Written by : Mia Insomnia - 19th March 2010 : 12.46 A.M.
Do you know the fact,
That there are amazing little things,
In the world you live in,
That could either spiritually or physically,
Make you happy?
If not...
Then you probably have not go through,
A life tangled harshly in between,
The hot, red and angry fire,
And,
The cold, blue and calming water.
These things are small,
But higher than love itself.
These things are small,
But better than life itself.
It's like...
When you go out in a new unfamiliar place,
A stranger passes by you with a smile,
A smile so warm, warmer than the sunshine.
It's like...
How a girl felt left out with low self-esteem and shyness,
Received a bud of flower from her soul-mate,
Only a bud, but it seemed to her it was a blooming, bright flower.
It's like...
Where a man had his long day with sweats and hard work,
A long ride home with sweats and sore muscles,
But brightened up only with a small passionate kiss from his wife.
It's like...
When a mother sigh heavily with exhaustion,
Trying her best to do he responsibilities as a mother,
But still sat on the sofa at night just to watch her kids playing.
It's like...
Students who complaint rapidly about their unfinished school works,
And the long hours in classes with different syllabus and teachers,
Then again still arrived there just to share laughter with their friends.
It's like...
Babies who wailed loudly, crying to be fed,
Wanting to be fetch eagerly with their milks,
Then squeals with joys as they found their precious little toys.
It's like...
Going out late at night, only to find a suitable place,
After a stressing day with those various little problems,
To find out that the northern, city lights are calming.
And it's like...
Just wanting to step out of the crowded and noisy city,
into an open, grassy field with windy days and singing birds,
To find some peace and deep thoughts, to search the meaning of life.
...With those amazing little things.
And if yes...
If you knew these true facts are happening,
Then you probably had answered little meaning of life,
Where you had been there in hell of nightmares,
And forgot the reality of heaven of love,
But was still able to be strong and standing.
Because of these little things that you accepted,
From everyone around no matter how far or close they are,
Who gave you the meaning of lights, colours and rains,
Accompanying you to learn the great sun, stars, skies and the moon.
With the amazing little things,
Only.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
We Are The World.
Written by : Mia, 14th March © 2010.
A tear slid down my cheek.
A silvery and warm water.
Like a rain with it's drops.
And slipped down the dry earth.
The world had now changed with every season and every year, only to be filled with disasters and agony. Madness and sadness have been conquering. And people have kept asking by then; "Where are the happiness and the love that was promised?"
Where? Where had it all gone?
Or had it never been given?
And we were all living in life full with lies?
Where did we go wrong?
Where was the help that we need when we shed our tears? When our face were wet with glittering water and sparkly diamonds? Why were there no fingers erasing it? Why hadn't someone lend us a hand when we all fall down? And when we sobbed with pain and hurt seeing our land was destroyed because of nature or human, where was the comfort we were supposed to have?
Why? Why had this happened?
Where was the warm and safe embraces you said you'll give?
Or were you just trying to make us calm?
While our heart broke into thousands of tiny little pieces?
Why then?
What happened to our friends who were starving and lived under the blazing hot of sun and the wetness of the precipitation? Those who sat under the tree and slept on the wet, muddy grass every night with the cold creeping their skins. Or our little future, who lost their parents when they still needed them?
When will this all ended then?
When will we feel the freedom of our right?
Or was it again, just the speech you spoke in the public?
And then laughed behind our back when you sat in your private place?
When will we feel it?
When will we feel the love of relatives in one nation? When will we be a bigger family inside our hearts? When will we hold our hands together to survive with each other? When will there be no wars but love? When will we created such a massive united heart and tell the world we all could do it just by staying true together? When will we feel that love? The comfort? The promised? When will we feel that we belong together? To be by their side...?
When...?
A tear - with more like a waterfall slid down my face.
A silvery, glittering and hot rushing water.
Like a rainfall with the heavy drops.
And flows down the drought earth.
But I could hear them singing...
I could hear them crying...
They were shouting and screaming...
Their hearts were breaking and crushing...
We are the world, we are the children
we are the ones who make a brighter day
so let's start giving...
A tear slid down my cheek.
A silvery and warm water.
Like a rain with it's drops.
And slipped down the dry earth.
The world had now changed with every season and every year, only to be filled with disasters and agony. Madness and sadness have been conquering. And people have kept asking by then; "Where are the happiness and the love that was promised?"
Where? Where had it all gone?
Or had it never been given?
And we were all living in life full with lies?
Where did we go wrong?
Where was the help that we need when we shed our tears? When our face were wet with glittering water and sparkly diamonds? Why were there no fingers erasing it? Why hadn't someone lend us a hand when we all fall down? And when we sobbed with pain and hurt seeing our land was destroyed because of nature or human, where was the comfort we were supposed to have?
Why? Why had this happened?
Where was the warm and safe embraces you said you'll give?
Or were you just trying to make us calm?
While our heart broke into thousands of tiny little pieces?
Why then?
What happened to our friends who were starving and lived under the blazing hot of sun and the wetness of the precipitation? Those who sat under the tree and slept on the wet, muddy grass every night with the cold creeping their skins. Or our little future, who lost their parents when they still needed them?
