Pieces

I hear it behind my imaginations
Naïve, it is so blissful
Each tap on the ground reminds me of what really is left behind
Just like a child I look for my path
Clear, Airy
Fresh, Complex at the same time
Memories bring down the curtains

Show is always the same
Same actors, story, feelings
Imagination only behind me
The enigma is that I expect for time to change
Strange the hand that never reaches out
Change only part of the process(redundant)
It is where the words and feelings merge into an alien space
Inside of my box of calamities

It Again

Wide open eyes blankly stare at the sky
Everything is dark, not a single star visible
The hour glass beside her seems to be a cruel joke.

It was like peering in a movie still not finalized
Gray images of a slight caress
Colors that strayed her common sense
Blurring every call of awareness
Heart beat after heart beat, mocking drums
Knowledgeable of a massive heart murmur

Blink once-dare
Blink twice, a smirk
Symphonies start to play and the hour glass seems to race against her awareness
Memories devour reality
Reality plays with Time
Every tick brings the tock of the farce sequence before her

Her cheek begins to bleed.
A disheartening crimson, lazy
Breathing, seemed necessary
It, choking her life essence.

Fingers intertwined, losing a battle
Over glassed eyes full of fallacy
Masked as grandeur
Open skies, stars illuminated.
Its soul, committing treason
Time, terminated.

It.

Running, as far as her legs could take her. She could hear her heart beat trying to rebel. No, she said it was not time to stop. She had to keep it up, otherwise what would be the point. Sweat was startng to drip from her forehead, the heavy breaths were a mirror to what her heart was feeling, working against. Today was not the day to have a one on one.

She hardly listened why would she listen today. People were idiotic if they thought that she was going to stop for a second and change any aspect of her self. They all made her upset. It was a rage that was quietly sitting, dormant until something set it off. It was a problem with someone like her. It was always running, bottling it up all the way to the top, shaking the contents in the bottle until it all exploded and the only things left behind are blank expressions. Never regret, she wondered why that was so. Mental Shrug and it all seemed normal to her.

Her heart refused and she buckle over and landed on her knees. She felt like screaming out of frustration what did it want. Yanking her sweater off her in anger she had nothing left but to concede. The heat started to rise and she could do nothing about it.

“Come on, you know we would have to have this conversation sooner or later” It always made it’s appearance during the night. Everything was shadowed. The stars illuminated a part of the sky but for some reason those balls of fire were never enough. There was always a corner that was unreachable.

She never spoke back. One would say what would be the point of these events if she never vocalized what she thought. It could never be what she felt, he was in charge of that. She was surprised it was not Cain on her tracks. It was just this pesky thing attached to her that at certain moments she had to pay attention too. Of course it would work against her.

Her breathing coming to back to its normal pace, it pushed her to be on her back with a huge thud. The pain was already unbearable. It was not making it any better.

” I am not here to advocate for Cain. You know full well what he has control of…I”

Managing a sarcastic laugh,”you expect me to believe that the person who controls my every feeling is not with you? I may be off it sometimes but come on, you have to give me some credit here.”

A pain ran through her body at the moment making her curl up in a ball.

“For once you might want to cooperate with me, this can stop you know if you just figure out how to unravel him from inside.”

Staying in her position, her eyes tightly closed and hands balled up inside her she had nothing to say. She was going to endure this as long as possible. He couldn’t do this to her forever.

“Understood. You are not going to help yourself is what you are saying? There has to be some king of control, I hope you know that. I can let you feel as much as you want but would not that bring a whole bunch of chaos Cain is trying to prevent, you could be part of that.”

It sighed in irritation. “Time. Don’t you think is an interesting concept”

Fear. That overwhelming mixture of emotions that was fear. Anxiety, uncertainty and open.

She only whispered, “No”

He smiled. That was always her weakness. Time. Memories.

Time

The children’s giggles could be heard resounding in the air. She smiled a little bit as she took a walk. The black converse she always had on were starting to get worn out. The recognizable star was fading into something that looked like it was done by five year old with a sharpie. The black color that boasted darkness now looked dull and out of shine. Even though it was a sign to get replacements she still put them on every morning. They were alive were they not? Until they decided to give up she would until then hang them up.

She wanted to test something on this mundane morning. There was never a day she did not have headphones adorn her ears. It was the only way to feel once in awhile, if he let her that is. There was this weird connection between music and her brain. It all worked together to somehow allow her to feel something. She always thought feelings were a peculiar thing. Leisurely taking each step, she heard the sound. The sad melody of a piano. Stopping suddenly, she looked around to try and see if she had somehow stepped into a music store or was nearby one but nothing like that was around. No human soul was out. Silence was reigning and yet there was someone that knew exactly what would happen. She did not know whether she wanted the melody to stop or keep going on. It was a seductive cry. The pain could be heard with every touch of the keys.

She walked faster. Maybe it would cease at some point, if she could control certain things certainly she could control something like this.

