FC: No Thanks, I'm Trying to Quit S.R. Sheard
1: Table of Contents Adam....................3 This Old House...15 Poetry Section...27
5: “So, who is it this time?” Saul tossed a manila folder towards me. I opened the slim file. “His name’s Adam,” Saul said in smooth tones. He was handsome, in his thirties, with wavy blonde hair and clear, bright eyes. His satin necktie matched the blue of his eyes perfectly. “You’ve probably heard of him on the news.” I nodded. “What’s his routine?” “Revolution. He hates the government with a passion; I think he’s trying to get a grassroots thing going. His main thing is that we’re tearing the country apart, taking it away from its heritage... you know. We’ve heard it all before.” I nodded again, still looking at the picture. His face didn’t have the same hard, angry look that all of the other people did; it was almost kind, with hints of a smile around his eyes. He dressed modestly, jeans and a nice jacket. “Hayley?” I jumped and looked up at Saul. “Can you do it?” “Of course I can. What’s the deadline?” “We’d like it done as soon as possible. Tonight, maybe?” I nodded. “Yes. I can do it.” My stomach lurched oddly when I said “yes.” I cleared my throat. “I’ll see you tomorrow, let you know how it goes.” I stood to leave. “How’s it going with the 17 Complex?” I was glad my back was to him; he couldn’t see the crimson that rose to my cheeks.
6: “Heightened strength and agility, just like my report said. No side effects, no allergic reactions.” “Does it bother you, Hayley?” Saul had risen from his seat, walked towards me. I shrugged, feigning indifference, not turning to face him. “It did at first. Not anymore.” I remembered the whispers of the people on the bus the day before. “Just remember; this is for the good of the country. Millions of people have benefited from the fact that you agreed to be the first human test subject. I’m sure they’ll work out the kinks soon.” * I paused on the roof, frowning. The address was correct, I was sure of it, but Adam was supposed to be in a big office building; that was my experience with pompous revolutionary leaders. No matter; he’d go down. Just like all the rest. Crouching to blend into the shadows, I examined the little suburban house. Brick on the outside, two stories tall. Warm light spilled from the windows. I though I heard laughter. From the short report I’d read, this wasn’t even actually Adam’s home; it belonged to a friend. Sector Nine had no idea where Adam laid his head at night. Enough thinking. I aimed myself at the window closest to me before springing into the night. I rearranged myself into the position for a sidekick and winced as I slammed through the glass. Inertia made me roll on my shoulder once before popping to my feet.
7: I ignored the shocked expressions of Adam’s followers and glared at the revolutionary himself. “Let’s go,” I growled. Adam’s followers stared at him, stricken, some half-risen from their chairs. “Don’t worry,” he told them. Adam didn’t seem concerned, or even upset. I grit my teeth. I would make him upset. I threw Adam towards the broken window. He stumbled, falling face-first onto the broken glass. I did not wince. I picked him up and tossed him through the window. We travelled two rooftops before I stopped. I was half-dragging, half-carrying the near-unconscious man. Glass shards stood out at all angles from his skin, one right near his temple. Adam sank to a kneeling position and stared up at me, his eyes glazed over. Still, an expression of fear was absent. “Why are you doing this?” I snorted at him as I reached into my pocket. “The answer should be obvious, Adam. You’re a threat to the United States government, a hazard to our peace. Revolutionary ideas are not welcome in this country. You had to have known this was coming.” I withdrew my hang from my pocket. I wasn’t nervous or agitated anymore; adrenaline pounded through my veins. I had pushed all emotion out of the way. This was what I’d been born to do. Adam rose to his feet; my eyes narrowed. With the amount of pain he was in, that should have been impossible. “No, I mean, why are you doing this?” His