When will this all ended then?
When will we feel the freedom of our right?
Or was it again, just the speech you spoke in the public?
And then laughed behind our back when you sat in your private place?
When will we feel it?
When will we feel the love of relatives in one nation? When will we be a bigger family inside our hearts? When will we hold our hands together to survive with each other? When will there be no wars but love? When will we created such a massive united heart and tell the world we all could do it just by staying true together? When will we feel that love? The comfort? The promised? When will we feel that we belong together? To be by their side...?
When...?
A tear - with more like a waterfall slid down my face.
A silvery, glittering and hot rushing water.
Like a rainfall with the heavy drops.
And flows down the drought earth.
But I could hear them singing...
I could hear them crying...
They were shouting and screaming...
Their hearts were breaking and crushing...
We are the world, we are the children
we are the ones who make a brighter day
so let's start giving...
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Oh Diana...
Written by : Mia Insomnia - 13th March © 2010
December 2009.
"Lewis... Will you please just tell me where are we heading now?"
It was probably her shaky voice or the fact that she was without realizing clutching his hand tightly that made Lewis chuckled. But he kept his hand firmly to hold her balance and made sure the black clothes covering her eyes was not loosened.
"If I tell you now, it wouldn't be a surprise. You do know that lame rule, don't you?" He chuckled again, and carefully caught her when she tripped over a twig. She bit her red, full lips and shook her head.
"You're so unbelievable at times," she sighed.
He resist the urged to kiss her soft, plum cheek and said, "Most of the time, you mean?"
She nodded vigorously and the winds caught her hair and it blew up high to the side. She clicked her tongue and Lewis could see that she was trying hard not to frown. But her forehead had shown hundred lines of thinking.
Even then, her face was as smooth as the first morning light. It hurt him if he couldn't see her everyday.
"We're close," he whispered. She swallowed hard.
Lewis was stunned by the silence that followed them at that particular moment. He was taking her in the middle of a beautiful, green forest with evergreen leaves, and hundred different types of flowers blooming on the ground. It was almost misty, but the sun was out, and they both could smell the various scents from the buds. There was only the sounds of the wind blowing the ground, and the birds swiftly fly by with their little whistles. As if the forests knew what he wanted, as if the animals understood what he was feeling.
He smiled as his feet stepped into a clearing and helped her to jump over the small muddy ground. But unfortunately, she tripped over something, and as Lewis tried his best not to let her fall down, he failed to maintain his balance and eventually fall on his back to the grassy land.
And together, they both fall down to earth, with Lewis arms tightly on her waist and her hands clutching tightly onto his shirt's collar, rolling to one side of the hill.
It was, for Lewis, a miracle.
It was, for her, a fright.
But without mentioning, even the silent forest, the strong breeze and the flying birds knew that both of them loved the fact that they were as close as two person could be.
And not wanting to let go. Inseparable.
"Lewis!" She squealed as they both landed with a thud on the very low side of the hill. They were both out of breath, and Lewis was smiling with his eyes closed as she hold on to her who lay on top of him.
Without waiting anymore, she let go of the black cloths covering her eyes and squinted as the blazing light of the sun caught her eyes. And she gasped as she saw Lewis under her, not moving, not breathing. She was worried sick.
"Lewis? Lewis?! Lewis, wake up!" She began to shake his face and tried everything so that he'd breath again, but Lewis smile wasn't fading, though he wasn't breathing.
"I love you."
Lewis whispered in the still of the silence as she breath in and he breath out.
She froze with those words and found her world rocked on around her with him in the center.
He opened his eyes.
She shed a tear.
"Lewis?"
"I love you." He repeated. "I have always love you though, but you know, I have to make it official..." He smiled.
She froze for a second but slapped his chest playfully after awhile, "You! You should have just said it earlier!" She pouted while Lewis's lips created an O as he was shocked with what she just said.
And as if she just realized it too, she blushed so hard that she hid her face on Lewis's shirt.
But Lewis wasn't about to drop it off.
"Did you say something just now, honey?"
She looked up, and bit her lips.
"You do know I did. Again, you're so unbelievable!" She slap him again playfully. But this time, Lewis was laughing so hard until he couldn't help it and rolled around to exchange place. He was now on top of her, and she looked so cute with her eyes up on him.
"Suppose we just have to be honest here?" He smiled, and lightly kissed the tip of her nose. She pouted and blushed. But Lewis was the most happiest guy ever found on earth when he felt her hands brushing the side of his body and landed behind her neck. She caressed it, as smooth as her face was, and put a little smile.
"Lewis... I love you too. And I have been in love with you, long before you knew me, long before you saw me; because I've loved you first, the day I first spoke to you, it's getting stronger.. until now." She shed a tear again, and Lewis was too stunned to even erase it away like she always did it to him when he was down.
All he could do was shed a tear too.
And said, "Oh, Diana..."
* * *
June 2009.
