Dani H. Mefel's Stories

Mango

2007-07-16T15:48:16Z

We grow up
And We change
Lives get rearanged
Hearts get beaten and stained
Yet so many go on all the same,
I can’t keep this up
I feel this whole radical situation
Is deranged,
Life is an attempt at forever
An attempt in vain
Life looks at me
A face worn from disdain
And she ponders aloud
Why no one remains in her domain
Why no one out lives her name,

Her name lasting through time
Even long after this poem has run out of ways to rhyme
And its writer is still worth less then a dime
Life goes on
Even when things go wrong
She doesn’t seem to care
That we go on unaware,

Many say this maiden isn’t fair
But I think she has beauty that cannot compare
Even with death in her cold hard stare,
One day she will grow old
Her hair cut and sold
Her skin full of folds
She will have changed so much
Her hands loosing that delicate touch,
Her heart will be torn
Especially by peoples scorn,
But Life will go on
Even if not for so long,
She one day will surely die
If not her
Then surely I

Still, The Truth Suffers

2007-06-20T22:36:51Z

Staring hard face to face
Hands cold
Riddled with dirt and guilt and weary from the days biddings
A life proven for me quite fitting
Yet on a bed of nails up I stay sitting
Up all the night admitting
Taking the beating
And the truth suffers
The truth betrayed me
She laid
A hand upon my head
And said
Everything will be alright
As long as you’re dead
As long as you’re here with me
In this bed
And the Truth suffers
And this was a lie
She held me tighter and tighter still
Until she was holding me by the neck against our very will
The night quite and still
Listening for the dead to be killed
And quieter still
The crickets quiet
Their sick dream fulfilled
And along went the night
And around came the noises
And the truth suffers
With a dead body by her side
With a dead body to hide
With a dead that lied
With a dead body that took their fate
And did not cry
But only one last breathe a last pleading sigh
And the truth realized she loved her
And the Truth Suffered

And The Truth Suffers

2007-06-20T22:36:26Z

Before bed
The truth lies with me
Before long
I lye a awake staring at the insides of my eyelids
And the truth suffers
It hurts to open my eyes
But it hurts more to close them
Yet the truth does not care
And the truth suffers
The truth woke me up
And pulled off my bed sheets
So that the cold of the night could slap me
With a rough hand
And the truth suffers
The truth keeps me awake
Without being alive
With her shouts of agony
Leaving soft bells in my ears
And the truth suffers
She yanks hard at the wells in my stomach
So that her fingers tug at the swell of my bosom
And the truth suffers
She drags my heart down with her
And whispers to the lie come hither
Her and me together
We wither
Forever
And the Truth suffers

Knew No Love

2007-05-09T19:23:32Z

One day long, long, long, ago
A glance out of the corner of an eye
Turned into a hidden glare
A hidden glare
Turned into a full on stare
Before you know
They love playing with each others hair
They meet alone
Everything to themselves a silent dare

Then one day long, long, ago
They closed a door
Clothes drift to the floor
The room evaporates
And
Passion sings her song
And
The two them sing along
It goes on and on

One day long ago
The intoxication was over
Some how they became sober
From there the passion turned to anger
The anger to jealousy
Jealousy to hatred
Hatred wove lies and yet more passion

One day
It became a circle
They sang songs
Grew bonds
Ripped them apart
To flow back into life’s throng
Then it ceased
They ceased to exist

One day not too long ago
They stumbled upon each other
Each heart equally filled with the days’ woe
They held each others gaze
Filled with remembrance and haze

Then one lover said to the other
    “You were so many enemies ago”

Flowers For You

2007-05-09T02:07:59Z

I’ll give you flowers
You can eat them
I’d hope too far for you to keep them
You can crush them
It would be too much of a wish for you to love them
I don’t care
But please just take them
And all you have to do is take them
Just take these flowers and remember
Me a forever flickering ember
And, and all you have to do is take them
Take these flowers
And never forget the things I regret
The things you thought I’d never do
Are all in a bouquet just for you

Mommy?

2007-05-09T01:59:22Z

So we ran, until we realized that the people we had been pushing out of the way in the street were zombies. But we stopped very suddenly and Bill and I noticed a few things: 1. Zombies are stupid, probably because they don’t have brains, 2. They are very slow, some of their body parts tend to fall off, and 3. We were the only living things in sight, but some how there seemed to be more and more zombies by the minute.

I looked at Bill with a desperate expression.
“Hey your name was Ted, right?”
“Yea but-” I had been yanked so fast I was immediately dizzy and it took long for me to focus on what had happened.

A zombie had seized my shirt and was sniffing me. It was fresh it had skin even a hint of lipstick but it was foul, by far the worst smell my nose had ever had the most unfortunate displeasure with meeting. But the encounter was made all the more worse, because the damned thing was my tantalizing Mother.

A Respectful Liar

2007-05-09T01:37:20Z

Even though I never really was, they say I’m no good at lying and I suppose it’s true to a certain extent but I guess it really depends what I’m lying about. But more so I guess I’m a lot better at omitting, omitting the truth. This in certain respects is lying, at least to me. As many get older lying becomes a virtue.

And I guess I just got too old.

Before

2007-05-09T01:34:16Z

Why, what happened I used to be sweet I used to really mean what I said. Now I do wretched things that people tell me I should never do, I think things that no one especially some one like me should think. Every thing is full of revenge, spite, hatred, and agony but some how there is pleasure in it a different pleasure than before.

But now the only thing that will bring me pleasure is my innocence. Before there were no mistakes, everything was sweet, simple even the smallest of gifts would bring great joy. Before was different and some how even with everything that I have done now people still see me as they did before.