8: apparent sympathy and concern irritated me. “You can’t be older than eighteen. Why are you working for Sector Nine? Why would you let them do that to you?” His eyes roamed the bulging, slightly unnatural muscles concealed by my outfit. Not for the first time in my life, I felt like a freak. Anger washed over me. “That’s enough. I don’t have to answer questions from you.” Casually I waved my weapon. It was a new model of Sector Nine’s ThroatTaker, complete with an electrification unit. “Don’t try to run,” I said as the weapon powered up. Blue electricity flashed, bringing light to the dark rooftop. “I’d be after you faster than you could blink.” I flicked the switch to the highest frequency and listened with satisfaction to the crackle. Adam still wore his infuriatingly calm expression. “You can get out of Sector Nine,” he said. “I can help you. You don’t have to live like this anymore, Hayley.” “How do you know my name?!” In anger I thrust the weapon towards him. The blade plunged into his neck, at the same time frying his body with two billion volts of electricity. A very painful, very ugly way to die. Adam’s body shuddered violently for several seconds before sinking to the ground, blood pooling from the ugly gouge in his heck. His clothes were burned from the electricity fighting its way out of his body; his hair stood on end. Shockingly, I found that I was shaking as well. “You can’t save me,” I said through gritted teeth to the corpse. “No one can save me.” I pocketed the powered-down ThroatTaker. “Burn in hell, revolution-
9: ary," I snarled before walking away. * I awoke to sunshine, birdsong, and someone swearing in Italian. Grunting, I got up to close the window. Vulgar taxi drivers were not my preferred alarm clock. Sinking back among my tangled sheets, I chewed my lip in thought. I wouldn’t receive another assignment for at least a week. Spare time was a mystery to me. I lived for my work. I had no other purpose. A grim calling; but someone had to do it. But why does it have to be me? After a morning in the gym I went grocery shopping at the corner market. When I reached for a carton of eggs, the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. As I put the food in my basket, I noticed a tall, thin boy standing near me, studying the yogurt section. He caught up with me again when I reached the cereal. His brown eyes examined me closely; I wanted to kick him in the face. Instead I turned and glared. Instantly his face lit up with a toothpaste-commercial feel. “Hi,” he chirped. I arched an eyebrow and walked swiftly away. Three seconds later a glossy, black and white photo was thrust in front of my face. “Do you recognize him?” the boy asked, one eyebrow arched. I pretended to scrutinize the picture. It was Adam, obviously, smiling with two of his devoted followers. “Nope. Never seen him before.” I pushed past.
10: “Really? That’s interesting. Did you kill him with your eyes closed?” I barked out a laugh. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please, leave me alone.” I turned to look at the tortilla chips. “You shouldn’t have killed him, you know,” the boy said softly to my back. “He hasn’t done all the things Sector Nine thinks he has.” My eyes widened. He knew about Sector Nine? This could get ugly. “He’s never hurt anyone. He wanted to make the world better; the opposite of what your beloved government is doing.” I rolled my eyes; I’d heard it all before. But then he was right behind me, whispering directly in my ear. “He wanted to save you.” Whirling, I prepared to snap back at him, but he was gone. “My name is Michael, by the way,” his voice sounded from the next aisle over. I didn’t follow him, just gritted my teeth and glared ferociously at the Lay’s. A feeling of restless frustration settled over me as I went home to put away my groceries. I couldn’t shake Michael’s words or the images of Adam from my mind. In my head I knew that Adam was no different than any other man or woman I’d disposed of; he was a loose cannon, a threat to the peace and tranquility the government had worked so hard to construct and protect. He didn’t deserve to live when he wanted to ruin the lives of so many people with “revolution.” The government was infallible; there was no need for change. Then why were my hands shaking?