Lewis slammed his bag down on his table and bounced carelessly to his chair. His fairly handsome face was red and hot from the cold outside, and his thick, reddish-brown hair wasn't as smart as it usually was. Everyone in the class knew that it wasn't the right time to bother to ask him what happen, because without a logical reason at all, he could explode at them in a split second.
But there was only one person who knew him better than most. Even his parents didn't know him that well, and Lewis had to admit that he hadn't met anyone like her; this girl that knew him by heart. It was even more amazing when he realized he hadn't known her for long, but already Lewis felt like she was his. And he didn't really feel the urge to share her with anyone.
With the realization creeping into his mind, and the frustration that kept getting stronger by second that passed, he began to look around the class to search for his guardian angel. His head moved around the classroom, his thick hair hang loosely on his forehead, tangled with the corner of his eyes.
And when he couldn't find his favorite person in the world, his frustration was just getting stronger.
He stood up and asked one of his classmate, "Have you seen-"
But the girl quickly answered him, "She's outside, if I wasn't mistaken. With her friends, a guy." The girl shrugged carelessly, and as if guessed, Lewis dash out of the class quickly, taking his bag with him and almost ran out of the school in a split second until he reach the park.
His eyes went everywhere, crazily uncontrolled. The heart that always bloomed whenever he heard her name was now in panic and sadness.
A guy? Which guy is daring to take my angel? I'm not willing to share her, didn't I make it quite clear already?
His madness was uncontrollable by the time he saw a girl and a boy from the back. The girl had this blond, curly hair and touched to the waist, and her body was almost slim. He thought it was her, but when he got to them, it was a different guy.
"Shit." He cursed and it was when he saw a shining girl, as if with halo, sitting by near the pond and was smiling to her self as she fed the fishes. She was wearing a beautiful, green dress and a simple white ribbon on her hair, and she was unmistakably the most gorgeous girl this town had ever had.
Lewis was impatient; he ran to get her.
"Who's the guy?" He wasn't rough with her, he wouldn't be able to. She was flabbergasted, and was clutching her heart so tight when she stood up to face him.
She sigh, "Which guy?"
"The girls in the class told me you got a guy with you," he almost stabbed his own heart. She shook her head and smoothed her dress.
"And you believe them?"
"What...?"
"Didn't I tell you not to believe anyone just like that? Or were you not listening to me?"
"Do you mean...?" He was out of breath. She made a little laugh and led him to a nearest bench under a blossoming tree.
"What guy? You know I have no guy..." She smiled. And it took his breath away even more.
"So they were lying, weren't they?!" He was now mad, to the girls in his class. He was about to stand and get them back, but her hands was faster; she caught him and let him sat back.
"And didn't I tell you to be more easy with things? Really, were you listening to me? Or are you going to break my heart, Lewis Littlejohn?" She was joking, of course, but he couldn't help it, and held her hands tightly. She was so irresistible and he was losing it.
In the past, he had been frustrated like he did just now, but he was worst by then. He slammed everything he saw, and exploded at everyone. He was in rage and usually out of control.
But now...
Now, he had her to hang on. Lewis had his own guardian that taught him how to change himself to be a better person.
He hadn't need to be in rage anymore; all he need to do was to hold on her.
And without debating anymore, he wrapped his arms around her and hug her to his chest tightly.
"I need you..."
"Well," she replied his hug, "you do know I'm always here."
And Lewis whispered, "Oh Diana..."
* * *
January 2009.
Lewis was a handsome guy, fairly with his thick, reddish-brown hair, and with a body like a star. He had all the appearance that every girl would crave for, but he had not been drown to any of them. Unfortunately, he came from a sad background, a broken family, a divorce parents, a killer brother, a drug-dealer's sister and was now living in a foster home where he was being bullied and pointed guilty by everyone. It was like living in a hell.
But hell was better.
Lewis Littlejohn had no point or focus in life. He was almost like a loner walking on the street, he was like the most quiet person in the market, he never smiled to anyone and not even thinking about greeting someone. Nothing matter to him, and he wasn't about to brag or sobbed about it. It had no meaning for him.
Life was fake.
One day, he went back to the foster a little late; he had went to the library town for some research for his college work. His mood was all the better since he succeed in finishing his little project for the English Literature. But he didn't think that coming back to the hell was ruining everything.
"Why are you home so late, Lewis?!" His foster mother shouted even before he could slam his butt down the sofa to rest from the long walk.
"I went to town..." He replied lazily.
"Hah. What an easy answer boy, what an easy answer. I thought I've told you many times ago, that you're not allowed to make your own rules in the fucking house. But why did you come and go on your own just like you own this shit?!" It was her stinging, ugly voice that caught his head aching. And he tried not to argue at first but kept it low.
"I was researching, that's why I'm late," he sigh.
"Oh yeah? You really fuckin' think that I'd believe, huh? Stupid boy, you got no brain at all, you hear me? No brain at all! What's with the research-"
"SHUT UP!!!" Lewis was unable to stop himself anymore. He stood up and threw his hand in the air. His face was red with agony. It was time for him to defend himself.
"You-" His foster mother was about to start, but he didn't give her a split chance.
