cowboy went on his merry way, making deals and getting laid
Getting ******, kicking *** and taking names
He was just looking for a good time
He was searching for a new trail to ride
All he wanted to do was live
Do everything in the world there was to do
To him every day brought something new

On a faithful day, The Cowboy came to Hacketts

The city where Doctor Boss opened up his practice
The tired traveler went to go get drunk
Over in the corner of the bar he was slumped
The Doc strolled in and everyone paid their respects
But there was something The Cowboy didn’t get
“Why are they kissing the ring of this nine fingered quack?”
He pulled out a knife on The Doc and a bottle went smash!
Over the poor Cowboy’s head and he blacked out

“Now, son I know that’s not how you say hello”

“And you seem to be a nice young fellow”
“So how bout I cut you a break”
“And we’ll go over to my office and I’ll clean up these scrapes”
The Cowboy agreed and got to his feet
They walked to Boss’s office just down the street
And The Doc sewed up his head
“Say, boy where you from I never seen you around here”
“It doesn’t matter you three piece suite wearing queer”

Doctor Boss chucked then pushed The Cowboy down by the throat
Pulled out his gun ,“I can **** you now but I won’t”
“No, you’re gonna do me a favor you little ****”
The Cowboy couldn’t breathe but Boss wouldn’t quit
“I got a package that needs to go to Georgia”
“If you take it there , they’ll be four grand waiting here for ya”
Now how could The Cowboy resist such an adventure?
Not to mention the grip Doctor Boss had on his Adam’s apple
He let him go and began to cackle

“Now around here, I run things”

“I’m free to do as I please”
The Cowboy was amazed at this man, he was right
He owned a gun and  got involved in a bar fight
Could this man be in the mob?
“Boy, you can call me Doctor Boss”
“Well Doc, they call me The Cowboy”
“So tell me, where am I going?

Doc Boss loaded up The Cowboy’s bike

With Mexican white powdered dynamite
“Now that’s four kilos, you got there”
“You get the money and bring it back here”
“You got it Boss, I’ll be back by Tuesday night”
And off went The Cowboy out of sight
The Doc new he could trust him
He had that look in his eye the he did those years ago
The one when you yearn to search for the unknown

This was the origin of The Cowboy and Doctor Boss

They paid no attention to consequence or cost
They saw themselves in each other
Just trying to reach one height after another
Cowboy respected a man so free
And Boss saw his prodigy
Together they became filthy rich
They shook hands and that was it
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Fish The Pig Dec 2014
Doctor Doctor Bring me a Doctor
I don't have a lot of money,
no real talents to trade
I'm left with nothing but the extreme
if I want to achieve my dream
I'd sell my soul
honey
strip down
give my body
sell all my possessions
every last penny
if you'd just bring me a doctor
a doctor who can fix me
who's filthy enough-
no-
kind enough
to accept my extreme,
put me under the knife
slice away
until my ugly is a dream,
because it's all I've ever wanted
all I've ever craved,
doctor
doctor,
make me beautiful.
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Kate Eddy Jun 2019
Julie's Adventure
The blaze took the house with great speed,
Those inside at once had fleed,
But all was not as it appeared,
For when at last the smoke had cleared,
Among the husk of the home
 The children discovered they were alone.

They dashed about at a frantic pace,

Looking around for the smallest trace,
Fearing the worst was yet to pass,
One last glance the children cast,
It was then they noticed her cloth of blue,
And the fate of their mother they finally knew.

Running to where their mother laid,

They knew a farewell they'd have to bade,
Knowing that they couldn't stay
For their only relative live far away,
When their mother was put to rest at last
Julie knew she had to push them past.

Leaving the ashes of their past behind,

Hoping a new home they would find,
Julie did for her sisters all she could,
Knowing that reliving the past would do no good.
And so at last Julie and sisters journey began
To reach their home was the only plan.

When the sky turned black as night,

Julie knew something was not quite right,
Stopping their ride Julie and Linda can tell
That something must not be going well,
As they returned they were alarmed to see
Their sister Clotild drowning in the sea.

Julie at once knew what to do,

Into the water at once she flew,
Clotild's head went slowly down below,
The fate of her sister Linda afraid to know,
But when Julie came to the surface at last
Seeing Clotild, Linda knew the danger had passed.

"Clotild, what were you thinking?" they wished to know,

Clotild answered simply saying she was hot and wished to go,
To cool her feet with the fresh feel of the sea
 At the time not seeing where the fault could be,
Please don't do that again, they'd scold,
For had they not known, a different story would of been told.

Racing to where the smoke had led,

Each took in the scene with dread,
As flames spread across the little town
Chaos had evidently ensued all around,
Julie looked about the destroyed land,
Knowing what it was like to see the damage firsthand.

What Julie saw then made her blood go cold,

For upon a burning threshold
A girl lay unconscious in need of aid,
Julie knew if she stayed
Or if she delayed-
A heavy price the girl would of paid.

Julie ran as fast as she ever had before,

Diving last minute towards the floor,
Dragging the girl safely away,
The girl opened her eyes as if to say,
She felt she was going to be okay,
Julie couldn't imagine how she'd come to be alone,
Thankfully, evidence of life had clearly shown.

Many had seen what had transpired,

The courage of Julie they had all admired,
But when asked why she put herself in harm's way,
She said, I couldn't very well let her stay,
Julie then took her to where Linda and Clotild stood
Knowing that she'd done all that she could.

It was clear that the girl had no home,

As tattered clothes had clearly shown,
Julie realized that there was one thing she could do,
Knowing that the girl's options were few,
She decided to offer her a chance to restart,
For with them she'd always be a part.
 Frightened she was when she finally awoke,
Noticing in gentle tones the sisters spoke,
What happened? They wished to know,
Tears at once began to flow,
They listened to the tale she wished to be told,
As the story of Chloe began to unfold.

I'm an only child, I only had my mom and dad,

In fact they were the only family that I had,
I had to do homeschooling for we were too poor,
Yet, even with that I'd been happy as none before,
Then today fire took my home and the next I'd known
I was fighting for life on my own.

Julie didn't know what to say,

Yet she noticed even now Chloe seemed to be okay,
As if she'd accepted what had passed,
Hoping her parents would feel peace at last,
Linda and Clotild felt like they could relate,
It seemed as if tragedy was the common trait.

As they continued on their way,

Julie and her sister's story they relay,
Finishing with when they had met,
There was something Chloe couldn't forget,
She looked at Julie asking,"Why help me?"
For the reasoning she did not see.

Julie looked at her kindly and without hesitation said,

If I didn't move I knew you'd be dead,
I knew I couldn't leave you there to die
Hopeless though it seemed at the time I had to try,
I took a emergency class a few weeks ago you see,
And the first thing I was taught was never to flee.

The spell of silence was suddenly shattered,

When Julie noticed a girl pale and battered,
Who suddenly collapsed in a heap
As if she'd fallen fast asleep,
Julie went at once to her side,
 Sweat thick on her brow she spied.

They knew something had to be done,

Already the setting of the sun had begun,
Julie drove as fast as she could,
And into view a little town stood,
Spotting a doctor's office the girls go,
Hoping the illness the doctor will know.

Slowly the girl began to groan,

Opening her eyes confusion shown,
Seeing her awake Chloe asked her name,
Instead of an answer a blank look came,
The doctor took the girl into another room
Returning a few moments later with a look of gloom.

"Please, she said gesturing to some seats,

With a critical look she asked,"How'd you meet?"
We were driving along when we saw her in the road,
The girls said as their concern clearly showed,
The girl sat in quiet destress as the doctor stressed
This poor child's memory is quite a mess.

"What could you possibly mean?" Julie asked at last,

The doctor answered as a pitiful glance she cast,
She doesn't know who she is or where she's from,
Linda asked," Then for her.....what is to come?"
She will have to go into foster care I'm afraid,
Yet as she said that the girl had swayed.  

Julie was at her side rather quickly,

As the girl appeared even more sickly,
Against Julie the girl then went,
As if to show her energy was clearly spent,
Julie and Linda laid her in a bed,
Knowing she heard all that was said.

The next day when the first ray of sun appeared,

The girl's condition seemed to have cleared,
She said to the doctor as if to get her to see,
 I think those girls are my only family,
Julie heard what she said wondering where this would lead
For it appeared as if she planted a seed.

The doctor went to the girls asking if this was true,

"Yes, was the answer that Julie threw,
As the doctor could not prove them wrong,
The girl was allowed to come along,
Leaving the little town behind,
All appeared to have recent events on mind.

Finally Julie asked the girl as she wished to understand,

What was it that made it so she lied to change the plan,
The girl said at last, I felt a bit safer with you,
And I'm not saying that the doctor wouldn't know what to do,
But you helped me , even though you didn't know me at all,
I didn't want to be alone, she said appearing small .

They looked at the girl in a kind way,

At first not knowing what to say,
Finally, Linda asked if she remembered her name,
The girl responded with much disdain,
I'm afraid no name comes to mind,
And I want to leave my past behind.

It's time I start again she proclaimed,

As things can never be the same,
I think we should start with who I am,
So you can call me and all can understand,
How do you like Lucy as a name?
I think that will do nicely as it is simple and plain.

And Lucy was what the girl was to be known,

As if to show how she felt, relief was what had shown,
Lucy then listened to their adventure,
Ending with when they'd met her,
Lucy looked at Julie in a new light,
Saying, "now I know my decision was right."

When the day had come to an end ,

 A night under the stars the girls did spend,
Do you ever think about that day ? Asked Clotild
Her voice was sadness filled,
Julie and Linda glanced at her and with pity said,
Clotild we've got to move ahead.

Clotild said nothing and proceeded to bed,

As if to shut out her sister's presence instead,
The next day away from her sisters Clotild did stay,
And not one word did she say,
They came at last to a city to see,
And angry mob corner a girl while she looked back defiantly.

The girls went at once to the scene,

So the situation they could glean,
Linda asked what they were doing,
The mob answered saying, a thief is who we're pursuing,
Linda got in front of the girl asking, "what has she stolen?"
A shop owner pointed saying, it's in the bag she's pullin.

Linda took the bag and looked inside,

In which many foods did reside,
The group glanced at the girl asking the cost,
Paying for the items they had lost,
As the mob slowly trickled away –
the girls asked why she didn't pay .

The girl hung her head Shamed,

you can't blame me she claimed,
at first they had not caught on,
it was then that a girl came along ,
she doesn't have any Home,
she's with me and we're on our own.

My name is Nancy and this is Carol she said,

saying this as if on thin Ice they did tread,
Julie stepped forward and said then,
We won't hurt you, we are friends,
Linda went to them with the bag
knowing that it was all they had.
 Once the bag was in their possession,
Nancy said as her weariness began to lessen,
"Thank you for all that you did,"
and with that the farewell they bid
later that night where the girls stayed,
an unexpected visit Nancy and Carol paid.

Hey , Chloe said is everything okay?

Carol answered saying we decided not to stay,
the girls looked at each other asking where they go,
as all of them now wish to know ,
Nancy looked at the girls with hopeful pleasure,
Hoping to find a life that was better.

We were wondering if we could join you guys

and find out where our future lies,
Come and join us, Lucy said to them,
for now they only saw friends,
it was then their story they began to tell,
and at once silence fell.

We are sisters you see,

For so long we'd no where to be,
Believe it or not we had a home,
Better than any have ever known,
For a minute not a word was said,
Carol continued with a look of dread.

"We were well off because of our parents occupations,

The girls listened with much anticipation,
My mom was a doctor and dad was a lawyer you see,
That's why we were such a wealthy family,
One day, said Nancy picking up the story, that changed
Dad came and with mom words were exchanged.

