Green ShadowsDestiny fell.
She was dead.
'Christ man, I told you not to overdo it!' Parkinson cursed, jabbing at the body with his right boot.
'Sorry man, the adrenaline got to me. First job, new gun.' Pause, 'Easter egg.'
Parkinson looked up at Hobbs and sighed; 'Just get over here and help hide the body. Boss won't be happy if he finds out the body wasn't disposed of properly.'
Hobbs nodded, and hobbled over to his commanding officer.
Grabbing Destiny by the hands, they dragged her to the center of the floor and stood back. The room was dark and silent except for the soft whirr of industrial fans. Everything seemed to glow a dark green, almost as though it were a game.
Parkinson looked up; the door across from him stood tall and wide; it's colour bright silver. The only thing that shone anything other than green.
'Listen,' He said, pausing; tilting his head to the left. Hobbs shook his head.
'It's nothing chief; just a breeze in the vents.'
Parkinson held up his hand as Hobbs continued to
Stand-Off MarauderThe gun click-clacked in his hands,
The centerpiece rolled over,
Locking another bullet into place.
'You see; there's one thing different,
Between you and I,'
He said, spit flying from his mouth.
I watched on as he weighed his weapon,
Feeling it against his skin,
Adjusting his strength and eyesight.
'You're a foolish boy; a marauder's son,
Defenseless and incapable,'
He spoke, words flying off his tongue.
He lifted his pistol in line with his eyesight,
Examined me down the barrel,
Examining me; his inevitable target.
'You come out here, eyes red with fury,
But you're just so immature,'
He scoffed, cocking his gun with ancient fingers.
I adjust my stance,
Ever-ChangingEvery day, she held the small round ball. Her friends would often steal it from her, and in their hands it would change colour. It would go from a dark yellow, and change to a bright red.
'Give it back!' She would cry.
They did, and it turned blue in her hands.
Her best friend noted its colour change as they talked; from dark yellow to bright yellow, and sometimes even to a lilac purple.
Seeing that change made her smile.
Sometimes boys would ask her out, and the small ball turned bright blue, before slowly turning green out of skepticism.
'Please, don't tease me.' She would say, as the dark blue returned to her faithful ball.
On special days, with her family, her ball would turn bright pink. She would laugh and joke at them; tease them and smile.
That colour was their favourite, and they loved coaxing it out.
She loved her small ball, and carried it everywhere. When she was scared or worried she would squeeze it, and it would slowly change to a calmer yellow.
People responded to the b
Faithful FriendsBright yellow sits above the fridge,
Grinning at me like food.
Pink is glued to the toilet door,
Amused and feeling good.
Hot pink taunts me from his place,
Above my money box.
Yellow sits in my second draw,
Without a pair of socks.
Light blue stands upon his shelf,
Above the liquor fridge.
Green sits on my work-filled desk,
My homework of a bridge.
Dark blue frowns as he lies,
Beside my box of tissues.
Red stands angry on my shoulder,
Stress-ball for my issues.
Yellows, pinks, greens, reds and blues,
Useful in rise and falls.
Happy, sad, scared, shocked and raged,
My faithful friends; stress-balls.
Unless I Say SoLet's get one thing straight,
You're a boy.
Even from the very start,
You were given rights above me.
Now that equality is demanded,
You still get the rights.
I'm expected to wear dresses,
And play with dolls.
Let's get one thing straight,
You're a girl.
Even from the very start,
I have had it worse.
From the very beginning,
I've had to provide for you.
I've had to kill for you,
And I've had to support you.
You know nothing!
I have to give birth.
I have to raise the child,
And sew your clothes.
My life is in the kitchen,
And wherever you demand me to be.
I have to cook for you,
And be here for you when you get home.
You know not of what you say!
You think your life is tough?
Try being me!
Go to work day in and out,
Come home to an angry wife.
Give her money to spend on junk,
And deal with the noise of the kids.
You have no idea what it's like!
To live life like a wife!
All that pain I went through,
To give you your precious son!
Positive OutlooksYeah, we get it,
You're upset and lonely,
You're alone and forsaken.
Yeah, we get it,
Your life is over,
You have no purpose anymore.
Please, listen to reason!
You're upset and lonely,
But you still have your friends.
Hear what we say!
Your life ain't over,
You're still just as beautiful as you were before.
You're so very loved,
You have the most amazing support
You have a caring family.
And caring friends.
Smile and be happy,
Even though people hurt you, you'll overcome the grief
Think about what you now have,
Not what you've lost,
Because now you have freedom.
Signs of LoveThe hand waves in its gentle grace,
A smile creeps up upon a face.
A nodding head changes other's frowns,
From piercing cries to graceful sounds.
The wave cries out 'We'll meet again',
The nod acknowledges a faithful friend.
The hand falls down along the side,
The nodding slows and the loving died.
Returning home; arms open wide,
Gathers in and tries to hide.
From pain and fear, death and destruction,
A mother's heart; fortification.
A smile creeps upon a face,
Pain disappears without a trace.
Body language mimicked by another,
Keen to love and gain trust with the other.
Hands begin to sweat and swelter,
One runs to find safety and shelter.
Signs to show that love is nigh,
You're in love; float in the sky.
The hand waves hellos and goodbyes,
The nod greets and the smile lies.
The arms welcome and the hands love,
Signs for men from God above.