"And you know what? I don't fucking care about the rules you made in this house. All the stupid, lame rules you made! And this ain't even a house for fuck sake, it's a bloody hell. Even hell was fucking better. You all are just motherfucking liar and heartless. It was such a wrong decision of me to move here, to think that I'd be in a house with different other brothers and sisters together to share something I thought I'd get, but guess what? I got fucking nothing. I got bullshit, and I got this! Fuck you all!"
And Lewis left the hell, slamming the door loudly behind him. With his unruly hair, and his wet shirts, he was out again in the cold night. He was lonely, he had never felt as lonely as he was now. He had seen his others friends inside the foster, gathering behind their foster mother as he shouted everything out. He saw their disgusted and surprised faces, but he couldn't care less. He was not getting it all away. He was tired of it.
He was tired...
"Hey... You do know it's not good to be out in the cold without any jacket."
It was only when he was about to sit on the side of the road when the beautiful, sing-song voice touched his sensitive ears. He usually exploded already whenever someone started to talk to him when he's not in mood, but this time, all the voice and the words were too heartfelt for him to shout. He looked up and searched around before finding an angel on his right, handing him a scarf.
At least he thought she was an angel...
And then he realized she was pouting, "Aren't you going to accept my offer?" She was so soft, and so beautiful. Everything about her that he could see had already melt all his agony away. He wasn't shaking anymore, he wasn't breathing hard anymore. He was alright, and most importantly, he was in a calm and peaceful state. His mind was clear.
"Thank you," he managed to crack and about to take the scarf, but she pulled her hands away.
"Let me," she smiled and before he could avoid it, she was sitting beside him and put the scarf around his shoulder neatly. Lewis didn't want to think about it, but he could feel her calm breathing on his cheeks as she lean in, and her soft skins on his neck as she moved around.
"You...?" He was now all confused. And she took a deep breath and smile at him.
"I just walked around and saw you... Are you alright?" Lewis almost fainted; it was as if she knew he wasn't.
"Yeah, I'm cool..."
"You can be open to me Lewis.. I'm all here when you need someone to talk to."
"But.."
She stopped him immediately and pulled her inside her soft and warm embrace.
"I know you needed someone.. I just want to help."
Lewis was stunned. And his heart was melting quickly. He was warm now. All safe.
"You're... an angel." He said breathlessly. And he pulled her tighter, closer to him. Lewis was sure she was smiling.
"No. I'm not. I'm Diana..."
Diana... My Diana...
Lewis put his head on her shoulder before she stroke his hair.
"I need a help... A help like yours..." He said weakly.
"I know, but can you see I'm here? I'm listening to you Lewis... I'm listening to you.."
"Oh Diana..." Was all that Lewis could say.
December 2009.
"Lewis... Will you please just tell me where are we heading now?"
It was probably her shaky voice or the fact that she was without realizing clutching his hand tightly that made Lewis chuckled. But he kept his hand firmly to hold her balance and made sure the black clothes covering her eyes was not loosened.
"If I tell you now, it wouldn't be a surprise. You do know that lame rule, don't you?" He chuckled again, and carefully caught her when she tripped over a twig. She bit her red, full lips and shook her head.
"You're so unbelievable at times," she sighed.
He resist the urged to kiss her soft, plum cheek and said, "Most of the time, you mean?"
She nodded vigorously and the winds caught her hair and it blew up high to the side. She clicked her tongue and Lewis could see that she was trying hard not to frown. But her forehead had shown hundred lines of thinking.
Even then, her face was as smooth as the first morning light. It hurt him if he couldn't see her everyday.
"We're close," he whispered. She swallowed hard.
Lewis was stunned by the silence that followed them at that particular moment. He was taking her in the middle of a beautiful, green forest with evergreen leaves, and hundred different types of flowers blooming on the ground. It was almost misty, but the sun was out, and they both could smell the various scents from the buds. There was only the sounds of the wind blowing the ground, and the birds swiftly fly by with their little whistles. As if the forests knew what he wanted, as if the animals understood what he was feeling.
He smiled as his feet stepped into a clearing and helped her to jump over the small muddy ground. But unfortunately, she tripped over something, and as Lewis tried his best not to let her fall down, he failed to maintain his balance and eventually fall on his back to the grassy land.
And together, they both fall down to earth, with Lewis arms tightly on her waist and her hands clutching tightly onto his shirt's collar, rolling to one side of the hill.
It was, for Lewis, a miracle.
It was, for her, a fright.
But without mentioning, even the silent forest, the strong breeze and the flying birds knew that both of them loved the fact that they were as close as two person could be.
And not wanting to let go. Inseparable.
"Lewis!" She squealed as they both landed with a thud on the very low side of the hill. They were both out of breath, and Lewis was smiling with his eyes closed as she hold on to her who lay on top of him.
Without waiting anymore, she let go of the black cloths covering her eyes and squinted as the blazing light of the sun caught her eyes. And she gasped as she saw Lewis under her, not moving, not breathing. She was worried sick.
"Lewis? Lewis?! Lewis, wake up!" She began to shake his face and tried everything so that he'd breath again, but Lewis smile wasn't fading, though he wasn't breathing.