Apparently, dad was being sued,

For as far as his client viewed,
Dad hadn't done all that he could,
Therefore to his client he was no good,
 I don't know how much they took,
But the nerves of our parents it clearly shook.

Soon word spread throughout our town,

And eventually people stopped coming to him all around,
Soon mom had to pay for all of bills on her own,
And the stress of it had clearly shown,
One day our parents argued whether or not to send us away,
Carol and I didn't bother to stay.

The girls looked at them with dismay,

Wishing there was something they could say,
Nancy continued saying, the next day we packed our bags,
As she said this  her shoulders sagged,
We knew then that we'd never see our home again,
I thought Carol and I eventually mend.

We ran away from every place we were sent,

Even though no unkindness any family meant,
Since that time we've been alone with nowhere to go,
Sighing, Nancy said, now our story you know,
Julie put her hand reassuringly on Nancy's shoulder,
Thanks for letting us know, she had told her.

What about you? The two sisters wish to be told ,

So to the sisters the story did unfold,
Nancy and Carol stared at Julie with the look of awe,
As if realizing only now who it was that they saw,
Is this really true? They asked as if yet to believe,
It's true, they said as if to show they didn't deceive.

"We've heard of you! Carol said suddenly,

As if the memories of those events surfaced finally,
You were on the news a few days ago,
She looked at Nancy as if she'd know,
Yes, Nancy slowly said as if the story began to return,
Julie was surprised at what the news people had learned.

I just helped those who I thought I could,

Just like I think anyone should,
 Carol and Nancy smiled at Julie as if happy to know,
To a new home with Julie they would go,
Several weeks had passed since their journey began,
And out of Europe they were as they planned.

Six days later in New York they came,

And though tired they were happy to be on land all the same,
Through the vast city the girls drove,
Right down New York's main roads,
Throughout the day many had noticed the girls go,
As recognition slowly began to grow.

Comments circled about them regularly,

"Can't we be left alone!", Clotild said sullenly,
Linda and Julie glanced at Clotild momentarily,
She was worse then they thought, they noticed worryingly,
They went to a park and set up camp for the night,
Somewhere that was out of sight.

The glow of the moon lit up their camp in soft light,

Julie and Linda had a feeling that Clotild wasn't alright,
She hardly paid them any heed,
And when they approached she'd recede,
They wished they could make her feel better,
But she was just too bitter.

The next day the girls went through  to Nebraska's state,

Clotild what's wrong? Chloe asked seeing a look of hate,
"I'm fine!" Clotild said violently,
The girls stared at her silently,
It was then that Linda and Chloe swapped,
As the others continued to look at Clotild shocked.

A village came out of the blue,

Those in the village had looked at them as if the girls they knew,
As they set up camp villagers watched in awe
Not believing who it was that they saw,
A girl said, " mommy it's the girl from tv,
The mother glanced in their direction saying-it is indeed.
 Looking in their direction Julie sees,
Sheltered in the shade of the shops a girl looked on miserably,
Julie went at once to her to see what was wrong,
All at once had withdrawn,
As the girl noticed and began to retreat, Julie shouted wait!
Catching up Julie noticed that she was pale and under weight.

Are you okay? Lucy asked then,

As a cut Julie did tend,
Linda went and got her food and drink,
And looking at the girl Julie began to think,
Looking at the girl seeing the bleeding,
Julie asked her what was wrong and she said," I was fleeing."

Julie glanced at the others with concern,

Trouble at once they began to discern,
Julie took the girl into her tent,
The other girls to guard the tent they went,
An hour later Julie came out at last,
How bad is it? They asked noticing the look she cast.

Her name is Rose and she's frightened and has good reason,
Julie said this her voice began to lessen,
Last night her parents were robbed and killed,
She witnessed it Julie said her voice with concern filled,
After a minute she continued, apparently the robber knew,
She ran because she didn't know what to do.

She's still in shock unfortunately,

Since no one's caught him he's still at large you see,
She no longer has a home,
She's afraid and she's on her own,
We can't leave her alone with that man on the run,
Okay we'll leave tomorrow at the rising of the sun.

The next day at first light the girls left the village behind,
Each one with the thought of home on their mind,
The sky was crystal clear the air crisp and sweet,
For a minute a pair of eyes Julie did meet,
It was a figure of a boy her age she saw then,
 She did not see him again.

For the rest of the day Julie's attention seemed to stray,

To that boy that didn't stay,
Who was it who she had seen?
Was it an illusion or a dream?
As she watched the smoke from their fire burn into the night,
Something went across Julie's sight in flight.

Julie got up and said,"whose out there?"

As this reaction seemed quite fair,
It was then a boy had appeared as a silhouette in the night,
Julie went up to him before he went out of sight,
Why are you following us? she asked her voice tight,
Looking at him Julie can tell something's not right.

Hello Julie, I've come to warn you,

So when the time comes you'll know what to do,
There is one among you you call your friend,
That person you'll lose in the end,
Julie glaring said, " What do you mean then?"
The boy said," the one you call a friend will betray you in the end

Beware he said on and on,

Then as suddenly as he appeared he was gone,
Julie looked at the place where the girls laid,
Suddenly feeling very afraid,
She didn't know why for she thought it couldn't be true,
So to bed she went and thoughts of that night flew.

The next day into Colorado they appeared,

For all the girls weariness at last had cleared,
As each knew their journey was about to end,
And soon all of them would have a home again,
Keeping that in mind, the girls look until a clearing they find
Where a cabin lay with trees behind.

The group went to work setting up camp,

As the air turned cool and damp,
The girls sat to eat dinner at 6:00 that night,
Finishing they feel tired and Julie knows something isn't right,
Because try as they did to stay awake,
Julie knew a drug was placed in something they ate or drank.

As Julie was the last to go down,

The closing of a door was her last sound,
When she woke at last around a room a glance was thrown,
As this room she had not known,
Wondering where you are? Asked Clotild in a mocking tone,
Julie looked at her as confusion shown.

Clotild what.....Julie stopped as understanding grew,

Julie felt as if she'd been hit in the face as she said,"It's you!"
"Why? Julie asked, what have any of us done to deserve this?"
Looking at the others who she originally missed,
Clotild glared as she said, " you don't care or know
To hear Julie this and Julie that wherever you go.

Yet even with that- before any of this began,

Instead of taking command,
You left mom in that fire to die,
And you didn't even bother to try!
So yes Julie, it was me
Because I had every right to be.

"Clotild, how could I have known this would of occurred?"

Yet even as she said this, she knew she wasn't heard,
Goodbye Julie, said Clotild as she stood,
"Clotild, Julie said realizing it'd do no good,
Julie tried to stand only to find her hands and feet tied,
Clotild ran out the door as the binds she tried.

When Julie freed herself to the door she went,

Without luck opening the door her energy she spent,
The others finally woke with a groan,
All went to Julie as she sat alone,
Linda came to her asking, Where are we?
And where is Clotild? For it was her they didn't see.

As they looked at Julie they knew something was wrong,

 For she had an expression that didn't belong,
Julie told what happened and the girls began to dispute,
"It's true, said Julie at last , an answer they couldn't refute,
"What are we gonna do? What are we gonna do?
The answer of which nobody knew.

The door was locked from the outside,

And yet no matter how hard they tried,
The door had stayed in it's place,
It seemed like too much for the girls to face,
When all seemed lost and hopeless then,
The door opened revealing only a friend.

The boy Julie had met came at once to her side,

As a look of depression on her face he spied,
"Who are you? asked Rose suspicion clear in her voice,
I'm a friend and I'm here to help, he said by choice,
"How did you find us?" asked Julie her annoyance plain,
"I followed your sister as she took you away", he claimed.

We might as well leave as there is no reason to stay,

"Be wary, your sister intends to make you pay,
What on earth could you mean? asked Linda upset,
Wondering how much worse things could possibly get,
But again as suddenly as he had come to their aid,
He vanished as if to show they were too much delayed.

Their journey home they still went,

To each other their strength they lent,
Not one word had anyone said,
For due to recent events their hearts were filled with lead,
Finally a town came into sight,
As they came they noticed a girl in flight.

From trouble the girl ran,

Behind her as she went she scanned,
Glancing to where her eyes lead,
The group at once to guard the girl they sped,
For a few thieves at once took chase,
Stop! Julie said intent on putting them in their place.
 They stopped asking, And why would we listen to you?
At once a fist Julie threw and away they flew,
At last the girl the group had found,
Julie went to her saying, "they're gone, no one's around."
The girl glanced shyly about,
Sure it was now safe she then came out.

"Why bother to help me when you didn't know me at all?"

With them after me, I don't see why on you responsibility'd fall,
They had no right to take from you,
And I knew there was something I could do,
The girl said, I don't even have a home,
I was going to try and  find a life of my own.

Would you like to come with us? asked Rose,

Really...yes please the girl said as the door on her past closed,
What is your name? asked Rose facing their new friend,
Sky, said the girl as a note of confidence she did send,
Where you heading? asked Sky as they left the town behind
Linda said, we're hoping our dad we'll find.

Sky asked confused, what could you mean?

So the girls explained how their journey came into being,
Sky was so amazed that for a minute she could only say,
Julie there's no way
They looked at her and Lucy said, it's true,
And her admiration of Julie quickly grew.

Sky then said, I am sorry that your sister lost her way,
For the wound was still fresh and twas a heavy price to pay,
Thank you, Julie said to break the ice,
For silence had latched on as a vice,
At long last to their father's house they came,
Realizing to each girl life wouldn't be the same.

Knocking on the door as anticipation did build,

Throughout Julie's being fear had filled,
For Clotild's eyes Julie had met,
A look Clotild sent as if to say Julie's actions she'd regret,
 At once Clotild took flight-
Quickly vanishing from Julie's sight.

"We need to get inside now, Julie said urgently,

The girls glanced at Julie not seeing what the trouble could be,
Julie? Asked Linda with growing concern,
Seeing what she could learn,
She's here, was all Julie had said,
The girls heard and looked around with dread.

The door opened to show a man with a serious look,

Asking angrily," where is the money that you took?
Your money was stolen? Was it by a girl with blond hair?
The man looked annoyed saying yes as if he'd despaired,
We'll get it back, Julie said taking off with speed,
To the place where Clotild had fleed.

Clotild was hiding in a group of trees in view of all,

"Clotild, Julie's voice did call,
Don't make this harder than it needs to be,
Julie ran into the area as the threat she didn't see,
Running at Julie blind with rage a knife she drew,
Yet as the knife was ****** in Julie it didn't go to.

For right as it came it was Rose who took the blow,

And slowly to the ground she did go,
Dropping the knife Clotild ran,
As she noticed the failure of her plan,
"Rose, Julie said as she sank into her arms weakly,
Her breath came rather futility.

Rose weakly noticed all the girls had gathered around,

They watched shocked and no one made a sound,
Julie asked her voice sad "Why did you jump in front of me?"
Rose smiling said, Julie you taught us all what we should be,
Wincing she said, I didn't want my friend to die,
So futile though it appeared at the time, I knew I had to try.

Rose had tears in her eyes,You gave more than I ever dream of,
Julie cried as Rose went to be with the ones she loved,
 After everything Rose had been through,
Julie felt peace for she knew
At last her wish came true,
At once Clotild Julie went to pursue.  

But Julie didn't have to go long,

Seeing Clotild's hands tied Julie's eyes were drawn,
For next her a boy stood tall,
Seeing Julie a serious look did fall,
The money taken to their dad they returned,
Julie then to her dad she turned.