The enigma he sprung on her was frustrating. The hatred for his methods was beyond bearable but somehow he always enjoyed taking her to the past, breaking her for a long time and returning her to reality with a numbness that was addicting yet disgusting.,

He never took her back in time long enough to put the pieces together.

The agonizing attack on her heart started and she fell on her knees. Her black her covering her face as her eyes revealed her pain. The hazel eyes that were dormant turned into the same silver he had, the same color she loathe and wanted to see.

He kneeled down before her, a smirk spreading on his full lips. In his usual black suit he exuded confidence and arrogance.

She hated him, he knew that. her anger only grew and that made him happy.

Walls

The red coke can was just lying there. Fixated on the object she smirked a bit. She wondered how it got there. People were passing by without a care in the world. It was just thrown away and landed on the side of the street. It had a journey just like everything else. The headphones that were attached to her ear had fallen down. The piano melody had stopped suddenly.

Turning around, time stopped everything in its place. She could always sense him, it was an ordinary day. He was standing a few feet away from her and as always looking empty, just like the coke can resting on the sidewalk.

Her black converse took a step back. She was not going to stand here and let him torture her again. Another step back and she turned to fully run. Running as fast as her legs would take her. Time had managed to stop. It was so convenient for him to not let her feel. She would have awaken chaos in a mere seconds but that was also her danger. Breathing heavily she rounded the corner to an open area, where everyone was active again. Interesting.

She had not been listening. Frustration setting in she was suddenly rooted in place.

She could smell him, that subtle scent of harmony and hell. It was a scent she could not stand.

He was right behind her, “I’ve got you where I want you”

Her heart started to beat once again, the torture was just about to begin.

You

She was kneeling down. The skies were the same,nothing was out of place except for the being in front of her.

She loathed him. He had her right where he wanted her. She was trying to find a way to move from in front of him but every part of her being seemed to be tied down to the ground, as if everything inside of her was made of steel and a magnet was holding her down without a struggle.

She was tired and beyond docile. He was someone that she wish she could manipulate yet she could not. He was the one that kept her captive in this realm.

He smirked, his black and crimson colored wings were touching the ground. He sat down in front of her. There was always a cockiness to him and he was emphasizing it now more than ever. I guess being around Marcus had not helped one bit. How Marcus protected Cain was beyond her. It was one of the reasons she could not trust Marcus. Who was he being around another being like Cain.

Marcus was the one that had some semblance of sympathy.

He reached to caress her cheek. She moved her head away, she would have broken his hand but he was a smart cookie tying her down before anything took place.

“Why are you here Cain? I thought our meetings were not going to be this close. I absolutely hate having to see you,at least that is my brain tells me.”

He nodded, “Oh I know dear. It is not like I can help myself. Things have to get done and well since Marcus seems to have a soft spot I cannot let time just fly away now can I?”

“Just let me go, Marcus already came around and did what he had too.” Struggling a bit to out of the bonds that tied her hands.

“Oh i am not here for that…” He stood up and his wings lifted up a bit now totally off the ground. His wings were glorious. The only thing she admired. They were dark but there was a certain allure to them.

Whatever he was going to do it was not going to be pleasant.

Blink

The breeze was gentle as always. The beach front bar was pretty empty, except for the girl sitting there with a glass of water. She was not sure what she was searching for, everything was in its place but somewhere in her world things were out of sync. There was a simmer frustration. The funny part of it all was that she thought it but nothing was happening to that internal organ that kept everything else alive. Peculiar. Her eyes still set on the view in front of her. He appeared behind her. He always had that habit. She used to be able to gauge when he would appear but lately she was far away from her duties and responsibilities. Her mind wondered into planes in this world that only made her feel quite worthless. The puzzles were incomplete and she did not know if she could ever find the solution.

“Why are you here again Marcus? I did not cause for anything to shift. I am just sitting here, pondering life. The usual.” Her sarcastic tone was the one that always made him laugh. If it was not an exaggeration she would say something nothing near the truth.

He smirked and nodded slightly. “I am not here to claim anything or scold you, although that always seems fun. I’ve come to unburden you a bit”

Still not turning around to face him, he could feel her smile a bit. “I really doubt that. Since when is your job to unburden me Marcus?”

“Let’s just say, it takes a load of for me as well” He walked to finally face her and put his hand over her  sleeping dragon tattoo. It’s wings spread and she doubled over in pain. Marcus can only watch her in helpless need as she finally let her knees drop to the floor and take hold of her chest, wanting to stop the pain.

He breathed in and let her get to the final stage. She was still on the floor.

“Are you Ok…I” he reached out to help her get up and she swatted away his hand.

She started to bitterly laugh. A laugh he had heard million of times before but this time it was heavy and angry. ” Is this what you want me to feel Marcus? Is this how you want me to correlate my thoughts to feelings? I cannot tolerate it. It feels disgusting. The overflow of it all. Why? This is not…”

He sighed, “I am not here to make your life worse than it already is, I just came to give you some release. I know it can get very bad, I “

She managed to get up and her eyes that were once hazel were not a dark silver, it anything they were an indicator of what was going on inside. Something he had mixed thoughts about.