"I love you."
Lewis whispered in the still of the silence as she breath in and he breath out.
She froze with those words and found her world rocked on around her with him in the center.
He opened his eyes.
She shed a tear.
"Lewis?"
"I love you." He repeated. "I have always love you though, but you know, I have to make it official..." He smiled.
She froze for a second but slapped his chest playfully after awhile, "You! You should have just said it earlier!" She pouted while Lewis's lips created an O as he was shocked with what she just said.
And as if she just realized it too, she blushed so hard that she hid her face on Lewis's shirt.
But Lewis wasn't about to drop it off.
"Did you say something just now, honey?"
She looked up, and bit her lips.
"You do know I did. Again, you're so unbelievable!" She slap him again playfully. But this time, Lewis was laughing so hard until he couldn't help it and rolled around to exchange place. He was now on top of her, and she looked so cute with her eyes up on him.
"Suppose we just have to be honest here?" He smiled, and lightly kissed the tip of her nose. She pouted and blushed. But Lewis was the most happiest guy ever found on earth when he felt her hands brushing the side of his body and landed behind her neck. She caressed it, as smooth as her face was, and put a little smile.
"Lewis... I love you too. And I have been in love with you, long before you knew me, long before you saw me; because I've loved you first, the day I first spoke to you, it's getting stronger.. until now." She shed a tear again, and Lewis was too stunned to even erase it away like she always did it to him when he was down.
All he could do was shed a tear too.
And said, "Oh, Diana..."
* * *
June 2009.
Lewis slammed his bag down on his table and bounced carelessly to his chair. His fairly handsome face was red and hot from the cold outside, and his thick, reddish-brown hair wasn't as smart as it usually was. Everyone in the class knew that it wasn't the right time to bother to ask him what happen, because without a logical reason at all, he could explode at them in a split second.
But there was only one person who knew him better than most. Even his parents didn't know him that well, and Lewis had to admit that he hadn't met anyone like her; this girl that knew him by heart. It was even more amazing when he realized he hadn't known her for long, but already Lewis felt like she was his. And he didn't really feel the urge to share her with anyone.
With the realization creeping into his mind, and the frustration that kept getting stronger by second that passed, he began to look around the class to search for his guardian angel. His head moved around the classroom, his thick hair hang loosely on his forehead, tangled with the corner of his eyes.
And when he couldn't find his favorite person in the world, his frustration was just getting stronger.
He stood up and asked one of his classmate, "Have you seen-"
But the girl quickly answered him, "She's outside, if I wasn't mistaken. With her friends, a guy." The girl shrugged carelessly, and as if guessed, Lewis dash out of the class quickly, taking his bag with him and almost ran out of the school in a split second until he reach the park.
His eyes went everywhere, crazily uncontrolled. The heart that always bloomed whenever he heard her name was now in panic and sadness.
A guy? Which guy is daring to take my angel? I'm not willing to share her, didn't I make it quite clear already?
His madness was uncontrollable by the time he saw a girl and a boy from the back. The girl had this blond, curly hair and touched to the waist, and her body was almost slim. He thought it was her, but when he got to them, it was a different guy.
"Shit." He cursed and it was when he saw a shining girl, as if with halo, sitting by near the pond and was smiling to her self as she fed the fishes. She was wearing a beautiful, green dress and a simple white ribbon on her hair, and she was unmistakably the most gorgeous girl this town had ever had.
Lewis was impatient; he ran to get her.
"Who's the guy?" He wasn't rough with her, he wouldn't be able to. She was flabbergasted, and was clutching her heart so tight when she stood up to face him.
She sigh, "Which guy?"
"The girls in the class told me you got a guy with you," he almost stabbed his own heart. She shook her head and smoothed her dress.
"And you believe them?"
"What...?"
"Didn't I tell you not to believe anyone just like that? Or were you not listening to me?"
"Do you mean...?" He was out of breath. She made a little laugh and led him to a nearest bench under a blossoming tree.
"What guy? You know I have no guy..." She smiled. And it took his breath away even more.
"So they were lying, weren't they?!" He was now mad, to the girls in his class. He was about to stand and get them back, but her hands was faster; she caught him and let him sat back.
"And didn't I tell you to be more easy with things? Really, were you listening to me? Or are you going to break my heart, Lewis Littlejohn?" She was joking, of course, but he couldn't help it, and held her hands tightly. She was so irresistible and he was losing it.
In the past, he had been frustrated like he did just now, but he was worst by then. He slammed everything he saw, and exploded at everyone. He was in rage and usually out of control.
But now...
Now, he had her to hang on. Lewis had his own guardian that taught him how to change himself to be a better person.
He hadn't need to be in rage anymore; all he need to do was to hold on her.
And without debating anymore, he wrapped his arms around her and hug her to his chest tightly.
"I need you..."
"Well," she replied his hug, "you do know I'm always here."
And Lewis whispered, "Oh Diana..."
* * *
January 2009.