Do I know you? Her dad asked looking at her hard,

Suddenly appearing on guard,
"Dad, It's me Julie, she said as her voice cracked,
"Julie, is it really you? Her dad said as to react,
Why are you here? And why are these girls with you?
So introducing the girls, Julie explained what they'd been through.

For a while, Joe hung his head in shame,

Your mother's dead? As if he was to blame,
"It's not your fault!"Julie said with conviction,
"Yes it is, he said looking stricken,
I was a cop and I promised our plan wouldn't change,
For a time it worked until...as he said this he aged.

What? Julie said wanting to understand,

Joe didn't meet her eyes, my job kinda took command,
I missed our anniversary and your birthday,
After a time your mother said she couldn't stay,
That was the last I'd heard from her unfortunately,
For years you girls were all I wanted to see.

"Dad,  we can be a family again,

Linda said jumping in hoping strength she'd lend,
Joe looked up with a sad look in his eyes,
But why would Clotild blame us for your mother's demise?
Julie said, She's broken and just looking for someone to blame,
I'm sad to say, she is not at all happy we came.
 Joe looked at his girls and said, you truly wish to live with me?
Wondering where the reasoning could be,
Yes, said Julie I promised these girls a chance to restart,
I told them with us they'd always be a part,
Then yes, you can come and live with me here,
Hearing the girls did cheer.

Turning to the boy Julie smiled back,

You like me, she said as if it were fact,
What makes you think that? the boy asked in a mocking tone,
Looking up Julie noticed a smile had shown,
So why then did you come to our aid?
Because to the those girls survival a huge part you played.

So who are you? Julie asked then,

A tone of curiosity she did send,
My name is john if you really wish to know,
And as of now I don't intend to ever go,
Leading John into her home
A happy ending the girls at last had known.

Until we meet again  -

I have 2 words and they're The End
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Crissy Marx Nov 2014
A Penny a Day
An apple a day

doesn't keep the doctor away

but a doctor a day keeps the apples closer

and a penny saved isn't a penny earned

but a penny earned is a penny saved

I'm not trying to burst your bubble

I'm just trying to break the ice

I'm just trying to cut to the chase

an apple a day

doesn't keep the doctor away

and a penny saved isn't a penny earned

but a doctor a day keeps the apples closer

and a penny earned is a penny saved

early to bed early to rise

all depends on daylight savings

don't look a gift horse in the mouth

because

An apple a day

doesn't keep the doctor away

but a doctor a day keeps the apples closer

and a penny saved isn't a penny earned

but a penny earned is a penny saved

It's the elephant in the room

why, it's easy as pie

even though an apple a day doesn't keep the doctor away

those with money can afford a doctor and can eat apples

and if one earns money for a living

well that's cash right there that can be saved

for the future

an apple a day

doesn't keep the doctor away

and a penny saved isn't a penny earned

but a doctor a day keeps the apples closer

and a penny earned is a penny saved

Every cloud has a silver lining

It's not brain surgery

It ain't all that it's cracked up to be

Just keep on truckin

yes, please keep your shirt on

because money doesn't grow on trees

Go out on a limb

go earn that penny

go save that penny

because

An apple a day

doesn't keep the doctor away

but a doctor a day keeps the apples closer

and a penny saved isn't a penny earned

but a penny earned is a penny saved

and nobody wants Elvis to leave the building

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Shaurya Pal Jan 2014
Magnolia
As I scarpered away, I could hear the voices,
echoing through the steel walls.
The cries, the vociferations, catching up to me,
couldn't fathom the escape, with a plan full of flaws.

Turning left, bending right,

running in circles, an endless plight.
The drug they induced,
pumping through my veins,
blocking my vision, severing the mains.
Don't know for how long,
I can put up this fight.

The sentinels advanced,

as fast and agile as they ever could be.
The alarm had rung more than once,
red lights poured all over the scene.

Needle in hand, dipped in ataractic,

who were they fooling, with that mild sedative?
I raced with every semblance of life I had,
couldn't survive this hell-hole.
Another day here would've driven me mad.

As the unexpected turn came,

I banged the door with the unknown name.
Fell face first, the momentum it carried me,
Scraped through the floor, stomach felt queasy.
Warm liquid oozed out of my nose,
dripping tardily as I rose,
 the environment all but blurry.

Insanity Prevailed

As I blacked out,
I recalled how I came to be,
this house of horrors, delivered to me.
'Magnolia', home of the mentally challenged,
avowed 'care for the community'.

The head-shrink had advised,

you be safe, a feeling I imbibed.
A wry smile and that was it,
'Magnolia' She exclaimed,' would deem you fit.'

Believing in every word of hers,

I opened the door, welcomed
by the smell of fresh carcass,
the shabby floor with spots of dirt,
and people, oh lord the great unwashed,
like walking zombies, feelings inert.
They looked at me, some smiled and some laughed,
others cried, rest merely coughed.
So this is it, the house of the harebrained,
this was going to be my life,
Living among the insane.

I harbored no ill will,

But I couldn't absolve,
this feeling, inside me,
no friends no family, nothing normal.
Lasting with the un-dead,
my new destiny.

They filed me,

Gave a number, names were difficult to process,
66 it was, perfect, contributed  distress.
Admitted to my room, solitary for the neophyte,
 'Morning' they said,' begins a new life.'

With a wicked smile they left me alone,

I was meek enough to cry, stiff enough to moan.
I wailed the whole night, the walls resonated,
the shrill of metal, the demons it encouraged.
The lights polished off, staring at the darkness,
all the monsters , the behemoth, dancing around me,
an invitation to their everlasting music.

Insanity Persisted

A specter bobbed up from the tiled floor,

gazed at me and pointed to the door.
'Rise, Awaken, my soul',
and the door opened with a loud crack,
'You must hurry, the guards will be back'.
I sat bolt upright, the apparition never lied.

Nose still bleeding, I took flight with haste,

looked back, they had dropped the chase.
It felt safe after a long time,
The world must know, of their wicked little crime.
They had to be stopped, the Doctor, the Nurse,
all of which were part of the crust,
which protected the whacko who experimented on us.

End of the hall, I noticed the Blue door,

It had to be the one, which will take me off-shore.
Head still paining, the doses that drained,
the vigor and strength, I couldn't sustain.
One last time, I had to draft
my will my power, from within.
To conjure up all my might,
before the shadows cave in.

As I drew nearer, towards the blue threshold.

I knew there was no looking back,  
 nothing left to unfold.
I slowed down, one step at a time,
I could taste freedom, a taste so sublime.
My hand reached the door,
and gently turned the ****,
I pushed open the exit
and stared at the waiting mob.

Before I could assimilate,

with my failure and disappointment.
Someone jabbed a needle,
covering my mouth, crackling my vent.
Pushing me again, down the memory lane.

Insanity Pursued

The days were bad,

the nights equally worse.
A thin line existed between illusion and insanity,
indistinguishable they became, virtual and reality.
One could hear screams, begging for mercy,
Which the henchmen showed no sign of,
and continued to treat the already cured.

Those who betrayed, yearning exemption,

were treated with immense brutality.
Straightjackets, shackles and all sorts of gear,
were enough to put a man in psychotic fear.
The staff comprised barbarians and sadists.
Who lacked the basic sense of morality.

Shock therapy, voltage to its max,

bound and gagged, glued to the sacks.
The jolt of the lightning hitting them hard,
enough to churn up the flesh into lard.
They drugged the sufferer, the dupe would tranquil,
the fallout was horrible, it would make them frenzied.
 For those beyond cure,
who lived for mere existence,
earned their own private, privileged experiment.
A special space, a hidden chamber,
well beyond, beneath the ground.
Defecated walls, layered flesh and blood,
****** fluids scattered,
in abundance, constituting a flood.
Human torture, vicious and cruel.

In a place so dark even the demons would fear,

how could I survive? This life to me was dear.
And the patients, the patients wouldn't help,
for them it was a game, live a day, reward for the next.
Some were quiet, lost in their own world,
speaking, whispering and talking to themselves.
Some looked sane, but stuck in paranoia,
for them the universe could any day cease to exist,
pertaining to their biggest phobia.
some were smart, they indulged in theories,
the real world mattered less to them.
And then there were the trigger-happy.
The truly maddened ones, violent with rage.
Every day was a battle, they fought within the cage.
They couldn't help me, for I wasn't crazy,
Just your usual guy, a victim of fate.

Magnolia was a place, where people ****** away their souls,

I wasn't ready to sell mine.
I had to escape, make an elaborate design.
There were no doctors at night, just the cruel handy-men,
had all the time in the world to formulate a plan,
question was, to execute when?

One night the attendant came,

wearing  a strange jumpsuit,
pen in breast-pocket,
woke me up and proclaimed, 'Get up you imbecile,
it's your turn in the lab today.
Stand up now, I ain't got all day!'
 'HAH! You could try young man, to put me down,
but I ain't going to your lousy town'.
To this he smacked at my retort,
and laughed with a disgusting little snort.
'One more time you test my good nature,
and I swear to God I'll ruin your caricature.'
'Go ahead then give it your best shot,
You want me dead, do you not?'.
His laughter, this time, deafened the silence all around.
'You're dead fool! If it were up to me I'd skin you flesh and bone,
The amount of ruckus you create, the annoyance you hone,
But the good doctor has plans and once he's done with you..'
His unfinished sentence struck a nerve so strong,
my eyes rolled over,
what could possibly go wrong?

So the man with the strange jumpsuit,

dragged me all the way to the office.
The dimly lit room, ornamented a large crucifix.
Dear lord, you see how they mock?
Came back the degenerate with a big round lock.
'Oh yes, this is for you my friend,
chains aren't enough, straightjacket I will get.
Sit still you half-wit, else you'd regret'.
And I smiled and waited.
He returned as promised, with the piece of vestiary,
a twisted sense of humor, whoever built this monstrosity.

He stared where I looked, into his breast pocket.

'What's missing pal?' I asked in amusement.
He stopped everything and looked around.
With a motion so fast, it could only fly by,
gripping the pen, I poked him in the eye.
Ink exuded instead of blood,
the large man fell, loud with a thud.
The immense pain had him in shock,
now was the time for me to run amok.
But I kept focus, and ran for the door,
promised myself never to look back anymore.
Eloped with the only chance I foxed.
 Insanity Reigned

The source of light was so strong,

I twitched a lot, just to see what's going on.
Caged in a room, no wait, a theatre!
****! I was so close to getting out.
The staff, I assume, were prepared all along.
Hatched a sinister plot, to show where I belong.
They had me now, tied to a work bench,
metal clasps around my wrist,
belted to the maximum limit.
For some odd reason they had me gagged,
the tape tasted foul, hygiene they lacked.
I wrestled my wrists with the wrought metal clamp.
But they were tight, wouldn't budge,
getting them off needed more than a nudge.

Alas the doctor came, with a frown upon his face,

With great ruefulness, he peeled off the tape.
'You caused us a great deal of trouble today.
None of our methods have impacted on you, what do you have to say?'
'Serves you right, you junk-less freak!' I was happy he was disappointed,
'That's not a very nice thing to say' responded the doctor, almost agitated.