Ms. McLeod

2007-04-28T17:32:17Z

Her Teacher grown weary with wrinkles upon her face so deep as they may reach her skin, all the same she was sweet and thought of Clara too much. No other teachers looked at her she never raised a hand and got decent grades why should anyone care. But no that one teacher , she cared and maybe too much and there was but one feature that overjoyed dear Clara was that her teachers eyes were not of the deep blue hue of everyone else around her but a deep faded brown, very deep. Faded but so lucid. And all the time that the woman had chased her never once did Clara stop to think and ask herself what the does some old woman want from me?

The teacher asked too many questions and always even after the first months of school kept her name on the board in large cursive letters “Ms. McLeod” a name that was vaguely familiar to Clara.

Abandoned

2007-04-28T17:21:29Z

Clara, her eyes were as pitch black bold as she was deathly shy. She didn’t know her parents, she lived with them of course but they barely uttered words. Little was exchanged between the girl and the family she was an, the, outcast, sometimes she would have rather been beaten than ignored. But as it was her sister was perfect with the family eyes of crystal passed down from generation. Her mother was thin and her father barely graced being bald. Clara had but one freind Gi-Gi. She was imaginary . No ther children wanted to play with her. She was pale as if she had been drained of blood yet her hair no much lighter than the nights sky. She had never met her grandparents maybe that would have made a difference. Maybe they would have given her to them. She was almost surprised at the fact she had never been given up at all.

One day the family sick of the house moved for the sake of loosing Gi-Gi. And then so it came. Clara became the girl with no name.

I Think I Lost It

2007-04-28T00:25:29Z

Did I Lose it?
Did some one take it?
I doubt it
It’s gone
Some times I think I never had it
Cause it can seem so long since I’ve even had it,
Held it
That I don’t remember it
Where is it?
Will it ever come back?
Does it come to me?
Or do I go to it?
Does anyone wanna even try and help?
Or does everyone have some and want to keep it
It’s mine
I need it
It was me
It amde me
Now I’ve lost it all
At least
I think I lost it

It Starts With Sorry

2007-04-27T23:29:28Z

When we met that’s what I said
I held your eyes with my eyes for just a moment
Then I looked away
Too soon
I’m sorry
Is that how its supposed to start?
Isn’t that the way it ended?
Did it end?
Are we still in the beginning?
I’m so disoriented
I’m sorry
You should be too
I wished you loved me like I loved you
Then wishes don’t come true
I’ m sorry
That’s how I start my day
Especially with you
I tell the world I’m sorry
There is no me and you
Is that my fault?
If it is
I’m sorry for that too
I’m sorry you see me like this
I’ m sorry I’m like this
I’m sorry that we fell
But we should have realized that we were falling apart not falling in love
My world never did go on forever
It was never filled with blue skies or green trees
My world was of doors that needed keys and air that makes you wheeze
How was yours before I interrupted so
Was it full of beaches and sand
I’m sorry
Were you at the wrath of hearts command
Forgive me and my words
Let’s all start over
Hello,
I’ m sorry

Hospital Bed

2007-04-26T01:53:05Z

My last words before I die in my hospital bed,weak & spoon fed,my last words heard by strangers will be
I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life
And then silence & then there she went there she goes
Low & behold what evil grew in her bosom what sin & woe
The devil snatched her soul & never ever let go,Watch her hell unfold,as hell freezes over all,
& there they were looking at an old womens hospital bed young & crazed & spoon fed
Thinking of the things she dread
And how long she had longed to be dead
But slow & painful is how she goes
Unlike the quick unexpected death of her foes
The Nurse checks her once more
As her vital signs are dropped to the floor
She’ll never skip a beat again
Now there are only veins where her heart had once been
As someone dimmed the lights
& all bid her goodnight
And they had to ask how’s it feel to be gone?
And then there she went there she goes
Dead in a hospital bed
Leaving you alone to think about what she said
I’ve been waiting for this moment, this very moment all my life

Lock it, Locket

2007-04-26T01:26:22Z

Dear Love,
I give you my disregards
Dear Darling,
As I pick up my hearts broken shards
Dear Loss and Love,
I’ll drag you down farther
Dear Sugar,
I’m Riping at your pockets
Dear Baby,
Some how you will always live in my locket
Dear Honey,
You said you’d go to the four corners of the round earth
Dear Lovely,
Revenge is a dish better served cold
Dear Beautiful,
I never knew eyes like yours were so bold
Dear Sweetie,
And believe you me that your meal will send shivers to the bone
Dear Lover,
And you quiver in agony and begin to ache and moan
Dear Deary,
You’ll be in such bad pain
Dear Pumpkin,
From your brow to the tips of your toes that you’ll begin to talk like Sylvester Stallone

Home

2007-04-25T20:38:23Z

My lifes on the brink
My heart is so heavy
It will surely sink
I’m wondering whether I could ever think
No matter how long its been
Whether or not I am fully grown
This most certianly is not my home
It never has and never will
And yet here I stay paying the electric bill
and no matter how loud the sound
The House stands akward and still
No one ever seems to have their fill
And what I do is strictly against my will
Did I ask to live here?
Did anyone ask if it was okay with me?
Does anyone care?
Small or tall
Young or not at all
This home is not for me to call
Born here I was and raised I was here
But I have little attachment to what should be dear
And what I should love is what I most fear
This is not my home
When everyone is around I feel alone
And this paranoia won’t be gone
Although the sickness I have grown fond
But this is not my house or my place
When I look upon it I do not see my face
Home is where the heart is
That is what people say
But the heart is no where to be seen