Lewis was a handsome guy, fairly with his thick, reddish-brown hair, and with a body like a star. He had all the appearance that every girl would crave for, but he had not been drown to any of them. Unfortunately, he came from a sad background, a broken family, a divorce parents, a killer brother, a drug-dealer's sister and was now living in a foster home where he was being bullied and pointed guilty by everyone. It was like living in a hell.
But hell was better.
Lewis Littlejohn had no point or focus in life. He was almost like a loner walking on the street, he was like the most quiet person in the market, he never smiled to anyone and not even thinking about greeting someone. Nothing matter to him, and he wasn't about to brag or sobbed about it. It had no meaning for him.
Life was fake.
One day, he went back to the foster a little late; he had went to the library town for some research for his college work. His mood was all the better since he succeed in finishing his little project for the English Literature. But he didn't think that coming back to the hell was ruining everything.
"Why are you home so late, Lewis?!" His foster mother shouted even before he could slam his butt down the sofa to rest from the long walk.
"I went to town..." He replied lazily.
"Hah. What an easy answer boy, what an easy answer. I thought I've told you many times ago, that you're not allowed to make your own rules in the fucking house. But why did you come and go on your own just like you own this shit?!" It was her stinging, ugly voice that caught his head aching. And he tried not to argue at first but kept it low.
"I was researching, that's why I'm late," he sigh.
"Oh yeah? You really fuckin' think that I'd believe, huh? Stupid boy, you got no brain at all, you hear me? No brain at all! What's with the research-"
"SHUT UP!!!" Lewis was unable to stop himself anymore. He stood up and threw his hand in the air. His face was red with agony. It was time for him to defend himself.
"You-" His foster mother was about to start, but he didn't give her a split chance.
"And you know what? I don't fucking care about the rules you made in this house. All the stupid, lame rules you made! And this ain't even a house for fuck sake, it's a bloody hell. Even hell was fucking better. You all are just motherfucking liar and heartless. It was such a wrong decision of me to move here, to think that I'd be in a house with different other brothers and sisters together to share something I thought I'd get, but guess what? I got fucking nothing. I got bullshit, and I got this! Fuck you all!"
And Lewis left the hell, slamming the door loudly behind him. With his unruly hair, and his wet shirts, he was out again in the cold night. He was lonely, he had never felt as lonely as he was now. He had seen his others friends inside the foster, gathering behind their foster mother as he shouted everything out. He saw their disgusted and surprised faces, but he couldn't care less. He was not getting it all away. He was tired of it.
He was tired...
"Hey... You do know it's not good to be out in the cold without any jacket."
It was only when he was about to sit on the side of the road when the beautiful, sing-song voice touched his sensitive ears. He usually exploded already whenever someone started to talk to him when he's not in mood, but this time, all the voice and the words were too heartfelt for him to shout. He looked up and searched around before finding an angel on his right, handing him a scarf.
At least he thought she was an angel...
And then he realized she was pouting, "Aren't you going to accept my offer?" She was so soft, and so beautiful. Everything about her that he could see had already melt all his agony away. He wasn't shaking anymore, he wasn't breathing hard anymore. He was alright, and most importantly, he was in a calm and peaceful state. His mind was clear.
"Thank you," he managed to crack and about to take the scarf, but she pulled her hands away.
"Let me," she smiled and before he could avoid it, she was sitting beside him and put the scarf around his shoulder neatly. Lewis didn't want to think about it, but he could feel her calm breathing on his cheeks as she lean in, and her soft skins on his neck as she moved around.
"You...?" He was now all confused. And she took a deep breath and smile at him.
"I just walked around and saw you... Are you alright?" Lewis almost fainted; it was as if she knew he wasn't.
"Yeah, I'm cool..."
"You can be open to me Lewis.. I'm all here when you need someone to talk to."
"But.."
She stopped him immediately and pulled her inside her soft and warm embrace.
"I know you needed someone.. I just want to help."
Lewis was stunned. And his heart was melting quickly. He was warm now. All safe.
"You're... an angel." He said breathlessly. And he pulled her tighter, closer to him. Lewis was sure she was smiling.
"No. I'm not. I'm Diana..."
Diana... My Diana...
Lewis put his head on her shoulder before she stroke his hair.
"I need a help... A help like yours..." He said weakly.
"I know, but can you see I'm here? I'm listening to you Lewis... I'm listening to you.."
"Oh Diana..." Was all that Lewis could say.
Written by : Mia Insomnia - Friday, 5th March 2010.
"As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts, oh the warmth on your eyes swept me into your arms... Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night? For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt."
The soft, enchanting voice was so clear and closed to his sensitive ears. It was like a spell that flew off invisibly in the air during this time of winter. The snowflakes were everywhere, blazes had just started, and the wind blew in so strongly. But for Dylan, the voice of Sierra was the coldest and loudest thing he could hear, and without him wanting to, he was beginning to fall for the spell. The enchanting, irresistible singing voice of an angel.
Not to mention the meaning behind every special, little words she just sang out. The lyrics that she mentioned she had fallen in love with, which she stated as the best one ever released in the world at the moment. She pronounced every each of them with such great softness, even the flow of the waterfall weren't able to detect her. Her lips formed with every tuned she made, every little pitch she put. It was amazing to see even her face stayed as calm as the serene, frozen water. The angelic smiles that played on her full, red lips, connected to her naturally green, as green as the forest eyes and every pretty, stepping movement she made on the noiseless puddle of snow below.