He picked up an instrument,
a big long nail, the pointed end was so sharp,
I could feel it piercing through my brain.
Next he lifted a mallet,
which shone so bright it reflected upon my face.
To what devilish purpose could they serve?
The doctor took his time, and allowed me to observe.
He wore his mask, the mask of a surgeon,
at this time of the night? Surely he wasn't
planning to operate on me.
'Leave me alone, what are you doing?
Surely you know I'm not to be blamed, I don't belong here.
This is insane!'
 'Wrong again 66, the society would never accept you.
You killed your wife and children, ******'s on you.'
It was at this moment the specter re-appeared, right behind the doctor.
Calling me, my name,
'They're all lying, you didn't **** anyone, they're framing you.'
'LIAR!' I spat at the doctor, 'You know she's is alive and waiting for me at the doorstep,
As always' I said.
'Yes she is waiting, but only at her death bed.'
'LIAR! You know my kids are sleeping peacefully at home!'
'Yes they are, but the sleep is eternal.'
'LIES! I can't **** a person,not even a fly!'
'And yet you poked my assistant right in the eye!'

The specter now appeared closer,

in a calming tone almost a whisper,
'Do not believe a word they said.
You're not a killer, just a victim of fate.'
Exactly, that's precisely what I meant.

With all the strength my voice box could muster,

I cried so hard the doctors ears could rupture.
' LIES! LIES! ALL LIES! You won't get away with this, the truth will come out.
Why would I ever **** them for crying out loud?'

'You're right, the truth shall come out, but not in this form, not from you.
66 has to die, a fact you always knew.'

No one dies today

'Hold him still.' The good doctor ordered.

A pair of hands inclined my head south,
Another pair, taped away my mouth.
I could hear music, a soft hum.
It had calmed me down ,that bass drum.
It kept beating at regular intervals.
The specter now, beside me,
placing her hand on my shoulders.
I looked up towards the sky, a light bulb
glowed right above my nose.
The doctor raised the nail,
 a dot replaced the light source.
As the blot grew in size,
the light dimmed, luminance was minimized.
The music almost placid,
it made me smile, a smile so gentle.
The doctor enounced,
'This will only hurt a little.'
And as he struck, the spirit vanished,
the music stopped.

Insanity Triumphed
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loveless Jul 2016
The child at the operating table (a story)
Knock knock

"Anyone there?" he heard someone saying it while knocking at the door. That one
knocking the door had a voice of a child. The voice was soft and with this the old man
inside the house guessed the age of child to be probably five to six years.

"Hellooo" the kid said again. He was continuously knocking the door.

Child continued to knock for a little while.

"I know you are inside there, please respond"

Child said pleadingly.

"Go away, no one is here" the old man said furiously. He was frustrated.

"Oh! Here you are" child responded "Dr Adam, I need help, I am..." the child couldn't
complete the sentence, and the old man's heard a thud which was supposedly bigger
than a knock. Possibly his head had banged against the door. Something had happened,
the old man knew.

The old man was a loner but he wasn't heartless to not check on the kid. He
bookmarked the page and kept the book he was reading on the table. He stood up and
started to walk towards the door. He put down the chain and then opened the door
slowly.
The child was holding on the door. As the old man opened the door the child could
barely keep standing for some moments and he started to fall near the man's legs. Old
man was quick and he put his hand below the child so he couldn't fall on the floor.

The old man grasped the hand of the boy to check his pulse. The boy was still alive
though there was something weird about his pulse. It was weak, he could barely sense
it and the pulse was low to around forty per minute. He was still breathing. The child
was unconscious.

The old man grasped that kid in his arms and took him to his bedroom, situated
upstairs on right corner of the house. He placed that kid on the bed which was still as
fluffy as a new bed would be. It's been years since that old man was back to his
bedroom. He used to sleep mostly in his chair while reading. He placed pillow under
the kid's head and went back downstairs to other room.

That room didn't looked like a room, it looked more like a library. The room was large
and there were books everywhere. His hand written notes and research was all
scattered in the room. And the old man grasped they book he left on the table and
continued reading.

Some hours passed and the old man heard the door opening upstairs. The child had
woken up, he knew. The old man grabbed some fruits lying in the basket and went
upstairs. The kid was just out of the room.

"Hey kid, you can still rest a little, and if you don't want to rest, you can have these
fruits and go"

"Dr. Adam!?"

"Yes"

"I'm dying."

The old man was speechless as he heard these words from that little child. Many
patients had come to him before, knocking on his door, to help them but he had left his
profession because of one accident. All of them had to go back. He didn't even opened
his door to anyone before. But now he had a child in front of him, who said he was
dying and this left the old man speechless.
"Go to the hospital kid, I can't help you. I do not operate anymore"

"I went to the hospital. The disease I have have no cure. Not a single of them can cure
me"

"Then how do you think I'd be able to cure you?"

"My disease makes my heart weaker by the moment it beats"

The old man knew this disease. All he could do was just stare at that kid and listen to
him.

"They told me that long ago, a genius researched upon something and came across a
cure to everything. And in that time, a kid had the same disease as me. He could die
anytime. That genius used his talents to give that kid a new life. He cured that child and
that child lived for a day but something happened and the disease of kid returned. This
time, a million time worse and the kid died."

A silence followed after the kid.

"That genius was you Dr Adam . You had saved that kid before, even for just some
days, but only you were the one to be able to find its cure. Save me doctor. Save me."

"I... I can't..." for the first time in years, the old man was not rude. His voice was
trembling. In his eyes was fear. His north had dried up. He couldn't speak another
word.

He was taken aback. He was looking in the eyes of that kid and in those little eyes of
that kid was hope. Blue eyes of that kid were same as that of Nicholas, that kid the old
man failed to save life of.

And the old man went to a state of trance and started to wonder in the memories thirty
years back.

He was young back then. He was a genius. He learned to speak when he was just six
months old. At three he used to solve maths problems easily that were hard for child
double his age. His parents knew he was talented and so they gave him best education
they could. He completed his doctorate degree at the age of seventeen when most of the
people his age would be looking for what to do. He was a prodigy.
He joined a hospital. And started to operate on people. The operations that looked hard
to normal one, he was able to do without a sweat. He wanted to do more. And so he got
a home for himself where he could work in peace. He started on researching the cure of
everything. He would think, search and experimented alone.

One morning, two years later, he found that any disease can be cured using magic. The
magic that provides energy and makes life energy so strong that the body itself heals
itself.

He was happy that day. He went to hospital to break out the news to everyone. But on
his way, he found a small kid, of five years, laying on the bed.

"Hey kid" he said to the child.

"Hello doctor..."

"My name is Adam. What's your name"

"I'm Nicholas, doctor Adam"

"What happened to you Nicholas"

"I don't know."

"Don't worry, you'll be alright. I promise you"

"Thank you Dr Adam" the child smiled. That smile was so full of feelings that it made
Adam more happy from inside. That smile had touched his heart. He just wanted to
make that kid more happy by curing him of whatever he had. He made a promise to
himself that he would cure that kid before telling upon his research to everyone.

He ran across the hospital and went to the other room where the doctors handling the
patients of that room were.

"Hey Robert"

"Hello sir" though Robert was ten years older than Adam but still he used to call Adam
sir because Adam was a lot more senior than him because of his knowledge.

"Whats up with Nicholas"

"That small boy"

"Yes"

"Actually, we don't know anything yet"

"What?"

"We've never seen such disease yet"

"What is with that disease"

"His heart is losing strength by the moment it beats. A severe pain was in his heart for
unknown reasons pops up whenever. And he sometimes loses his consciousness at
random times. That's one of a kind case. He can die at any time."

The young prodigy was speechless for the first time. His thoughts took him to another
world. He was broken because he thought he couldn't help that kid. And then he heard
a scream coming from the same place Nicholas was in.

He ran back to there. Nicholas was holding his heart with one hand and screaming. The
pain was immense. Beyond measure of one's imagination. The eyes were flooded with
tears. This view shocked Adam. He had never heard anyone shriek that loud in his
whole life.

He went near Nicholas and held him up in his arms. He hugged him close and said that
everything will be alright. The child's voice somehow lowered. After some moments,
that. stopped crying and just stayed in his arms.

"Save me Dr Adam! Save me" the kid said sobbingly and then collapsed under his
hands and got unconscious.

For the first time in his life the doctor felt helpless. He realized how precious life was.
And he could not help that kid. The young man started crying. And suddenly a bright
idea struck his mind. He thought of using the magic he researched for to cure this child.

"I will save you kiddo, I definitely will" he said to that small kid and then turned to
Robert who had followed him
"Robert, can you take him to the operating table please"

"Yes but first tell me what are you going to do"

"I will tell you later. Just trust me and take him to there" Adam gave that kid to Robert
and started to go out "I need to go back home for a bit. I'll be back quick" he said to
Robert hurriedly and ran back to home. He needed to see the procedure again. He
didn't wanted to do any mistake. Though he had not done any experiment to any
animal, he was still confident in his research.

He came back to home, took out some notes of his from his book and started to read
them. Then after some minutes, he ran back to hospital along with those notes. He just
went to the room where the kid was. Robert was there near the table and the child still
knocked unconscious and laying on the operating table.

"Thank you Robert. Can you please leave us alone now"

"But what are you going to do now?"

"Cure him"

"But how?"

"I can't tell you now but I will surely cure him"

Robert was still reluctant but he knew that Adam may have come up with some way of
curing that child

"Trust me, I will surely" Adam said

And with that Robert finally left from there.

The doctor begin the procedure and he placed his palm on the child's heart tenderly.
Then he closed his eyes and then had his other hand up. The other hand was open like
he was gathering something from sky inside his hand. He was channeling the energy of
the universe too the life energy of the kid.

The man could feel it running through his body. It was like the kid's energy was faint
green in color and the energy in his hand was vibrant blue which was intense. The blue
energy went from his hand to the other hand was going to the child's energy and
making it stronger. But Adam didn't knew why there were two colors of energy. There
was something wrong, he felt but nevertheless he continued to channel. Gradually the
energy inside kid began to grow and it was full again. Like the color of child's energy
was not blue but with little faint green inside.

Adam withdrew his hand. Nicholas was still breathing and seemed to be in good shape.
Adam knew he was successful but he knew something,even if it were a little thing, had
been wrong. And he sank back in the chair nearby.

After some moments the kid opened his eyes and sat on the table

"How are you feeling kiddo?" he asked standing from chair

"I... I feel... I feel fine doctor" Nicholas said. He was touching his heart like he was
wondering what happened. He felt better than before. He felt that he is all alright.

"I feel good doctor" Nicholas said "I feel great" he added. He had a smile on his face. He
felt rejuvenated. He was happy. Adam had a sigh of relief.

"How did you do it doctor?"

"Do what?"

"Cure me. How did you cure me? They said that my disease couldn't be cured by any
medicine or surgery"

"Well...." Adam didn't knew what to say

"Tell me please. How did you?"

"Magic" and Adam smiled. He had told the truth though Nicholas didn't thought it was
truth. This made nicholas laugh.

"Thank you... My magician" and they both started to laugh again. They both were
happy.

"Come on now. Let me take you to your bed" and he grasped Nicholas in his arms and
took him to his bed.

"I want to go home, not this bed"

"We still need to keep you under observation for a while still kiddo. So be a good boy"

"Ok magician, I will be a good boy"

Robert was there. Looking for other patients. He looked at the boy and observed him.
He saw no marks, and realized surgery or something had not been done. And he later
real used that pulse of the kid was normal now. And the child was smiling.

"How did you did that sir?" he asked Adam

"Ask the kid, he knows" and Robert looked at the kid

"He did magic doctor" and they both started to laugh while Robert looked puzzled. But
Robert knew that the prodigy must have made some discovery and that's how he cured
him and Adam want to give surprise to others.

"Congrats magician" Robert joined them.