All of her emotions came rushing at once and that smirk with a tinge of sarcasm was long gone and instead there was a deep sadness etched on her face.

“I need you to set me back…I can’t stand this Marcus. I do not need to remember and feel my timeline, tell him to come himself instead of sending his lackey” Anger deep sated anger was beginning to surface.

He knew she did not mean it but there was nothing he could do.

He could feel the weather change. The breeze went from flirting with everyone to an eerie silence. He shouldn’t have but it hurt him to see her this way. Problem was, she was not allowed to be like everyone else. She alone could control night and day and with that was tied a small yet big part of her.  He could only give her a few minutes before a tsunami would hit everything full force.

Just before he decided to close her heart, Cain’s presence filled the space and he did not know what would happen.

Tension yet an interest dance around and maybe he was not ready to bring her back.

Time Control

She was silently reading as the wind went on about its course. The kids on the playground yelling and laughing as if the day never has a consequence. The skies were in control. There was never a doubt that what was about to happen would never be remembered. Change? Oh it would happen to whom or to what would be climax in everyone’s story book.

She flipped the beige and crinkled page over. It was one of her favorite book. It seemed like she was stuck in a vortex or suffocating feelings when it came to this certain piece of literature. She did not know this of course. Sighing, suddenly a shadow overcast her. She kept on reading, figured it was the clouds.

“I think it’s time don’t you think? the voice was deeper and determined.

Holding out his hand he turned the dial on his watch back. She only slightly was able to protest.

Time was no longer in her favor.

A girl is seen sitting on an old bench with a pen in hand. It was the pen she loved more than ever. She had packets of pen at home from every shape and color imaginable but they never did the trick. No sound around and the sun was getting ready to head home. It was the only and healthy way to express her feelings. Her hand jotting down every word that came to her heart, her face set in determination to get every single drop of sadness out she suddenly stopped.

She took in shallow breaths, feeling as though she had just ran marathon she looked up from her comfortable universe and looked straight ahead.

There he was standing about 50 feet away from her, a smirk spread on his lips. Never moving.

Wearing a black suit, broad shoulders and the most intriguing thing out of his ensemble was the silver watch that was wrapped around his left wrist.

It was autumn, 10 years ago.

Undefined

Inverted. Something or someone has inverted the way the skies became alive and died. Small lights covered the dark scenery. Kids played contently, adults on their new technology derived cellphones, and people bustling along the streets. I guess enough souls had been swallowed to give energy to the day. The moon alive and serene. There was always something peculiar about it. It is a ball of light that only survived off the ones below. Terrifying perhaps at times but for today there was enough to last a week.

The problem would arise then the sun decided to return. They never knew how to adapt to it. It was beyond what they witnessed every night with the moon. They could not step outside. They were already weak as it was but the yearning to bask in the warmth that the yellow star provided was one only the old ones were able to talk about. Even so, they did not openly approach the subject, it was always a matter of curiosity. Bravery did not come around often and when it did, just like everything else the most you could do was fight to keep it around for as much as possible. Fear was always more domineering, precise, selfish. This is where everyone still stood. It was a vixen of course, it allowed for you to settle to hold on and look for a way to stay stagnant for as long as possible.

There were only a couple of hours left until the Sun would dominate the day. It would mean retreating into their houses and focusing on only falling asleep for a couple of hours. Not overwhelmingly so, if they did that meant nightmares would commence. Once they took over it meant they would have to be locked down for the rest of the night.

It all relied on that small girl with the red converse on.

Elements

The wind seemed to embrace everyone. Everything seemed to be in accordance and if everything was in harmony there was nothing that could topple it off balance. Idealists are adorable.

Red converse made their way towards the their next destination. A wisp of hair could be seen almost conversing with the wind. It was always a subtle invitation of peace that you could not have no matter how close it closed you in. The heavy bass was intruding her ears and into her brain. A small smirk spread across her lips, digging her hands in deeper to her sweater pockets. The color never changed, it was always gray. She believed it was colorful enough. A peculiar color that blended in with the day. Maybe it was a reflection of her own soul.

Her steps always at the same pace the song that was keeping its course made her heart vibrate. Music is the crimson blood that ran through her. It is also believe that it was the only element that made her open her hazel eyes and change the course of the day.

She could command the elements to her content. Emotions are the ones she had to keep away in a box. Preferable one that never had a key and lock. No hope of opening, just a decorative enigma sitting at the bottom of the immense and beautiful being that is the sea.

Her destination is to reach that small spec that illuminated the sky, before the night swallowed every corner of lights survival.

She never is able to make it. Today she could deduce would not be any different. The song suddenly changed to a slow tempo, a heart wrenching piano and a guitar could be heart crying in the background. Her smile fading into lips not into a dead flat line and all she could do was stop and look ahead of her. She could not skip the music. Conflicting because she wanted to keep being hypnotized by it.