THE COFFEE MUG

31st-3-2014 

Throw my red  heels off as I sat on the sofa, as i sip down coffee from a hand painted cup painted with care evry line trying to tell a story her fingers where like silk what did she mean? Feathers and a butterfly? Thinkg as I taste the smooth rich coffee the smell so divine.

Feathers ment courage to fight off the bad ones, red and brown butterfly ment significant news on the horizon .


By: sugaronwheels

Written for :The mag213

CRACKS IN THE WALLS

30-3-2014 

Forgive me for all the bad things I said, I didn't realise that I would have the same pain when I heard the same words I spoke to you.

I never thought I'd feel torn inside between love and dispare

Not knowing how to fix the cracks.

That the years have in carved in the walls of trust, We no longer talk like before only give looks and stares .

By: sugaronwheels

leftover tornado.

20-3-2014

Woke up, all this mes  

What happened? Im depressed

Everything is a blur.

Trying to remember the mess

Anxiously picking up scattered

Things from the wooden floor

Looking at clues like inspcter clouseau 

Falling over things what seems to be

A leftover tornado.Then like a flash

It all came back i turned back then lad 

Flat on my back and that was that.

Mag212

The cat with the red hat

The cat with the red hat

There once was a big fat cat

Who  had a big red hat

With long fluffy hair that sat on rug

And drank milk  out of a mug

After a nap he eat a big fat rat. 

By: sugaronwheels

Written for : The Roguen Nun Promht

Ripples Of Life

20-3-2014 

Ripples of motion  grow apart

Like life  everything is in it's own 

Orbit first you see it as one, then

Your stuned as life goes on, you 

Grow to learn that your alone. 

Even in the mothers woam until 

Your last destination, just enjoy 

The beauty of life and see how

When one thing has such delight. 

By: Sugaronwheels.  

Dark Soul.

My thoughts are tangled in this 

Nutshell of mine.

Nothing helps unwire threads of electrical Fear, laying on a Bed of pain and scolding memories as I  

Pull the sheets of regret over 

My head I try to decode the Pain

In my  head. 

I've wasted much time. In my dark Chamber the smell of negativity

What once was so clear is now so haunted like a raven chancing me.

Dark soul ,pushes the light Away,to make room for darkness,it can be sensed by a Slumped body and a look form

My eye.

A Prsent from Mr. Sam.

From  Sargent Sam.

Written by: sugaronwheels

12-3-2014.

She sat on the door step every day

watching people pass by ,they would always somehow notice her

It must have been her black curly hair and her natural tanned skin

The passersby would smile or say hi she was only seven years old ,but she had that deep look in her eyes that say she understands the world

One day she was sitting at the same place when a old man walked by with a dog the old man looked very smart with his hat that was from the 30s . 

It was a great day it was a  Sunday 

The sun was shining there was no cloud to be seen it was a grate day for a picnic so her father decided that there was going to be a outing 

She helped her mother pack the food and went to the park.

As she was playing with  other children she saw a familiar face!

It was the smart old man and his dog , she jumped off the swing ran to the old man with her big smile on her face she didn't have a care in the world that her two front teeth where missing and said : Hi good morning ,and pat the Jack Russells head  the dog seemed very happy to see her, he jumped up and started to lick her face. 

The little girl sat beside listening to stories told by him her big black eyes sparkling when he got to a interesting part,it was time to go home, she thanked him and skipped on her way back .

The days went by the same way, 

One day she didn't see the old narrator

She missed the stories that he told her on the step that they used to sit on after that day in the park.

Her mother saw how sad she had became,The next day A young Lady

Rang the door bell her father opened the door and she was holding a doggie .Rose came running down the stairs nearly falling down, she saw the dog she looked behind the lady hopping her old friend would be just hiding , but no he wasn't.  The lady said : It was his last wish that you keep Mr. pach. Rose stood in silence wondering what she meant? She didn't know anything about death,it was the first time , the lady handed over Mr.Pach to rose with a envelope it was a letter from her old friend. 

THE LETTER. 

" MY DEAR LITTLE RAY OF SUNSHINE I THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY LIFE WORTH WHILE IVE NEVER HAD CHILDREN AND YOU GAVE ME A CHANCE TO FEEL WHAT IT'S LIKE, I HAVE TOLD YOU A LOT OF STORIES, DON'T FORGET THEM THEY WILL HELP YOU AS YOU GROW UP AND BECOME A BEAUTIFUL PERSON, I HAVE LEFT MR. PACH FOR YOU TO LOOK AFTER HE LOVES YOU VERY MUCH

KEEP SMILING .

LOVE: SARGENT SAM ".

 

                 The End.