"Robert can you help me in observing this child. I want to make sure he is all alright"

"I will sir" Robert said

They both did some tests that day along with looking after other patients. The strength
of the heart of that boy had returned and heart beat was normal with no pain burst or
unconsciousness for whole day.

Adam said final good night to the kid and went to his home to get some rest after
informing Nicholas they he will be discharged tomorrow.

Adam dozed off to sleep quick that night. But he had a nightmare. He saw those two
energies blue and faint green that were slowly disappearing. Darkness was consuming
them both as they mixed. And then there was complete darkness. He heard a terrible
scream of pain an then he woke up.

He couldn't wait there. He had to go back to hospital to check on Nicholas again. He

dressed quick and ran to hospital. The was doctor Jack at night duty near the bed of that
kid.

And that kid was laying silent. Adam held his hand. But he felt nothing. He then tried
to feel heart beats but nothing again.

"What happened here?" Adam asked furiously to Jack

"Some minutes ago, we hard a loud scream for just a second or two and we realized it
was Nicholas. By the time we reached here, it was all over. His heart had stopped
beating"

"No that can't be" Adam said. How heart had broke.

"That disease had no cure Adam. At least you tried" Jack said

"No I should have been able to save him, I could have if I knew more, I could have" the
tears of Adam flowed like an endless river of grief.

He left his profession that day. He wanted to search for the answers. He wanted to
perfect his magic. He wanted not to let someone else die like that kid again. He made
his home a library. He got many books. He kept on studying. He studied so much that
many times he forgot to eat for days. Some books he wrote himself while researching
upon. And so years passed. Life went on till today when a little child knocked his door.

His state of trance was broken by the scream of that little kid. He was holding his heart
as the same way Nicholas did when he was in pain. Adam got himself and got that little
boy on bed again. Kid stopped to cry after a little while. When kid had a breath of relief,
he said to the old man again

"Dr Adam, I do not have much time left. Please. Help me"

"I have not finished that research yet. I may need more years to finish that cure of
everything"

"I do not have years, I may not even have today and you know it"

"Kid, you may meet same fate as that kid. My procedure somehow accelerated that
disease because it was wrong"

"I have to die one day if it's a week or I am left with a day after the procedure. It won't
matter. I have to die anyway"

"But..." he couldn't say anything more. The child was wise and he was saying up to
point.

"Can you please just try. I promise I won't regret it"

Even though thirty years had passed. Adam had made little progression towards that
cure to everything. In the meantime he had found out many cures of many other
diseases that was thought to be incurable but Adam wanted to perfect his procedure of
cure of everything.

"Are you sure?"

"Dead sure" the kid replied. They both laughed a little on that pun.

"Get some rest. I'll be back in a bit"

He was going to do that again. He was going to use magic again. He went downstairs
and started to read as much as he can of his notes. He wanted to do it perfect this time.
Though he didn't knew how. After some time he went back upstairs.

"Hello again" the child said

"Are you ready kiddo?"

"I am. And by the way, my name is Nick"

"You're still kiddo for me" and they both laughed.

"Lay on the bed and don't move or say anything. Just close your eyes. I'm going to do
magic"

"Ok magician" boy said. He was so much alike to Nicholas, Adam thought.

Nick did what he was told. The old man placed one hand on the boy's heart and other
hand in exact same position as before years ago. He could feel the energies as he closed
his eyes. The energy of the boy was faint green again. And a little more fainter than
Nicholas when he was on the operating table that night. Adam felt the same blue
energy in his other hand. No he thought. He couldn't put that blue energy again inside
that boy. He knew the consequence. He searched for the same green one in outside
universe but he couldn't. And then he heard.
"Dr Adam"

It was
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Roger Turner - Poet Nov 2015
Santa at The Doctor
Mrs. Claus was at the door
Making sure that Santa knew
He had to see the doctor
He must be there by two

Santa gruffed and grumbled

Said there's too much to be done
"You know I hate the doctor"
"The doctor's just no fun"

Mrs. Claus held fast and said

"You do this every year"
"and you always have a new excuse"
"when the appointment time is near"

Santa, said he'd do it

Although, it was done under duress
He could run an elven workshop
But the doctor, was more stress

He made it to the office

At two, precisely on the nose
The first thing the nurse said was
"Santa, take off all your clothes"

"You know we have to weigh you"

"It's in the contract that you signed"
"A little extra weight shift"
"Could get the sleigh all misaligned"

The scale said way past jolly

He was twenty pounds past plump
He was just below horrendous
Santa Claus was one fat lump

The doctor read the clipboard

And made a tsk tsk tsking sound
He said "Santa, you're much bigger"
"You're almost 5 full feet around"

"I have with me a letter"

"That the vet asked me to read"
"It says unless you drop some blubber"
"Four more reindeer you will need"

"Now, every story book out there"

"Names eight reindeer in line"
"And since you hired Rudolph"
"A lot have you with nine"

"But the vet now says you need thirteen"

"To get up in the sky"
"You've got to change your diet"
"Santa, please lay off the pie"

"I'm not saying all at once"

"But, you've got to drop some weight"
"Or, you'll be dropping gifts by plane"
"And you'll still be over weight"

Santa tried a little laugh,

Not a full out ** ** **
Truth be told, he'd lose his breath
He knew the weight would have to go

He got down off the table

Put on his hat, and Santa Suit
He looked as red as ever
When he tried to reach his boot

The doctor said "Good God Man"

"You can't go up like that"
Santa said "I'm fine doc"
"The kids want a Santa that is fat"

"There's a difference between jolly"

"Like the elf you're supposed to be"
"But Santa, count your chins man,"
"I lose count at twenty three"

"The elves are under orders"

"Not to load the magic sleigh"
"Until you commit to weight loss"
"And you promise right away"

"I know that you are Santa"

"And for this I may get coal"
"But, your wife, Santa...she scares me"
"She said she'd put me in a hole"

"Santa, lose some poundage"

"Give it just a little try"
"It's not right...thirteen reindeer"
"Flying through the Christmas sky"

"I know it's confidential"

"what has happened here today"
"But, Santa...I will tell her"
"If you don't...and right away"

Santa, said he'd try to

He said "just tell me what to do"
"Truth be told there doctor"
"The woman scares me too!!!"
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Idris Muntaqim Jun 9
Freddy Shazam
The supervillain named Doctor Sivana has escaped from prison and I'll tell you why;
He wants to terrorize disabled children and that's no lie.

When Doctor Sivana finds the disabled children, he terrorizes them, as you can see;
When Freddy Freeman finds out what Doctor Sivana is doing, he says "Shazam!" and
morphs into Freddy Shazam immediately.

Freddy Shazam flies and searches for Doctor Sivana, which is true;
Stopping Doctor Sivana is what Freddy will do.

When Freddy finds Doctor Sivana and the villain sees him, he uses his inventions to try
to attack the hero;
Freddy destroys Doctor Sivana's inventions, which is marvelous to know.

Freddy knocks out Doctor Sivana and calls the police, which is smart;
Doctor Sivana will always have sin in his heart.

The disabled children thank Freddy for stopping Doctor Sivana, which is nice;
Doctor Sivana is cold as ice.

When the police arrive to arrest Doctor Sivana, Freddy Shazam flies away;
Doctor Sivana is going back to prison and that's all I have to say.
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Kittu Apr 2013
Doctor O doctor
Doctor O doctor.
Can you treat me?
This aweful mind refuses to greet me!

I'v been having trouble controling my thoughts.

Outbursts of creativity and crazy wandering thoughts.

I have work to do and need to concentrate!

But these wandering thoughts have me on stalemate.
The thoughts go here and the mind goes there,
They do not seem to coincide anywhere.

Doctor O doctor can you help me?

Bring these thoughts into order,
and let this mind be.

It concentrates of war,
it concentrates on pain.
None of which have any prospect of gain.
It concentrates on hate,
and the ever growing weight,
Of the population that refuses to wait.

No tollerance or patience,
No thoughts on moulding this nation.
Just fights on rights,
And pointing fingers with might!

No one looks at their duties,

Or the subtle beauties.
Beauty of diversity, and the numerous entities.
That form our great nation.
All it need is unadulterated devotion.

I have work to do and need to concentrate!

But these wandering thoughts have me on stalemate.
The thoughts go here and the mind goes there,
They do not seem to coincide anywhere.

Doctor O doctor can you help me?

Bring these thoughts into order,
and let this mind be.
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mike Feb 2013
that doctor has left the building...and died.
hi again. my names mike. im scared. ive been recently diagnosed with acute paranoid
schizophrenia, i think. however, the doctor(who is not a real doctor)was inaccurate.
setting me up to be his personal test dummy. well, its not gonna happen again. im
looking for a team to enact a certain duty. a job for those who seem qualified.

the qualifications?: experience in violence and time travel.

the job?: to never divulge secrets of the job, which involves kidnapping said doctor and
retrieving a small metal instrument from within his skull.(i have the needed
information for the retrieval of this device.)

the time?: any time before the future. once we've orchestrated then enacted our team
meeting, we must use our time travel facilities within the same minute of our arrival, as
i have already set our return time for the mission to one minute after the last team
member(gregg) arrives on location of said meeting point. we will(once gregg finally
arrives, 28 minutes late!) pile into the 8-man machine and activate, sending us to our
destination: february 2nd, 1989. this is the date that(we'll call him doctor octopus)
doctor octopus received his supposed doctorate from stanford university. we will then
obstruct the way between his home and his graduating ceremony by means of
designing a car crash scenario. he will be knocked out cold, allowing us easy passage
into his car, excavating his limp frame, and bringing it to a secure
location(walmart)where we will then inject his brain with a bio-mechanical agent,
leaving him there to wake up, confused, and minus a degree. we will then travel to april
2nd, 1999, to re-engage with doctor octopus, to kidnap him in order to extract the
mechanism from within his skull, which at this time will be fully grown and functional,
having been implanted by us through the injection of the bio-mechanical agent 10 years
and 2 months prior. once obtaining said device, we will use it to communicate with the
inter-dimentional beings doctor octopus has done the bidding of. we will pose as doctor
octopus to gather intelligence as to how to travel through time, allowing the mission
success, bringing us back to the original point of departure, arriving exactly one minute
after original departure. leaving us with existing alibis(for i know everyone was with
their families on groundhog day, 1989. and my birthday, 1999.) and no traceable
evidence or witnesses, including yourselves, for i HAVE taken the liberty of going back
to all of your days of birth and murdering your mothers with said team still unborn in
the wombs, yet have gone back to said dates again to stop myself. allowing for success
and no traceable links.

the place?: nowhere. the mission has already been completed. good job team.

the compensation?: 7.79 per hour.

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Rosemarie Caruso May 2015
What The Doctor Said
"Read more. Write more."
That's what Doctor said.
Doctor is my therapist.

He says, "You are not alone. Many have felt this way before, and many have also thought
themselves mad. And that's why I'm here. You are not alone."

I think
It's *******.

Doctor doesn't know what he's talking about.

Read more? Write more?

How can I read when my eyes touch a page and then fall to the ground?
How can I write when none of the words I think can make it past my mouth?

How can anything be normal, be fine?

Doctor says I'm not alone, but I find that hard to believe.

"Doctor," I say, rubbing my sore crown, "no matter how often you say that, I still feel
alone."

He nods his head. "And what of your friends?"

I shake mine. "They don't like me."

"And what of your husband?"

"Doesn't love me."

"And what of your parents?"

"Don't need me -- they have my sister."

Doctor nods and glances at the clock. "Well, our time is almost up. Any last thoughts?"

I don't change my gaze, which rests on the cactus plant sitting above the fake fireplace.

