Francine's Stories

Bottled love

2008-05-04T16:06:48Z

She gives love from the bottle
Dripping dripping, slowly dripping
Upon me
I want her love
Poured all over me
I yearn to guzzle it down
And drown in it
But she just lets love
Drip
Drip, slowly drip
Upon me

I’m a withering flower
I suck each drop in
With pathetic speed
Deep into my roots
It spreads throughout me
Momentarily
Then my spilt-secound relief
It’s gone

She gives love from the bottle
Dripping dripping, slowly dripping
Until I’m a shriveled dry mess
Burried in the hot orange sand of a desert
With the sun pounding down on my back
Blistering, burning until im just
A pile of black ash

I cry so hard my throat is dry
I am so parched
I beg for more from the bottle
Yet she still gives love sparingly
Teasing me with one drop
Liquid love flows through my veins
Giving me hope
Just enough for survival

I want to swim in an abundance of love
Oceans and oceans of love
I give in to her
Now there is nothing
Under her blazing sun,
But dry cracked sand

Torn [Apology Challenge]

2008-04-24T21:37:37Z

I’m so sorry for leaving after our summer of love.
You showed me the world in a way I’ve never dreamed of.

But I had to go back to this life-sucking hell,
I was born into this family and they depend on me as well.
I’m a parent to my mother
And my autistic brother.

My heart is torn to shreds, I have lost your trust.
This distance is becoming a chore for us,
Forgive me my dear, know I love you
And in my heart I will forever remain true.

Freeing Jacob

2008-04-24T21:07:48Z

I stared at my shopping list,not really reading it.I regretted bringing Jacob to Walmart,he had thrown a temper tantrum infront of everyone when I refused to buy him a green pinwheel.I had given in and thrown it into the cart.His stubby arms reached for it now.Jacob attemped to make it spin, sputtering all over it with his jelly covered lips.He wimpered, then touched my lips and held the pinwheel up to me.I blew hard and Jacob’s eyes sparkled with wonder as he watched the pinwheel spin round and round.He giggled and clapped his hands.I smiled and looked into his blue green eyes.I wondered why he couldn’t talk like the other kids,I yearned for his voice.Just one little word out of my boy’s mouth.I’ve met other autistic kids through the support group who talked after getting help.I wondered how long it would take.Jacob noticed me staring at him and whinned,he hated eye contact. I pushed the cart up to the checkout,flipping through a magazine with tips for parenting.Suddenly Jacob let out an ear piercing scream.

The Battlefield

2008-04-24T00:36:39Z

Most of the wood my brother’s and I played in was recently bulldosed down. I walked across the bones of the gentle giants, pines, elms, buckeye, birch,oak, paw paw, all of my friends lay dead.Their bare, wirey, sharp, brown remains spread into a wide long path of tangled death. I walked upon the corpses with bare feet, my blood mixed with theirs.
The slaughtering lead me to a trail I was unable to see through the thick tangle of arms before.I follwed the trail until I came to a wooden bridge spread across a small creek. I crossed the bridge into a large, bright green field. I had seen this field from a distance, I would marvel at it’s beauty from afar since it was impossible to get to it through the thick forests and high cliffs.Yet now I had found a way.I sat in this field all day and all night.I was grateful for the green grass after a long, cold winter. I stared at it and ran my finger’s through the grass like lover’s hair.I looked into the graceful blue sky until it was speckled with the evening’s stars.

Carpe Diem

2008-04-23T23:36:26Z

I don’t care for the orange buds obnoxiously shooting from the bare spring branches.They’re a pathetic mimicry of autumn. Though when they bloom,they color into a majestic red. Like the leaves of the tree I used to climb in elementary school,during recess. I was forbidden to climb this “dangerous” tree. That didn’t make much sense to me,being that I was permitted to run atop the monkey bars and jump off of the swing set.I didn’t see what was so dangerous about climbing trees,infact I’ve never really seen danger in anything. Danger is just another mindset forbiding happiness,much like the depression I’ve been fighting for quite sometime. Seize the day or die trying, that’s how I try to live(now that I think about it, climbing a tree is not a good example of this). I’ve met many people who claim to carpe diem,but none who put this idea into motion.They look at me as stupid or crazy. However, I have learned there is much worse than death.Things can happen that will make you beg for death,things that find me.