11: Finally I grabbed my laptop and logged onto Sector Nine's database. I navigated to the files we had and look up Adam. A red pop-up flashed: RESTRICTED. I frowned. Fifteen minutes later I found myself locking my apartment door and walking out the building. I kept telling myself this was silly, that everything was done, but my legs kept propelling me forward until I was standing before the door of Sector Nine. I hated this place more and more every day: the scent, the attractive receptionist, even the choice of floor tiles. They had no idea how they’d ruined me. Even worse, they didn’t care. “Ah, Hayley!” Saul exclaimed, looking up and standing when he saw me standing in the doorway of his office. “Come in, come in. What can I do for you?” He looked especially attractive today, softly curling hair falling in a perfect mess over his forehead. “I’d like to see the restricted file of Adam,” I said. “Please. I didn’t have enough information when I completed the job. I have some questions. Someone approached me earlier today. I just need to get some closure.” “Approached you?” Saul asked, fishing his cell phone from his pocket. “Who was it? I can have them taken care of.” I shook my head emphatically. Sitting, Saul fixed me with a curious stare. “I just want more information,” I insisted. “I just want to see the file.” “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you see it. It’s sensitive
12: information.” Something in my head clicked, and my eyes narrowed at Saul. “You know, Hayley, I’ve been wondering about you for a while. Do you want to take a break from work for a while?” “Actually, yes.” I took a deep breath. “In fact, I quit.” Saul sighed, opened a desk drawer. “I thought I saw this coming.” The last thing I heard was a gunshot. * My head hurt. I groaned, sat up, and looked around. I blinked and got out of the bed. Ocean waves rolled onto a sandy beach beyond the air-conditioned room. I stared out the window so intently I forgot to blink. I jumped when I realized Michael was sitting next to me, reading a book. “Where am I?” “Not heaven, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Michael smiled at me. “You’re not dead. But there’s someone else who wants to explain everything to you.” The door opened, and a man stepped into the room. Adam smiled at me, took a step forward. I backed up. “I—” “It’s okay, Hayley,” he said, holding out a hand. “It’s okay now.” To my surprise, a sob rose from my throat. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had cried. “No,” I choked out. “No, it’s not.” Adam nodded. “You’re safe now. It’ll be okay. Sector Nine is out of the picture. They can’t hurt you anymore. I won’t let them. You’re safe.”
13: I looked down at his outstretched hand, then back up to his open, gracious face. Then I ran forward into his arms, burying my face in his dirty sweatshirt. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed. It felt good to feel again.
15: This Old House
17: Characters WOMAN GIRL MAN BOY BABY Scene 1 (A deserted street in front of an old Victorian mansion. The paint is peeling and the windows are broken, and there is a rusty, barely readable sign in the yard. It is almost dusk. A WOMAN and a GIRL in hiking clothes and backpacks are standing before the house, talking.) WOMAN: (inspecting a sign) This says, “Orphanage: Home for the Unwanted and Abandoned.” Yikes. (takes a step back) GIRL: Well... should we go in? Maybe they’ll let us stay the night. (hopefully) Maybe they have Internet! WOMAN: I don’t think this place is lived in anymore, honey. (Walks up to door, touches it.) I’ll be surprised if we can even... (door swings open with a loud creaking sound) ...get in. (They shrug at each other before entering.) (Enter BOY and MAN. BOY is lugging large suitcases.) MAN: (Yelling) I told you to fill up the gas tank, boy! What’s wrong with you? You got rocks in your head or somethin’? How hard is it to go down the street and— BOY: (sighs and puts down the luggage in front of the sign, so it is hidden) Look, I said I was sorry, okay? At least we broke down near this house so we don’t have to sleep in the car all night.
18: MAN: (snorts) Yes, you’re right, that’s just wonderful! Have you seen this house? It’s even draftier than the car! If we had gas, we’d be toastin’ our buns at a nice comfy hotel right now, eating bonbons and watching Oprah! But no! You couldn’t be bothered to just take five minutes out of your busy schedule! (They continue to argue as they walk into the house. They walk into a foyer; before them is a grand staircase with an open staircase above it. To their left is a living room. WOMAN and GIRL are looking at pictures hanging in the living room. All four people see and startle each other; WOMAN screams.) MAN: What are you doing here? WOMAN: (flustered) We are so sorry. Is this your house? We are so sorry. You know, I’m a big fan of Victorian architecture, although it looks like you haven’t dusted— GIRL: (nudges WOMAN) Um, Mom, they don’t live here. MAN: No, we certainly do not! Look at this dump, no one’s lived here in years! Decades! (He takes out a cigar, lights it, and waves it around while talking.) How did you get in, anyway? Your great aunt own this place or somethin’? You got a key? WOMAN: No, the door was unlocked. My daughter and I were backpacking and it seems we veered off the trail. GIRL: (snorts) Like, way off. WOMAN: We were hoping to reach a campsite by dark, but that’s not possible. I think I read the map wrong. BOY: Our car broke down farther down the street. Well, ran out of gas. So we need a place to stay, since we can’t walk to town in the dark.