"No."
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Cerebral Fallacy Jan 2014
A Stench of Divinity - Rowan
It came upon the good doctor to clutch it in his palms
An object so sharp that blood oozes over its tip
Touching and clutching it he weeps tears of excess
Excess of the desire from where emerges life

Nothingness is the very excess that flows beyond being

Beyond the infinitesimal horizons of cosmic pleasure
The devil at play beyond the confines of the mind
Language the immanent trap that infinitely failed

Moving beyond the pale meditation of holy dignity

Gods emerge from the midst of haunting madness
The excess of the gods, divine excrement turn into dust
The sweet aura of the banished god- the scavenger

The very life of the gods contained with death and play
They danced across spaces, traversed beyond scope
Their bodies decay as stars while their excess reaches within
Within every marked desert of intoxication that grasps infinite depth

Weeping in the midst of the great gulf, the gods fade as the night
They emerge as beasts and flowers amidst the deep of the sea
The fall into madness, excess, passion and excrement
Perfume is but the odour of man turning into dust

Even the glory of the gods reflected divine excrement

Every entity an extension of another, the cosmic essence
That binds and destroys life as movement unfolds beyond reason
The essence beyond the shared catastrophe that binds life to itself

The good doctor watches the blood ooze from the body
Blood being the testimony of immanent frailty which traumatizes being
His tears dilute his blood as trauma sustains life
It falls into the ground and the divine fruit is born

The essence of goodness contained within the germ of madness

Madness that tantalizes the notion which shames reason
The realm of divinity where infinite wisdom dwells
It dwells in the midst of bliss- Ananda !

The God of Bliss awakens as the stench of being enters the heavens
The creator weeps as he watches the excess of heavens multiply
The object that the good doctor possesses drives him into oblivion
Never more is the world haunted by the gods !

Bliss even the bliss that is found in the mountaintop

Where the last god lay and washed his feet with perfume
And the milk of the divine yak nourished the heavenly nymphs
Charged with ****** excess, paradise lay in the midst of hell

The good doctor returns to the womb from whence he came

Beyond the confines of trauma, desire and being
Every creature watched as he lay the world bare and nacked
Never again will the gods return to plague the world

Then lie the bodies, cold, writing in pain and pleasure, leaning on love
Bodies that desire the gods of old to sustain trauma and jouissance
Where is the good doctor now? Whence will he return my love?
And there in her eyes, the beauty of the world lay

I looked at her and in an instant her eyes transformed reality

Oceans swept the depth of the horizons, stars became angels
Time turned into eternity and the darkness ebbed into nothingness
Trauma was rent apart and life was bound by divine love

I kissed her lips and as I wept I beheld the good doctor

He lay dying in the depth of the traumatic vengeance
His organs lay in the excrement of totality
His eyes gauged out, his ears rent apart and his mouth torn asunder

His limbs were scattered and his intestines emptied

The years of his life at an end and his body dismembered
Disseminated, the stench of the lifeless corpse filled the universe
I looked at her and it was the stench of love

I looked into the heart of darkness and I wept

The sound of my anguish filled the halls of time and space
The pillars of paradise was torn asunder and rent Hades apart
Eternal sorrow that sustains our love

And then as I beheld the futility of existence I kissed her lips again
I closed my eyes and I experienced the touch of the heavens in her mouth
And in the infirmary  his body lay among the dead
His organs burned as a sacrifice to atone for existence

Existence, trauma and excrement echo the cry of divine justice

And here the body lay without its organs and we were too sorrowful was beyond
measure
We then buried his cold body under the stars in the heaven
We saw the scars from where his organs were rent asunder

A corpse contains the testimony of death as he gather everything to himself

But a corpse without organs? What does it contain?
Must it not contain death and trauma itself?
And here his hollow body lay, and death the parasite

A parasite's life lies in the life of the organs within the body
When the organs cease of give life, the enemy perishes
And death lay dying in the grave he decayed
The good doctor lay in the realm of darkness forever !

The blood and his tears have now produced fruit !

It was its fragrance that brought life to darkness
In the darkness of the night my lover went into the grave
Fearing not what lay in the midst of the darkness

Wind is the master of time, she flies beyond the medium that she animates
The wind carried in her ***** the fruit of blood and tears
And then she saw that the keeper of the dead leave the confines of his realm
The wind blew beyond measure into the land of the living

And then I kissed her in the graveyard one last time

For she was too sore to live but her eyes spoke one last time
And there I saw the good doctor was not dead ! He smote his foe in the deep !!
His fruit was now beyond the grave where they lay him !

The hollow of his body is now the testimony of love and eternity !
And there I awoke from my dream and my heart skipped a beat !
My desire was water was now beyond measure and I looked into the river
In the sky I saw that love is the very excess that engulfs desire !
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Shari Forman Mar 2013
"Traveling Through Life"
… “Ready Scarlett; one, two, two and a half, three,” said dad looking as proud as ever.

It was my eighteenth birthday, the one and only year that I finally would graduate from
High School. The ecstatic moment when I get my diploma and the rush I would get
from wanting to rapidly pursue my career. I knew that I’d surely get a scholarship in
life science, all about animals. The one and only thing that blockaded my chances of
having a future life was me having to suffer from diabetes and few heart problems.
Other than that, I was in for all new surprises.

“Scarlett Perkins, would you now gracefully make your way up for your diploma.”

The principal of the school should’ve spoken louder so people could hear, but when I
smiled, he got a warm feeling and smiled right back. I know I’m not supposed to make
a speech or even say anything, but meaning I’m officially finished with high school and
by law, allowed to live on my own, I thought I’d say something that my family would
never forget.

“Thank you Principal Williams.” “I will always strive to improve on what I struggle
with the most. I am proud of myself as an honor student and will always think
positively. Whether it’s finding a cure for my heart problems, leaving my best friends
behind to let them pursue their careers, or finding someone to love and to cherish for
the rest of my life; preferably Jewish and good looking…

Audience laughs

“I will work up to my very best and even further if possible. Thank you all for your
time.”

Audience claps and cheers me on.

“Well, time to go to sleep ladies and gentleman, as the day is officially now over.” “I’m
really proud of you Scarlett. You sure have the guts to get up there and give a fantastic
speech, you see, I have barely any guts left; kids beating me up in your grade, but
overall, I’m good.”

All I could do at that point was listen and smile at his humorous jokes.

It was a long car ride home with the window ajar and my mom having to stop short at
every yellow light. It is just her thing now a day’s. My brother, James, was wearing his
usual, yet casual, short-sleeved shirt with coterie shorts.

I had to open the window fully as if the humidity increased

about ten percent in the last few minutes. My graduation gown made me sweat even
more and feel much overheated. My mom was wearing her new, loose fitting blouse
with jean shorts. I would have to admit, my dad looked rather cool with his dark shades
on even though it looked as if it was impossible to see through them.

“I’m very proud of you Scarlett. Hey, who knew that such a bright girl could make a
speech like that,” said dad.

“Thanks dad, it wasn’t that hard to make a speech like that. I was more excited then
nervous,” I said.

“So Scar, who’s having this graduation party honey?” Said mom.

“Mom, it’s just going to be a party with my close friends and maybe a few kids from
school. Jake said he might be able to come too.”

“Ooh, Scarlett and Jake…” said my brother.

“Are you really going to be that immature on my graduation day?”

My brother and I always end up arguing about something. James lay back, looking
relaxed while listening to his I-pod.

We arrive home at about once thirty eager to see our grandparents whom we haven’t
seen in ages. They were on my dad’s side of the family.

“Hey, what’s cooking mom, dad?” said Dad.

Mom and dad both walk over to greet grandma and grandpa as well as James and I.

“My James, you’ve gotten so tall since I last saw you. Oh, and older too”, said grandma.

“Yeah, I just turned fourteen a couple of months ago,” said James.

“And who have we here?” “Happy eighteenth birthday Scarlett.” said Grandma.
… My friends pick me up at about six at night. They are the kind of friends that you
would call very fortunate. Chelsea’s car is a silver Honda that costs close to the amount
of $20000. To tell the truth, I don’t know how and where she gets that kind of money
from as only a teenager. I know only one thing; she doesn’t have a job yet.

I got my first and only job about a week ago at a pet shop explaining to people how to
care for certain animals.

“Chelsea, how long is the party till?”

“Till around ten,” replied Chelsea.

“How many people are going to be there,” I asked.

“Don’t worry so much Scarlett; they’ll be about twenty of the people from school that
we know.” Said Tory from the backseat of the car

“Okay, no more questions.” I said. “Party it up baby!”

Chelsea, Tory, Veronica and Katy all smile and laugh at my remark. I smile as well.

We all arrive at the party ten minutes later. She was right on account of about twenty
other graduates from school there. After all, Chelsea’s house looked spectacular!

She had a sign with big letters saying, “We’re the 2005 graduates!” Boy I felt so proud of
myself and for once, relaxed.

“So I think It’s really cool that you are interested in animals. I love that subject as well.
Great speech Scarlett!” said a girl named Rachel from school

“Thanks a lot Rachel,” I replied as I went to get a cup of water.

Something slowly wrapped around me as I was pouring a glass of water.

“Whoa, you scared me there for a second.”

“I wouldn’t say that I’m that much of a creeper Scarlett,” replied Jake.

The DJ (graduate) started to play some popular, current music in which we could all
dance to. I head with Jake to the center of Chelsea’s enormous living room to go and
dance with everyone else. I knew Jake for a long time now and he definitely out danced
everyone on the dance floor with his cool moves.

The music started to get so loud that I couldn’t hear myself talk or even think for that
matter.

“Hey Katy and Veronica, I’m going to go outside for a little bit. Can you please tell
Chelsea if you see her?” I said.

“What’d you say?” said Veronica in a loud tone.

“Never mind.” I replied.

I took a couple of steps, then straight to the ground while holding my chest. Jake ran
over to me like lightening.

“Scarlett, are you okay?” “Scarlett, Scarlett, Scarlett!” cried Jake with fear in his eyes.

It eventually got to the point where I fully blanked out, not being able to hear or see a
thing.

...When I woke up, I was a little scared and baffled as to where I was and what
happened. I further noticed my mom and dad looking as nervous as ever by the look of
their faces, and my boyfriend Jake coming towards me frantically.

“Oh, my God Scarlett, are you alright? You look so pale sweetheart,” said dad softly.

“What happened honey? Do you feel dizzy or motionless? Said mom extremely
worried.

“Did I blank out or something? Oh, I feel so dizzy and I have a migraine.” I said
helplessly.

I moaned hopelessly and tried falling back to sleep. That didn’t work because I also had
another part of emotion on me and that was guilt. I felt terrible that I ruined the most
important party of my life, and possibly, the last party I’ll ever go to.

“It’s going to be okay Scarlett. I’ll ask the doctor to give you some Advil for your
headache and please try to get some rest. Try not to think about the pain in your chest.”
said Jake.
I know he was trying to be nice to try and help me and cheer me up, but visualizing
pain in my chest felt painful to me and I tried not to cry.

He smiled at me holding my hand. I smiled back at him hugely.

“I’ll be right back sweetie.”

About five minutes later, the doctor came to check up on me.

“Hello Scarlett; Mr. and Mrs. Perkins, I’m doctor Isenman.”

“Nice to meet you said dad.”

“I’m just going to ask you Scarlett, how much pain do you have from one to ten?” said
the doctor.

“Eight, I replied without any enthusiasm; my head still on my pillow with my eyes
shut.”

The doctor turned from having a smile to a serious frown. The doctor told me to drink a
lot of water to prevent the suffrage of dehydration. Dr. Isenman also told me to take it
easy and try to relax for the next couple of days. I vowed to take his advice because he
was definitely right.

