HieisWoman

~I start here Looking out my window Watching the days Empty space is in my way. My sense of time blind ~I wait here Shoving past me. People live their lives. The world standing still Mind spinning in shambles. ~I live here Living with no life Smiles of pain Tears of happiness Heartaches of joy ~I meet here You shockingly calm me My haphazard peace set free Looking without eyes and blindly drawn ~I change here Time stops turning the world I live in never existed I find hidden hope within a despairing heart ~I freeze here Truths be told and hopes forgotten eyes from the blind see you without fear ~I thaw here The

The World moves by, Rushing past me, at a dizzying pace. I see and understand the words being told, Yet know near nothing of the meanings behind them. Confusion and pride Make me hard and set apart from the rest. I stand among peers, I do not know or understand. Feeling cold and frozen in place. They rush past me, Speaking words I think I might know. Addressing those they know and relate to, Will please them, And those around. Their masks never perfect, But in place. Truths bearing through, The Windows of the soul. The mask I wear is old, Laces lose, Porcelain broken and cracked. From years of lies, And un-kept promises

The year was 1918, Chicago Illinois. The influenza epidemic was at its peak. Most of the families in the city, including mine, were crowded, taking up any available space in all of the hospitals across town. I was seventeen when my family was taken in; our butler had taken us against our wishes. My mother had complained the whole way. If I had known what was to come I would have been complaining as well. But I hadn’t. Why? Because I was carefully watching my father. I had been right to worry; he was the first of my family to die. He died with my mother and myself at his bedside. We stayed at his side till his end finally came. His calm

It had been a hard day, and two lovers lay together, drowning in each other. Bella laid thinking in Edward’s arms. Edward watched her, curiosity getting the better of him. “Bella,” she looks at him, a blush enveloping her face. “What are you thinking about?” Her face reddened at this. “I won’t tell you, your going to laugh at me.” She wiggled to hide her face in her pillow. “Come on, Bella please.” He rubbed her back in encouragement. She mumbled into the pillow. “Huh? Okay, I promise, I won’t laugh. Tell me. Please.” She turned to face him. He slid the hair that covered he