19: WOMAN: (brightens) There’s a town? GIRL: Does it have cell phone service? And a Starbucks? (sighs dreamily) I’m dying for a latte. (MAN begins to unroll a sleeping bag as they talk.) BOY: Yeah, it’s about ten miles from here, I think. WOMAN: It’s settled, then! We’ll sleep here for the night and then walk to town in the morning with these fine gentlemen. (She coughs from cigar smoke and glares down at MAN.) Would you please put that out? You’ll light the place on fire! MAN: (lying in his sleeping bag) I always have a cigar before I go to bed, which I recommend you all do. GIRL: (stares blankly at MAN) Have a cigar? MAN: No, mushbrain. Go to bed. We have a long walk tomorrow. WOMAN: (looking around while she unrolls her sleeping bag) I don’t know if I like this place. We should’ve brought a tent, honey. We could’ve slept in the woods. GIRL: (grumbling) What we should have brought is our own cell phone tower. (They all settle into their sleeping bags; the lights go down.) Scene 2 (Same room; lights are dimmed. It is the middle of the night. WOMAN stumbles out of her sleeping bag, muttering to herself.) WOMAN: I knew I shouldn’t have had that last coffee. (Stretches and yawns.) Where’s the bathroom in this place? Do I have to use an outhouse? (Walks out of room. The sound of a baby crying is heard; WOMAN
20: freezes.) H-hello? Is someone there? (BABY becomes even louder, almost shrieking.) Hello? Um your baby is crying! (WOMAN ascends the creaking stairs, still calling out.) Is anyone there? Hello! Whose baby is this, anyway? (BABY continues to cry; WOMAN begins to open doors. BABY’s crying never gets louder or quieter. WOMAN’s voice becomes more anxious.) Hold on! I’m coming, sweetheart, I promise! I just can’t find you! (Opening and slamming doors) This hallway just never ends! (Comes to a locked door, bangs on it, and tries to turn the knob.) Are you in here?! Hello? HELLO? (Sinks to a kneeling position, head against the door, crying. Whispers.) I just can’t find you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I made you leave. (Downstairs, GIRL wakes up to hear WOMAN yelling and slamming doors. GIRL scrambles out of her sleeping bag, tripping twice.) GIRL: (grumbling) If she’s sleep-walking again, I’m gonna kill her. (Goes up the stairs, calling) Mom? Mom, where are you? (BABY cries. GIRL whirls around.) Hello? Is... this isn’t funny, Mom! (GIRL clutches at her stomach as BABY continues crying. BABY screams suddenly, and GIRL clamps her hands over her ears.) No! No, stop it! I can’t deal with this right now! (Goes up the staircase.) Hello? Can you stop? Please? I can’t take this! I don’t want to think about this anymore! (Baby continues to cry.) No! Please, stop! (GIRL sits on the staircase, head in her hands.) I don’t want to think about this right now! I came on this trip to get away from this! (BOY comes out of other room, sees GIRL sitting on the
21: staircase.) BOY: Hey, are you okay? What’s the matter? GIRL: (jumps to her feet, stumbles back and trips on the steps again, falling. BOY rushes forward to help her, but she waves him back, holding her stomach with one hand.) No, no, don’t help me. I... I don’t deserve it. BOY: You don’t deserve it? What do you mean? GIRL: Do you hear that baby crying? It’s... that’s mine. It’s my baby. (Drops her head into her hands and begins sobbing again.) BOY: (confused) You brought a baby on a camping trip? GIRL: No!! I (looks around) A couple of months ago I found out I was pregnant, and I I thought about having an abortion (suddenly clamps her hands over her ears again) NO! I don’t want to hear this! BOY: (Cocks his head to one side, as if listening. BABY begins to cry. His eyes widen, and he takes a couple of steps back, looking around warily.) Well, uh, seriously, I don’t hear anything. Maybe you were just dreaming or something. GIRL: (sniffles) I really thought I— BOY: (still whipping his head around) Look, let’s just go back to bed, okay? It’s been a really weird day, I know. (laughs awkwardly) GIRL: (stands up) Y-Yeah. Okay. I don’t hear it anymore, so maybe it did stop— (WOMAN comes hurtling down the stairs, screaming. GIRL screams and begins to cry again. WOMAN trips and falls flat on her face. Silence. BOY takes a few steps toward her.) BOY: Whoa. Is she...