“Scarlett, you have a very high fever of 103.5. I want you to drink every cup of water to
ease the fever.” said the doctor.

“Okay,” I said without lifting my head or opening my eyes.

As the doctor leaves, I see Jake coming back with Motrin in which he probably got from
one of the nurses and an ice pack.

“Put this on your head scar to ease the fever.” said Jake.

“Thanks for staying with me Jake, but you don’t have to stay much longer. You should
go home and rest.” I said.

“I want to stay with you though.

He paused.

“I don’t know if now would be a good time to tell you that I got a scholarship in football
for the whole season; but, I did.” said Jake.

“Wow Jake, that’s amazing; very impressive. You’ll be the star quarterback.” I said.

“I hope so; thanks Scarlett, and one night in the hospital couldn’t hurt, right?” said Jake.

“Nope.”

… “How are you feeling baby?” said mom.

“It’s morning already, I’m feeling much, much, much better now!”

“That’s very, very, very great.” said dad.

Jake walks up to me with a grin on his face.

“So I heard you’re feeling better?” said Jake.

“Yeah, I’m feeling good.”

“So I was thinking, how about just you and I see your favorite singer, Billy Joel, in
concert this Saturday.” said Jake.

He pulled out two tickets from his front pocket and my face enlightened greatly.

“Oh, my God! Are you serious? Thank you so much Jake! That sounds like a terrific
idea! Thank you so much; this was so nice of you.” I said.

“You have to have some fun after a miserable; well half miserable birthday.” said Jake.

“You’re the nicest guy I ever met Jake.”

He leans in to give me a kiss on the cheek. We both smile and my parents, brother, Jake
and I, walk out of the hospital very serene and calm.

The next day, I found myself working overtime in Joe’s Pet Shop. I was already used to
all the animals there and treated them as if they were my own pets. One of the animals,
a puppy, I had a very strong connection with and knew very well.

A lady walked in the pet shop with a girl that looked about my age, if not, older.

“Excuse me Scarlett, can I take out that puppy just to play with?” said the girl.

She scared me for a second when she called me by my name, but then I realized I had
been wearing a nametag.

“Sure,” I said. “No problem.”

“Thanks, do you live around here?” she asked.

“Yeah, I live right near the mall. Michigan’s great.” I said.

“Yeah, I agree.

“Do you go to high school here?” I asked.

“That’s great; I just graduated from high school here about two days ago.”

“Wow, congrats! Oh, sorry; when I talk it can be forever. My name’s Amanda.” She
said.

I laughed at the thought of her when I was the one who’d talk till sun down.

“So here’s our little puppy.”

Soft and not afraid, one who would strongly adore all thee who gave it no arm; all
affection and this little puppy grew with happiness every time.

Five minutes later, my companion and I settled down on the smooth carpet, chatting
intensely.  I nice, lonely girl she was, or assumed to be, and my companion and I went
to extraordinary places; unforgettable times I shall cherish for the rest of my life. The
park, where children jumping around of all sizes, smiled of the excitement, no stress, of
their day. As I listened deeply to my companion, she had something wrong with her as
well. Not just any sickness for that matter, diabetes, the poor thing suffered from. I now
knew, my friend and I had much in common; she felt as a younger sister to me in a way;
a good way.
… The next day, my lover, Jake and I were walking eagerly to the C.L.D.I. Stadium in
Michigan.

“Are you excited Scarlett?” said Jake, nearly alarming me there.

“Yeah, definitely.” I responded with all emotions there.

On the way to the concert, I told him aout my friend and how she was like a close
companion to me. She was a nice, clean girl with a bright future.

“This concert is amazing Jake!”

“What’d I tell you.” And to top it all off, front row seats.” said Jake trying to sound cool.

All of a sudden, right before my very eyes, the place turns pitch black, the lights
flickering on and off; showing different colors all at once. This was something I wasn’t
used to at all.

Jake started getting up and singing and dancing to the music. His dancing was
cowardly, but his singing was reasonably good. He got me to my feet and started
dancing with me when there were fun and slow songs.

Halfway through the concert I got a phone call from my friend. She sounded as if she
couldn’t breathe the whole time. The words I could make out were “Can’t breathe…
help and Joe’s Pet shop.

“I have to go Jake; I’m very sorry. Thank you for inviting me, but this is an emergency.
Bye Jake.” I said quickly.

As I ran out of the stadium to my car, I drove my stick shift car with full speed ahead.
Honking my horn to make cars go faster didn’t seem to work well, but I got there in less
than ten minutes.

About fifty police cars were lined up near the pet store. The sound of sirens of a police
car going off gave me butterflies. And, right before my eyes lay my companion dead on
the ground. In total shock I was, having chills at the moment. Amanda’s parents were
crying while their dearest daughter had been taken to the hospital. I knew right then
and there… She wasn’t coming back. My good friend, my nicest friend, had died before
my eyes and she wasn’t coming back.
… At the hospital, I viewed nurses and doctors trying to pump her chest with air and
taking her blood pressure. Everything was spinning inside my head and I didn’t know
what to say.

… There was no pulse, the doctor told her parents as I was praying for her. My friend,
Amanda, had done nothing wrong to deserve this. Luckily, God spared my life, yet,
there was nothing to be done to spare my friend’s life.
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Macy Opsima Oct 2015
Doctor
Doctor, oh doctor
Help me breath again,
Stitch up the lines on my wrist
And paint my desolate brain

Doctor, oh doctor
I couldn't feel my face
They told me I would be okay,
They told me it was just a phase

Doctor, oh doctor,
I feel like death
Everything hurts,
And I don't want to breathe again
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Shari Forman Feb 2013
"Traveling Through Life" (Short story)
… “Ready Scarlett; one, two, two and a half, three,” said dad looking as proud as ever.

It was my eighteenth birthday, the one and only year that I finally would graduate from
High School. The ecstatic moment when I get my diploma and the rush I would get
from wanting to rapidly pursue my career. I knew that I’d surely get a scholarship in
life science, all about animals. The one and only thing that blockaded my chances of
having a future life was me having to suffer from diabetes and few heart problems.
Other than that, I was in for all new surprises.

“Scarlett Perkins, would you now gracefully make your way up for your diploma.”

The principal of the school should’ve spoken louder so people could hear, but when I
smiled, he got a warm feeling and smiled right back. I know I’m not supposed to make
a speech or even say anything, but meaning I’m officially finished with high school and
by law, allowed to live on my own, I thought I’d say something that my family would
never forget.

“Thank you Principal Williams.” “I will always strive to improve on what I struggle
with the most. I am proud of myself as an honor student and will always think
positively. Whether it’s finding a cure for my heart problems, leaving my best friends
behind to let them pursue their careers, or finding someone to love and to cherish for
the rest of my life; preferably Jewish and good looking…

Audience laughs

“I will work up to my very best and even further if possible. Thank you all for your
time.”

Audience claps and cheers me on.

“Well, time to go to sleep ladies and gentleman, as the day is officially now over.” “I’m
really proud of you Scarlett. You sure have the guts to get up there and give a fantastic
speech, you see, I have barely any guts left; kids beating me up in your grade, but
overall, I’m good.”

All I could do at that point was listen and smile at his humorous jokes.

It was a long car ride home with the window ajar and my mom having to stop short at
every yellow light. It is just her thing now a day’s. My brother, James, was wearing his
usual, yet casual, short-sleeved shirt with coterie shorts.

I had to open the window fully as if the humidity increased

about ten percent in the last few minutes. My graduation gown made me sweat even
more and feel much overheated. My mom was wearing her new, loose fitting blouse
with jean shorts. I would have to admit, my dad looked rather cool with his dark shades
on even though it looked as if it was impossible to see through them.

“I’m very proud of you Scarlett. Hey, who knew that such a bright girl could make a
speech like that,” said dad.

“Thanks dad, it wasn’t that hard to make a speech like that. I was more excited then
nervous,” I said.
“So Scar, who’s having this graduation party honey?” Said mom.

“Mom, it’s just going to be a party with my close friends and maybe a few kids from
school. Jake said he might be able to come too.”

“Ooh, Scarlett and Jake…” said my brother.

“Are you really going to be that immature on my graduation day?”

My brother and I always end up arguing about something. James lay back, looking
relaxed while listening to his I-pod.

We arrive home at about once thirty eager to see our grandparents whom we haven’t
seen in ages. They were on my dad’s side of the family.

“Hey, what’s cooking mom, dad?” said Dad.

Mom and dad both walk over to greet grandma and grandpa as well as James and I.

“My James, you’ve gotten so tall since I last saw you. Oh, and older too”, said grandma.

“Yeah, I just turned fourteen a couple of months ago,” said James.

“And who have we here?” “Happy eighteenth birthday Scarlett.” said Grandma.

… My friends pick me up at about six at night. They are the kind of friends that you
would call very fortunate. Chelsea’s car is a silver Honda that costs close to the amount
of $20000. To tell the truth, I don’t know how and where she gets that kind of money
from as only a teenager. I know only one thing; she doesn’t have a job yet.

I got my first and only job about a week ago at a pet shop explaining to people how to
care for certain animals.

“Chelsea, how long is the party till?”

“Till around ten,” replied Chelsea.

“How many people are going to be there,” I asked.

“Don’t worry so much Scarlett; they’ll be about twenty of the people from school that
we know.” Said Tory from the backseat of the car

“Okay, no more questions.” I said. “Party it up baby!”

Chelsea, Tory, Veronica and Katy all smile and laugh at my remark. I smile as well.

We all arrive at the party ten minutes later. She was right on account of about twenty
other graduates from school there. After all, Chelsea’s house looked spectacular!

She had a sign with big letters saying, “We’re the 2005 graduates!” Boy I felt so proud of
myself and for once, relaxed.

“So I think It’s really cool that you are interested in animals. I love that subject as well.
Great speech Scarlett!” said a girl named Rachel from school

“Thanks a lot Rachel,” I replied as I went to get a cup of water.

Something slowly wrapped around me as I was pouring a glass of water.

“Whoa, you scared me there for a second.”

“I wouldn’t say that I’m that much of a creeper Scarlett,” replied Jake.

The DJ (graduate) started to play some popular, current music in which we could all
dance to. I head with Jake to the center of Chelsea’s enormous living room to go and
dance with everyone else. I knew Jake for a long time now and he definitely out danced
everyone on the dance floor with his cool moves.

The music started to get so loud that I couldn’t hear myself talk or even think for that
matter.

“Hey Katy and Veronica, I’m going to go outside for a little bit. Can you please tell
Chelsea if you see her?” I said.

“What’d you say?” said Veronica in a loud tone.

“Never mind.” I replied.

I took a couple of steps, then straight to the ground while holding my chest. Jake ran
over to me like lightening.

“Scarlett, are you okay?” “Scarlett, Scarlett, Scarlett!” cried Jake with fear in his eyes.

It eventually got to the point where I fully blanked out, not being able to hear or see a
thing.

...When I woke up, I was a little scared and baffled as to where I was and what
happened. I further noticed my mom and dad looking as nervous as ever by the look of
their faces, and my boyfriend Jake coming towards me frantically.

“Oh, my God Scarlett, are you alright? You look so pale sweetheart,” said dad softly.

“What happened honey? Do you feel dizzy or motionless? Said mom extremely
worried.

“Did I blank out or something? Oh, I feel so dizzy and I have a migraine.” I said
helplessly.

I moaned hopelessly and tried falling back to sleep. That didn’t work because I also had
another part of emotion on me and that was guilt. I felt terrible that I ruined the most
important party of my life, and possibly, the last party I’ll ever go to.