As if there was a spotlight shining on her, she'd be a fairy coming out of a five year old girl book, with her enchanting voices, beautifully, less compared figure and the pretty step dancing she did. She was an angel, he wanted to believe.
"Stop singing, Sierra..." He groaned softly. His face straight ahead, didn't have the intention to turn to see her vulnerable, young, sweet face making a pout. Sierra didn't seem to listen to her partner, instead continued her humming and turning around to make a dancing circle with her winter coat.
Dylan swallowed, still feeling it was impossible to resist his own, true desire now. But he tried, he had to. Sierra smiled, as if understanding him and made a little laugh that sounded like a beautiful sonnet.
"Am I driving you crazy, Dylan?" Eventually ignoring his stiffness, she hoped and landed beside him. Her soft hands wrapping Dylan's and he had the urge to sweep her off of the snow ground into his warm hands.
"A lot." He said, breathing uneasy. Even if he had all the desires building up inside him, Dylan didn't show an attempt to move his arms away. He stayed there where he was, and both the young couple kept walking through the cold, winter night. As they usually did.
It was Sierra's whole idea and desire. She wanted to have a night walk during winter and autumn with the one she loved. Only a night walk, she said, but Dylan couldn't help of wishing more.
"Why don't you try to kiss me then? Or hug me?" That sentenced somehow had made Dylan froze than the frozen ices beneath him. He was surprised by the statement asked from Sierra's little mouth toward him. It was never there before.
"Sierra?" He had to make sure.
"Here, darling." She giggled and waved her little fingers in front of his face. And without any warning at all, she stood on her tip-toed and leaned in to kiss the corner of his lips. Not fully in the middle, just the right corner, but already Dylan felt like a lightning striking him at that very moment. As slowly as a timer could count, he moved his hands up toward her neck, where he could feel Sierra's little shudder. But her eyes were glittering with awe.
"You don't make me do something I don't want to, Sierra." Dylan's voice was even softer now. But Sierra's mouth hang open and she jumped up and down on her little feet. Her hands all over Dylan's broad chest.
"Dylan! Don't you know that you are also driving me crazy right here at this moment?" With wide eyes, Sierra cupped her hands on her neck and sighed loudly. Moving his arms away, she stepped back a little.
"Or do I have to sing again for you?" She asked.
"Sierra..." Dylan felt his heartbeat lost it's own rhythm; he just want her in his arms now. But instead, Sierra made another pretty dancing steps she knew before singing her favourite song.
"And my head told my heart, 'let love grow', but my heart told my head, 'this time no, this time no..." With one beautiful last circle, Sierra stopped directly in front of Dylan in time where he caught her in his arms. As tightly as he could, Dylan cuddled his loved in his arms and planted kisses in every inches of her face. The road was empty, and the snow and cold seemed to understand their truly desire; everything suddenly went warm and beautiful surrounding them.
Sierra caught a breath before she could meet her lips with him, and then smiled as he frowned.
"This time yes?" She asked, her voice full with enchanting spells, and Dylan wanted to faint and fall for it already.
Impatiently, he nodded vigorously and kissed the tip of her nose before adding, "This time you're mine, this time I'm yours and this time yes, yes for making true love."
Sierra smiled was captured fully by Dylan, and he wasn't about to let go. For once, Dylan felt all freely to move and touch Sierra anywhere he wanted. He thought it would be years and years of waiting for him to be able to do that, but he didn't realize his angel her self was in true desire that he had contain ever since he met her. Now everything was easier for them.
Sierra could sing any song she liked every time they went out for a walk, and that means, Dylan could do just anything he wanted whenever he heard her enchanting, spell of voices giving him the desires.
Nothing could stop them now. Not them, their selves.
"As the winter winds litter London with lonely hearts, oh the warmth on your eyes swept me into your arms... Was it love or fear of the cold that led us through the night? For every kiss your beauty trumped my doubt."
The soft, enchanting voice was so clear and closed to his sensitive ears. It was like a spell that flew off invisibly in the air during this time of winter. The snowflakes were everywhere, blazes had just started, and the wind blew in so strongly. But for Dylan, the voice of Sierra was the coldest and loudest thing he could hear, and without him wanting to, he was beginning to fall for the spell. The enchanting, irresistible singing voice of an angel.
Not to mention the meaning behind every special, little words she just sang out. The lyrics that she mentioned she had fallen in love with, which she stated as the best one ever released in the world at the moment. She pronounced every each of them with such great softness, even the flow of the waterfall weren't able to detect her. Her lips formed with every tuned she made, every little pitch she put. It was amazing to see even her face stayed as calm as the serene, frozen water. The angelic smiles that played on her full, red lips, connected to her naturally green, as green as the forest eyes and every pretty, stepping movement she made on the noiseless puddle of snow below.