22: WOMAN: (pops to her feet) The baby! I can’t find it anywhere! (grabs GIRL by the arms; shakes her) Do you hear it? (screaming) DO YOU HEAR THE BABY? (glares at BOY) BOY: (tugging on WOMAN’s shirt) Whoa, lady, hold up! You’re hurting her! GIRL: (screaming, trying to get away from WOMAN) Mom, stop it! Stop! Those stupid fingernails hurt! WOMAN: (still screaming, but pleading) It’s my baby! Don’t you get it?! IT’S MY BABY! I left it all by itself and now I can’t find it! You have to help me find it! You have to! I left it all alone! All alone! GIRL: What are you talking about? I’m the only kid you have! Mom, snap out of it! (Wrenches away from WOMAN, glaring at her, sinking back onto the steps.) WOMAN: (dissolves into tears) No, no, no. No, you’re not. I I had an abortion. B-before you were born. It was a long time ago. (sniffles) I’ve always regretted it, and and now it’s come back to haunt me. GIRL: Mom, you’re not making sense. How can the baby be here? It’s dead. (BABY cries. They all jump.) BOY: (reaches out to lean on staircase. He is sweating profusely; his voice shakes.) W-well, th-there is a baby here, and it’s in t-trouble or s-something. We should really go and t-try to f-find it. GIRL: (touches his arm) Hey... are you okay? You don’t look so good. I thought you said you couldn’t hear— BOY: (shakes her off) I’m fine. Let’s go. (They all go up the stairs as BABY continues to cry.) MAN: (comes thundering into the room, yelling at the
23: top of his lungs) What the Sam Hill is going on out here? Can’t a man get any— (looks around at empty room and throws his arms into the air) Where could those people be?! It’s the middle of the night, for Pete’s— (BABY cries. MAN whirls around.) All right, kids, that’s not funny. (Puts one hand on the banister. BABY continues to cry.) That’s enough already! (angrily) Come downstairs this instant, or I’m coming up there! (BABY cries; MAN stomps up the staircase. Bumps into WOMAN, GIRL, and BOY. All four of them shriek.) WOMAN: (puts a hand over her heart) That’s the second time this night! MAN: (yelling; his hands are shaking) Would you please stop that infuriating noise? I’m trying to sleep! GIRL: (whimpers) You can hear it too? MAN: Yes, and I don’t find it amusing. So if you don’t mind— BOY: Dad, it’s not us. It’s coming from somewhere up here. And... and... (He collapses to the floor again, and GIRL screams. MAN clamps his hands over his ears and growls in frustration.) GIRL: (frightened) Are you okay? (She kneels beside BOY.) (BOY groans and tries to get to his feet. GIRL holds onto his arm as he sways back and forth. BOY pants from exertion.) BOY: (whispers) This is all my fault. GIRL: Your fault? How can it be your fault? I’m the one who’s who’s pregnant. (WOMAN stares at GIRL in blank astonishment.) BOY: No, no, it’s not your fault. D-dad, remem-ember
24: that car accident I was in, a year ago? It... I hit a girl. She was pregnant, and and her baby died. (BOY begins to sob.) I didn’t mean to, I swear, but I was at Jimmy’s before and he had a six pack, a-and— MAN: (shocked) You hit someone? You never told me you hit someone. You said it was just a bunch of trash cans. BOY: (sinks to his knees) I never told anyone. And now... and now... (He groans and slumps over. GIRL whimpers.) GIRL: (soothing) Come on, it’ll be okay. That’s all done and over now. (BOY’s eyes are closed; he is shaking, as if having a seizure.) BOY: Nonono... Not over yet... GIRL: (muttering) We have to figure