Thursday, December 4- Unrequited Love

       Unnoticed Storm

My love for him is like a raging storm

The skies are cloudy and removed from color

All it takes is one moment to transform

Chaos becomes the instant destructor

His smooth smile the first fatal raindrop

Her the first crash of thunder from the top

Eventually the storm grows weaker

Until it is a transparent heartbreaker

Nothing is noticed nothing remembered

Only the soft give on the ground is left

Nothing is noticed nothing is remembered

His brightly colored skies are the storm’s theft

Only I know of my love that storms

Raging on while he is only of norm

Tuesday, December 2- Top Secret

                    
                                                        Inside Threats
            
                     Snow is coming down hard outside. Schools are canceled and most people do not go to work. My husband however, must given he works at CTU. Today there is apparently an emergency at his work. He decides to take a quick shower before heading off and I try to fall back asleep. All of the sudden I hear his voice over the shower. He is having a conversation obviously on the phone. I try to ignore it but I can't help but listen. I sit up and stare at the bathroom  door as I listen. "Yes," he says in a grim tone. "They were working inside the White House." he pauses. I am more interested now. "Where is the President?" I hear a bang on the wall. He is obviously frustrated. "Protect the President these terrorists are inside the White House disguised with a bomb." The door suddenly opens and he runs out frantically, fully dressed. The shower is still on. I sit on the bed shocked. What is happening? Terrorists inside the white house? I try to call my husband numerous times within an hour. No answer. I become more and more fearful. The news reports five deaths in the White House. The terrorists have revealed themselves. I wait all day, helpless. Where is my husband? Is he okay? Where is the President? All day I watch the news as they instruct people to stay inside. This is Washington, D.C. after all; the place of these disheartening events. More deaths are reported. I keep trying to call my husband with no answer as my reply each time. The Marine Core is on site unable to find the bomb. After hours they finally find the final members of the terrorist group inside the White House. They will not give away the location of the bomb.
                      
                                                      THE NEXT DAY

                    The bomb went off inside the Presidential Bunker at exactly 12:00 p.m.  There was one member of the terrorist group disguised. He was head of the secret service. He died along with everyone else in the bunker. The President included. The Vice President was sworn in last night on his plane flying home from England. My husband never returned home. I sit shocked with fear and sadness. How could this happen? What is the fate our country?

Friday, November 21-Ekphrasis

                                                 Girl with a Pearl Earring

Painted By :Johanne Vermeer

                                                      The girl is alone
                                                         she ran away                            
                                                  away from her problems
                                                  away from her husband
                                                     he can't find her
                                                she has nothing left
                                             nothing but the pearl earrings
                                                           nothing else



                     

              
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girl_with_a_Pearl_Earring - information on the famous painting

Thursday, November 20-Emotions

                                            No Voices

       There is a constant battle in my head between all other emotions and anger. They are not little, separate voices in my head; they are my own thoughts and feelings. I hate the sound of people eating. I never know if I am just disgusted or angry. Most of the time it is both. My anger usually wins the battle over joy. For example, anger creeps in when people invade my personal space. I could choose to find good in the situation but, anger always wins. The one thing anger never wins to is fear. Fear throws itself at me when I see a bug or watch a scary movie. I could just be angry about the situation and toughen up sadly, you will find me running away in fear. Anger and sadness are often the same thing for me. I am sad when I am angry and vise versa. In the end, anger seems to be my most prominent emotion. It is not a little voice; it is just me.

Tuesday, November 18- Treason and Historical Fiction

October 14, 1912
                 
                    An unemployed saloonkeeper shot (former) president Theodore Roosevelt as he was about to give a 90-minute speech. Instead of heading straight to the hospital, Roosevelt insisted on still delivering the speech. He slowly asked the people to be as quiet as possible. Secondly, he said, "I don't know whether you fully understand I have been shot." The audience looked at him with shocked and terrified faces as he continued with his speech. He explained how the papers of his speech might of saved his life. He ignored the please from the crowd for him to go to the hospital until he was finished with his shorter yet effective speech. Roosevelt then continued to the hospital. His attempted assailant was captured and declared guilty and mentally ill in trial. The bullet was decided to be kept inside of Roosevelt for it was safer to do so. Roosevelt lived up to the quote of the editor-in-chief of Outlook," Roosevelt is an electric battery of inexhaushttp://www.history.com/news/shot-in-the-chest-100-years-ago-teddy-roosevelt-kept-on-talkingtible energy.                                                                     

Monday, November 27- FOUND Poem

                                                  HOME

                                                How will I get out?
                                              How will I get home?
                                                   I have no way
                                                   I have a plan
                                                I'm coming home

Thursday, November 13- The Macabre Arts

                    Pain is everywhere. There is no escape. It is crowded. People scream tortuous sounds all around me. We are all starving. We are all dead. They can't save us. No one can.