As if there was a spotlight shining on her, she'd be a fairy coming out of a five year old girl book, with her enchanting voices, beautifully, less compared figure and the pretty step dancing she did. She was an angel, he wanted to believe.
"Stop singing, Sierra..." He groaned softly. His face straight ahead, didn't have the intention to turn to see her vulnerable, young, sweet face making a pout. Sierra didn't seem to listen to her partner, instead continued her humming and turning around to make a dancing circle with her winter coat.
Dylan swallowed, still feeling it was impossible to resist his own, true desire now. But he tried, he had to. Sierra smiled, as if understanding him and made a little laugh that sounded like a beautiful sonnet.
"Am I driving you crazy, Dylan?" Eventually ignoring his stiffness, she hoped and landed beside him. Her soft hands wrapping Dylan's and he had the urge to sweep her off of the snow ground into his warm hands.
"A lot." He said, breathing uneasy. Even if he had all the desires building up inside him, Dylan didn't show an attempt to move his arms away. He stayed there where he was, and both the young couple kept walking through the cold, winter night. As they usually did.
It was Sierra's whole idea and desire. She wanted to have a night walk during winter and autumn with the one she loved. Only a night walk, she said, but Dylan couldn't help of wishing more.
"Why don't you try to kiss me then? Or hug me?" That sentenced somehow had made Dylan froze than the frozen ices beneath him. He was surprised by the statement asked from Sierra's little mouth toward him. It was never there before.
"Sierra?" He had to make sure.
"Here, darling." She giggled and waved her little fingers in front of his face. And without any warning at all, she stood on her tip-toed and leaned in to kiss the corner of his lips. Not fully in the middle, just the right corner, but already Dylan felt like a lightning striking him at that very moment. As slowly as a timer could count, he moved his hands up toward her neck, where he could feel Sierra's little shudder. But her eyes were glittering with awe.
"You don't make me do something I don't want to, Sierra." Dylan's voice was even softer now. But Sierra's mouth hang open and she jumped up and down on her little feet. Her hands all over Dylan's broad chest.
"Dylan! Don't you know that you are also driving me crazy right here at this moment?" With wide eyes, Sierra cupped her hands on her neck and sighed loudly. Moving his arms away, she stepped back a little.
"Or do I have to sing again for you?" She asked.
"Sierra..." Dylan felt his heartbeat lost it's own rhythm; he just want her in his arms now. But instead, Sierra made another pretty dancing steps she knew before singing her favourite song.
"And my head told my heart, 'let love grow', but my heart told my head, 'this time no, this time no..." With one beautiful last circle, Sierra stopped directly in front of Dylan in time where he caught her in his arms. As tightly as he could, Dylan cuddled his loved in his arms and planted kisses in every inches of her face. The road was empty, and the snow and cold seemed to understand their truly desire; everything suddenly went warm and beautiful surrounding them.
Sierra caught a breath before she could meet her lips with him, and then smiled as he frowned.
"This time yes?" She asked, her voice full with enchanting spells, and Dylan wanted to faint and fall for it already.
Impatiently, he nodded vigorously and kissed the tip of her nose before adding, "This time you're mine, this time I'm yours and this time yes, yes for making true love."
Sierra smiled was captured fully by Dylan, and he wasn't about to let go. For once, Dylan felt all freely to move and touch Sierra anywhere he wanted. He thought it would be years and years of waiting for him to be able to do that, but he didn't realize his angel her self was in true desire that he had contain ever since he met her. Now everything was easier for them.
Sierra could sing any song she liked every time they went out for a walk, and that means, Dylan could do just anything he wanted whenever he heard her enchanting, spell of voices giving him the desires.
Nothing could stop them now. Not them, their selves.
Even The Rain Cry.
Written By : Mia Insomnia - January 10, 2010.
World oh world...
Can't you see?
Even the rain tries.
Though the rain dries.
Still the rain cries.
And do you know why?
Heaven oh heaven...
My heart was broken.
The flying soul was taken.
Though I stand up, in a life that was thrown.
How long can I endure this pain hidden?
Sorry I am sorry...
I understand that it's not what you planned.
I am sorry, I was the one who can't mend.
I apologize for not doing what I tend.
But know it's too late, isn't it?
Because...
Because...
This caused my life to break.
If I should write them down,
They will be more than the grains of sand,
Those things you desire in this world.
And even the rain cries
Even crying a river was not possible anymore.
For they cried an ocean for me.
For the rain cries, and they never will stop.
World oh world...
Can't you see?
Even the rain tries.
Though the rain dries.
Still the rain cries.
And do you know why?
Heaven oh heaven...
My heart was broken.
The flying soul was taken.
Though I stand up, in a life that was thrown.
How long can I endure this pain hidden?
Sorry I am sorry...
I understand that it's not what you planned.
I am sorry, I was the one who can't mend.
I apologize for not doing what I tend.
But know it's too late, isn't it?
Because...
Because...
This caused my life to break.
If I should write them down,
They will be more than the grains of sand,
Those things you desire in this world.
And even the rain cries
Even crying a river was not possible anymore.
For they cried an ocean for me.
For the rain cries, and they never will stop.
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