this out. There has to be an explanation... (looking up suddenly) Mom, what did that sign say, the one outside? MAN: What sign? There was a sign? WOMAN: It said something like. Orphanage: Home for the Unwanted and Abandoned. I think. (Her brow wrinkles.) It seems like such a long time ago... (BABY shrieks suddenly, and BOY moans. He is still shaking; his eyes are closed.) GIRL: (looks to MAN) What are you doing here? MAN: (looks offended) What do you mean? My son told you, our car broke down and— GIRL: No, no. I mean we all have a connection to this baby. But you haven’t said anything yet. (stares at MAN intently) MAN: (backs up, glancing from person to person)
25: Listen, I don't have to tell you anything, all right? I just wanna go back to— (BABY cries. Everyone freezes.) BOY: (softly) Dad Dad, tell us. MAN: (looks at them suspiciously, then talks quickly in a hard voice) Before I married your mother, I was married to another woman. It wasn’t a good relationship and we well, I broke it off. She was pregnant and screamed at me all the time that she didn’t want to be left alone with a baby. (glares at them all) Happy now? (turns and marches down the stairs) Now, I am going to get out of this creepy old place. I think a walk in the night air would do you good, son. Let’s go. (MAN turns halfway down the stairs and glares back at BOY.) NOW! (BOY moans and gets shakily to his feet, holding tightly to the banister as he follows MAN down the stairs.) WOMAN: (looking in GIRL’s direction but not looking her in the eye) We should probably go too, sweetheart. This place is creeping me out. We can come back for our stuff when it’s light out. (WOMAN shivers and reaches for GIRL’s hand, but she shakes it off, following BOY and MAN down the stairs. With a sigh, WOMAN follows. MAN is struggling with the doorknob.) BOY: Maybe you have to pull it open, Dad. MAN: (stops suddenly, leans his head against the old door) No. No, it’s not. We’re locked in. (BABY cries again, and they all turn to look up the staircase. BABY laughs.)
27: Sai Anthem of the Angels Linkin Park Iron Man Nunchakus Authenticity Raphael Owls Sour Patch Watermelon Evan
29: To Be Normal Then it struck me how normal this all was That at nine twenty-two, I walked the halls Listening to the students and their buzz Hearing their whispers and cries and cat calls Talking of the best bands and the best malls This is what it means, I thought to myself To use a locker for books, not a shelf. I watched them do what they did everyday Retrieving books, going to their next class Watching friendships grow and slowly decay Some using language I consider crass Moving together as one giant mass While me, myself, I stood on the outside When Mom told me I was normal, she lied.
30: -Rhyme Royal
31: The Belt it took me six long years to get this belt. bloodblisters dripping sweat frustrated tears but it in was the very end worth it.
32: -Concrete Poem
33: Stone ! So understated It is a lump of beauty Purple, black, gray, green 2 Ice cold in winter Refreshingly chill in heat Red, brown, ivory 3 Some are high prized Some are crunched under cars Opal, crystal, blue
35: i kick i kick a lot i punch a lot i punch i work i work harder than most of the other people i've spent so much of my time on this sport, the only one that I love, 'cause the feeling of getting that kick right is unlike anything else and KIA. KIA. KIA. KIA. watching my best friend beat up a forty year old man is pretty darn funny.
