Thursday, May 1, 2014

The Innocent Weapon

The pen,
Sharp, impaling
The crash,
Loud, everlasting
My chest,
Struck by the innocent weapon
Ambulance arrive,
Too late
I am,
No longer in pain
I am dead,
Empty, gone
At peace,
At last,
No longer waiting the next innocent weapon
Alone,
Not quite,

For one by one everybody must fall

Memories

The car ride was quiet, a result of an annoyed father and a teenaged girl armed with four of the most annoying words in the english language. "Are we there yet?" Finally, with a sigh, the father pulled into the driveway. "Thank God," he muttered before continuing louder, "honey we're home." No reply. "Honey?" he repeats, while unbuckling his seat belt. Once free he twists in his seat so he can see his daughter to check if she's ignoring him. But as he turns, his eyes fall upon his sleeping daughter, her knees pulled up to her chest and head resting precariously on her taunt seatbelt as a pillow.

A smile graced his rugged face for the first time in the entire car ride as he stepped out into the cool nights air. He opened the rear driver's side door and leaned into the car wrapping his oversized jacket around her slim pale shoulders. He unclipped her seat belt ensuring her head was resting on his shoulder before picking her up with one arm around her waist and one under her knees. He lifted her sleeping figure and pulled her into the air, pushing the door shut behind him.

He thought about the look she had had before, the stuborn slightly angry eyes and the stuborn set jaw as she argued with him. But now she was so peaceful and serene hardly as demonic as she had seemed before.

As he thought these things she shifted slightly, "mm...daddy?" she mumbled. "Yes baby?" he replied.

"Are we there yet?"

He sighs, "yes honey, we're home." She smiles slightly and snuggles closer to his chest.

Little did she know:
These moments are the moments he tresures, the moments that fill his heart with joy in the darkest times, the moments he remembers when he's far from home and missing you. HIS moments, YOUR moments, both of your moments.

Little did he know:
These moments are the moments she remembers throughout her entire life. No matter how old she grew these memories were as potent as her first kiss, first heartbreak even her wedding day. No matter what she was going to be 'Daddy's little girl' because through it all he was always there.

He was her bestfriend in the loneliest moments,
Her pillow in moments of saddness,
Her rock in unstable times,
Her security blanket after a bad dream,

Her one and only,

Daddy

Welcome to the other (less ranty) side of You Will Be Seen As..

Welcome to the more creative side of You Will Be Seen As..., on this part of the blog I will be simply posting stories and poems and anything else that comes out of this messed up brain of mine and lands either on paper, in my chicken scratch writing to be transferred to type, or lands onto my keyboard, coming out in a hopefully understandable way.  But just as a warning, I post and then edit afterward if I get are to it, my spelling is usually very good but there are definitely some times when my punctuation is off so I hope not to offend anyone if this is the case, it's more to get the words written down then to move my readers with the grace of my written word.

-Revery