“It’s going to be okay Scarlett. I’ll ask the doctor to give you some Advil for your
headache and please try to get some rest. Try not to think about the pain in your chest.”
said Jake.

I know he was trying to be nice to try and help me and cheer me up, but visualizing
pain in my chest felt painful to me and I tried not to cry.

He smiled at me holding my hand. I smiled back at him hugely.

“I’ll be right back sweetie.”

About five minutes later, the doctor came to check up on me.

“Hello Scarlett; Mr. and Mrs. Perkins, I’m doctor Isenman.”

“Nice to meet you said dad.”

“I’m just going to ask you Scarlett, how much pain do you have from one to ten?” said
the doctor.

“Eight, I replied without any enthusiasm; my head still on my pillow with my eyes
shut.”

The doctor turned from having a smile to a serious frown. The doctor told me to drink a
lot of water to prevent the suffrage of dehydration. Dr. Isenman also told me to take it
easy and try to relax for the next couple of days. I vowed to take his advice because he
was definitely right.

“Scarlett, you have a very high fever of 103.5. I want you to drink every cup of water to
ease the fever.” said the doctor.

“Okay,” I said without lifting my head or opening my eyes.

As the doctor leaves, I see Jake coming back with Motrin in which he probably got from
one of the nurses and an ice pack.

“Put this on your head scar to ease the fever.” said Jake.

“Thanks for staying with me Jake, but you don’t have to stay much longer. You should
go home and rest.” I said.

“I want to stay with you though.

He paused.

“I don’t know if now would be a good time to tell you that I got a scholarship in football
for the whole season; but, I did.” said Jake.

“Wow Jake, that’s amazing; very impressive. You’ll be the star quarterback.” I said.

“I hope so; thanks Scarlett, and one night in the hospital couldn’t hurt, right?” said Jake.

“Nope.”

… “How are you feeling baby?” said mom.

“It’s morning already, I’m feeling much, much, much better now!”
“That’s very, very, very great.” said dad.

Jake walks up to me with a grin on his face.

“So I heard you’re feeling better?” said Jake.

“Yeah, I’m feeling good.”

“So I was thinking, how about just you and I see your favorite singer, Billy Joel, in
concert this Saturday.” said Jake.

He pulled out two tickets from his front pocket and my face enlightened greatly.

“Oh, my God! Are you serious? Thank you so much Jake! That sounds like a terrific
idea! Thank you so much; this was so nice of you.” I said.

“You have to have some fun after a miserable; well half miserable birthday.” said Jake.

“You’re the nicest guy I ever met Jake.”

He leans in to give me a kiss on the cheek. We both smile and my parents, brother, Jake
and I, walk out of the hospital very serene and calm.

The next day, I found myself working overtime in Joe’s Pet Shop. I was already used to
all the animals there and treated them as if they were my own pets. One of the animals,
a puppy, I had a very strong connection with and knew very well.

A lady walked in the pet shop with a girl that looked about my age, if not, older.

“Excuse me Scarlett, can I take out that puppy just to play with?” said the girl.

She scared me for a second when she called me by my name, but then I realized I had
been wearing a nametag.

“Sure,” I said. “No problem.”

“Thanks, do you live around here?” she asked.

“Yeah, I live right near the mall. Michigan’s great.” I said.

“Yeah, I agree.

“Do you go to high school here?” I asked.

“That’s great; I just graduated from high school here about two days ago.”

“Wow, congrats! Oh, sorry; when I talk it can be forever. My name’s Amanda.” She
said.

I laughed at the thought of her when I was the one who’d talk till sun down.

“So here’s our little puppy.”

Soft and not afraid, one who would strongly adore all thee who gave it no arm; all
affection and this little puppy grew with happiness every time.

Five minutes later, my companion and I settled down on the smooth carpet, chatting
intensely.  I nice, lonely girl she was, or assumed to be, and my companion and I went
to extraordinary places; unforgettable times I shall cherish for the rest of my life. The
park, where children jumping around of all sizes, smiled of the excitement, no stress, of
their day. As I listened deeply to my companion, she had something wrong with her as
well. Not just any sickness for that matter, diabetes, the poor thing suffered from. I now
knew, my friend and I had much in common; she felt as a younger sister to me in a way;
a good way.

… The next day, my lover, Jake and I were walking eagerly to the C.L.D.I. Stadium in
Michigan.

“Are you excited Scarlett?” said Jake, nearly alarming me there.

“Yeah, definitely.” I responded with all emotions there.

On the way to the concert, I told him aout my friend and how she was like a close
companion to me. She was a nice, clean girl with a bright future.

“This concert is amazing Jake!”

“What’d I tell you.” And to top it all off, front row seats.” said Jake trying to sound cool.
All of a sudden, right before my very eyes, the place turns pitch black, the lights
flickering on and off; showing different colors all at once. This was something I wasn’t
used to at all.

Jake started getting up and singing and dancing to the music. His dancing was
cowardly, but his singing was reasonably good. He got me to my feet and started
dancing with me when there were fun and slow songs.

Halfway through the concert I got a phone call from my friend. She sounded as if she
couldn’t breathe the whole time. The words I could make out were “Can’t breathe…
help and Joe’s Pet shop.

“I have to go Jake; I’m very sorry. Thank you for inviting me, but this is an emergency.
Bye Jake.” I said quickly.

As I ran out of the stadium to my car, I drove my stick shift car with full speed ahead.
Honking my horn to make cars go faster didn’t seem to work well, but I got there in less
than ten minutes.

About fifty police cars were lined up near the pet store. The sound of sirens of a police
car going off gave me butterflies. And, right before my eyes lay my companion dead on
the ground. In total shock I was, having chills at the moment. Amanda’s parents were
crying while their dearest daughter had been taken to the hospital. I knew right then
and there… She wasn’t coming back. My good friend, my nicest friend, had died before
my eyes and she wasn’t coming back.

… At the hospital, I viewed nurses and doctors trying to pump her chest with air and
taking her blood pressure. Everything was spinning inside my head and I didn’t know
what to say.

… There was no pulse, the doctor told her parents as I was praying for her. My friend,
Amanda, had done nothing wrong to deserve this. Luckily, God spared my life, yet,
there was nothing to be done to spare my friend’s life.
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Terry Collett Apr 2016
INTERVIEW WITH A NUN 1959. (PROSE POEM)
Sister Paul stops by the door of her office, and halts Anne as she crutches herself along
the passage of the nursing home.
I need to have a word with you, Anne, Sister Paul says, eyeing the twelve year old girl
as she rests on her crutches.

What have I done now? Anne says, gazing at the nun with a sour face.

Nothing that I am aware of, the nun says, unless you have done anything I need to
know about.

Anne shakes her head, of course not, you know me Sister, butter wouldn't melt in my
mouth, Anne says.

The nun holds her tongue, after the meeting with Anne a few weeks back she had come
to understand Anne better, if that was possible, and came to view Anne more of an
imagined daughter, than a mere child come to the nursing home to recover from the
amputation, but a daughter she was glad she didn't have in reality.

Will it take long? Anne says impatiently, putting her head to one side like a bird
awaiting an early morning worm.

No not long, the nun says, gazing at the girl with as much patience as she can. The nun
opens her door for Anne to enter, and the the girl crutches her way past her into the
small room, and sits on a chair by the desk. The nun closes the door, and sits opposite
Anne.

The girl studies the nun casually. What's it about then? Anne says, sitting back in the
chair, rubbing her leg stump, trying to ease away the pain.

Doctor Maggee needs to see you, Sister Paul says.

What for? The girl says, her fingers rubbing along the stump.

About your leg, the nun says.

What about my leg? And which leg? Anne says, leaning forward, eyeing the nun.

The amputated leg, the nun says.

How can he see my leg when it isn't there no more, Anne says.

Sister Paul sits stiffly, and locks her fingers together as if to form a finger church. The
doctor needs to see how the stump is healing, the nun says.

I don't want no doctor to touch my leg stump, Anne says, they’ve done enough with it
as it is.

He needs to examine your leg, the nun says, to make sure it is healing.

I'm not letting a male doctor touch my stump, Anne says moodily, eyeing the nun.

You will not be on your own, myself or one of the other sisters will be with you, Sister
Paul says.

Anne pulls her skirt over her stump, and puts her hands in her lap. I want the Kid with
me, Anne says.

The nun frowns. What Kid is this? The nun says.

Benny, my friend, my only friend in this dump, Anne says gazing at the nun.

I'm not sure that would be allowed, the nun says, flexing her fingers, staring at the girl.

Then I don't see no fecking doctor, Anne says, rising up from the chair, grabbing her
crutches.

Sister Paul closes her eyes, pushing the word from her mind. Language, Anne, please,
no words like that.

They both sit in a moment's silence.

I'll see what the doctor says, and if he is happy for Benny to be with you while he
examines your leg, then so be it, the nun says.

Anne sits down on the chair again, puts the crutches beside her.

Are you sure Benny would want to see your leg stump? The nun says, unlocking her
fingers, and putting her hands flat on the table, palms downwards.

He's seen my stump many times, Anne says.

When has he seen your stump? The nun asks.

He sees it most days, sometimes he touches it, Anne says, defiantly.  

The nun reddens, and sits up straight, and stares at the girl. Why would he want to see
your leg stump and touch it? Sister Paul asks, trying to ease away the redness of her
face.

I said he could; he likes to see it, and touch it; after all, he is my friend, Anne says,
pulling a face, as the pain tightens in her stump.

Is it painful? Your stump? The nun asks, seeing the girl wince.

Yes most of the time, Anne says, and sometimes my feet itch, and when I go to scratch
them they're not there.

It is called a phantom leg, the nun says, the nerves think the leg is still there and tells
the hand to scratch.  

Anne sighs. Well can he? Can Benny come with me when the quack sees my leg stump?

The nun raises her eyebrows. She studies the girl, the way she sits, the way she looks,
and stares. A defiant child, she muses, one who would need a good bit of discipline if
she were a child at the Catholic school, but here in the nursing home, different rules
apply. I will have to see what the doctor says, the nun says.

No Benny, he don't see my stump, the quack, Anne says.

Sister Paul sighs softly, looks at the crucifix on the wall to her left, at the Christ hanging
there, hands nailed to the wooden cross. Our Lord bore His pain for us, the nun says, it
is thought to be an honour to share in His suffering, and pain, the nun adds gently.

I'd rather not share in any pain, I have enough of my own, Anne says, eyeing the old
plaster Christ on a wooden cross.

Perhaps the pain you have already, is sharing in our Lord's suffering, Sister Paul says.

I don't want to share His pain or suffering, Anne says angrily, I want my leg back, and
no fecking pain.

The nun closes her eyes, pushes the word away from her mind. We will see what the
doctor says about you having Benny with you, and I will explain to the doctor how you
feel, the nun says.

Anne reaches out and touches the nun's hand. It is soft, and warm, thin and clean. All
right, Anne says, let me know. She stands up, and grabs her crutches, and begins to go,
releasing sister Paul’s hand.

All right, the nun says, watching the girl crutch away, eyeing the sturdiness of the child,
the strength in each movement away.

The door opens, and closes.

The child has gone. Sister Paul sighs, and inwardly, softly cries.
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Tyler Zempel Dec 2018
The Entertainer
The Entertainer

Warmth soothes my soul on this beautiful July morning.

A stark contrast to the dream I had the previous night that was the complete opposite of
charming.
A violent storm tore apart my home leaving me in shambles, perhaps it’s a warning,