37: Ode to Him He is an artsy sort, So I don't like it when he cuts his hair short He rides his bicycle everywhere To work, to school, and back to his lair He has tattoos, I'll tell you that much But not of skulls or demons and such Each one is different, with its own cryptic meaning I told you, he has an artistic leaning He hates animal products and meat I'm telling you, he'll get up out of his seat To lecture you about the evils and dangers Of eating things that eat out of mangers I never really told him how I feel about him But over time, my flaming feelings went dim We're still connected, still good friends Over time, every broken heart mends
39: In Church I wanted to leave as soon as I came The people, the setting all seemed so lame I hugged, I smiled, I put on a good show But my stomach, my heart, was sinking low Who I was and who I am aren't the same The stained glass window in its wooden frame The flowery dress that covered that dame It all made me feel more depressed than Poe I wanted to leave as soon as I came I used to love this church; now I feel shame And I fear that it is me I should blame I knew I could fix it, but even so My breathing quickened; I wanted to go I knew I was still a Christian in name But I wanted to leave as soon as I came
41: Hey You! Hey, you! What did you do? Where did my heart go? That was awful low, taking off like that With my vital organ! You know I love you, kid, But that doesn't excuse what you did. Now there's this huge hole From my stolen heart and (maybe) soul I must've been asleep when you did this; Did you steal it with a kiss? I think it's possible, you lout, That you just ripped it out! Do you treat it well? Do you have stories to tell? The ones about you and me. I miss you, can't you see? Since you've left, I've been so sad, And about my heart, I'm kinda mad. But in the end, I guess it doesn't matter what I say 'Cause the dumb thing beat for you anyway.
42: -Free Verse
43: Anxiety Attack Again the room was closing in I bent over and gripped the desk My lies, my fears, nightmares, my sin My posture became statuesque I bent over and gripped the desk I could not breathe, I could not see My posture became statuesque I had to run, I had to flee I could not breathe, I could not see I couldn't fight it, I couldn't hide I had to run, I had to flee Or into the black I would slide My lies my fears, nightmares, my sin Again the room was closing in
45: Faelee Her thin tail swishes as she walks along Hypnotizing you with her graceful gait She will sleep on my bed all day long For a piece of string she will lie in wait She is thin, lithe, but don't let her fool you She is quite strong and fiesty when she fights She hated, loathed, the bath and the shampoo But it was to prevent the fleas and lice She will try to fool you by being cross But I know that she loves to be pet, stroked If you dismiss her easily, your loss But she will bite, scratch, if provoked Though my fifth cat, she is earning her place Seeing her just puts a huge smile on my face
46: -English Sonnet
48: -Cross Out
49: Bond Bondolino-cat is a funny thing Instead of walking, he waddles around I would say he behaves more like a hound Though he's a sucker for a piece of string When eight rolls around, he's in full swing Leaping, chasing, though his belly is round Though disillusioned, a good cat, hands down He loves to look out the window in spring He pretends that he's a hunter, so sly Really, he's a fat cat that sleeps all day He really needs to go on a diet But when I pet him, he purrs in reply When I get home, he greets me, no delay He's the perfect cat, kind, cute, and quiet
50: -Italian Sonnet
51: Untitled There once was a boy named Finnerick Who just couldn't write a limerick He begged and he pleaded And the teacher conceded When he found his apple laced with arsenic.
53: For My Lord When I'm tired, You lift up my feet You are lovely in every way Without You, I am incomplete Learning Your Way is no small feat But I'll follow to my last day When I'm tired, You lift up my feet Talking with You is such a treat Everything seems at peace, okay Without You, I am incomplete You're the cool breeze in summer heat You have designed my D.N.A. When I'm tired, you lift up my feet Your children You'll never mistreat You are the potter, I the clay Without You, I am incomplete Writing this poem for You was neat And thank You for this lovely day When I'm tired, You lift up my feet Without You, I am incomplete
55: Thanks for reading my book!