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The sun reflects off of the shop windows across the street, and the color that shines on the black pavement looks like blood pouring out of a body. The garbage bags buried into the alleyway release an odor of death and dying. The rotten and stale food permeates the air mixing with the car and bus exhaust. The polyester blend of his shirt begins to make his skin itch and crawl, making him feel like there are thousands of pins being stabbed into every part of his body. His skin crawling like there are bugs on every inch of his body makes him want to peel it off. If only he could dig his nails underneath his skin and peel it off in strips like strips of bacon in a frying pan. The honking of cars impatiently trying to get to wherever they’re going in a hurry makes him clench his fists in frustration. His fingernails dig into the palms of his hands, and he can feel the blood beginning to trickle down his palms from the cuts. The blood drips down his hands as he hangs them exasperatedly by his sides. The squeaking and squealing of the rubber tires against the black asphalt pavement brings him back to reality. The cars speed by, colors flashing madly in front of him. However, there is only one color he can see. Red. Not a cherry red or an apple red but blood red. The red that is seen gushing out from human bodies. Red like no other.
Clouds rolled in silently from the north, a chilling breeze rustled the leaves on the trees, causing the blackbirds to take flight. He saw lightning in the distance, and felt as if thunder would sound any second. He looked up to the sky, almost questioning, as he slowly wiped the tears from his eyes. The air, moist and thick, made breathing especially difficult this dreary Monday morning. The smell of rain filled the air, a smell similar to that of fresh-cut grass, a smell that only made him reminisce the past. Red, blue, and black cars sped down the boulevard, splashing dirt onto the curb where he stood, waiting for a bus he did not think would ever come. The cars blurred past, all he saw was gray. He has never felt so alone in his life, as he gives in to what some would call his pride, allowing the salty, warm tears to roll down his cheeks. His heart breaks as a glass plate shatters to the floor. Love lost, the pit in his stomach is the least of his worries, as this feeling can never be replaced, and this moment will forever be remembered. He wants to smile, but an overwhelming sadness cannot allow him to be happy, not in this moment or this day. He knows a time will come when he can smile, as some believe happiness must be achieved, but today is a “broken hallelujah.”
LCS “broken hallelujah” – Jeff Buckley Cover for Hallelujah
A gust of wind sends leaves tumbling across the street before him. The leaves, defenseless against the merciless wind, are left alone to blow until they may finally find a place to rest. The wind ruffles the lapels of the man’s jacket. The exhaust from the passing traffic infiltrates his nose making it unpleasant to breathe. Grimacing, he gazes upwards at the gray, cloudy sky, pleading with the clouds to hold the moisture they contain. A bus stops, of course, it is not the bus he needs. The passengers, weary and tired, are staring off into space, waiting for their destination. “Better to be on the bus than off,” he thought to himself. The bus doors close with a familiar click and the bus begins to rumble on its way, taking its passengers back to their warm homes and families. The man stares out across the busy, crowded road, eyes searching for the bus that will take him home. The noise of the city street penetrates his mind. Unable to think about anything else he stares down at the sidewalk. An ant takes a chunk off of a half eaten apple lying next to the nearby trashcan. It scampers along the sidewalk, dodging the now falling raindrops, back to his nest with the food that will feed his family tonight. The man looks out at the now rainy scene before him, searching for the bus he has waited so long for. Searching for someone to care.
I’m sitting, waiting, and thinking, as the world turns sluggishly around me making every minute feel like an hour. Everything around me is in slow motion. As time goes by, the sky gets darker and starts closing in on me. I feel as if there is nowhere else for me to go. Thunder crashes and lighting strikes, splitting the tree next to me. The ground I’m sitting on rattles constantly jolting every part of my body. The continuous rain pours out of the grey sky pounding down like bullets. The street now filling with water overflows onto the sidewalk drenching my shoes. A black car drives by without slowing down, soaking the rest of my body. I look like death. My once clean, brown hair has been turned pitch black from the water, washing me out and making my skin look white, like a corpse. I hear a voice in my head playing back conversations from the past. At the same time numerous questions pop up in my head, wishing they could be answered, but no one is around. I’m alone. My clothes weigh me down, I can barely move. I want to rip off my clothes but, both of my arms feel like they’re 20 pounds and I can’t lift them. It’s almost like a nightmare. Why can’t I wake up from this terror? A man walks by starring me down looking into my blood shot, raccoon eyes trying to read me, but he cannot. I no longer identify with the others in this world; I’m on my own.
The wind suddenly picks up, suffocating me with the horrid smell of the trashcan and the homeless man, who had settled down next to the trashcan. The odors fill my noise; I can’t breathe. I want to stand up and get away from the odors but my body feels numb. My world stops, but the world around me continues. The wails of the young girl sitting on her mothers lap next to me pierce my ears. Aside from the busy bus stop crowd, I can feel drops of sweat rolling down my spine, giving me chills. The hot sun beating down on my back was causing my clothes to dampen. The cars continue to pass by as I stare straight across the street. The colors of the cars became black and white. My teeth began to hurt my clenching them down so hard. The gum in my mouth, sitting on my tongue, has lost its flavor. My salty fingers reach in my mouth to take out my gum and toss it under the wooden bench. As I lean forward to throw my gum, I notice a commotion. A mob of ants appeared to be viciously attacking a helpless rolly polly. My world before seemed so joyful, but now it become apparent that violence is everywhere. The bus finally appears. As the bus pulls away from the stop, my eyes are once again filled with the sight of moving cars. As the world around me becomes dark, I decide it is time for me to finally walk home.
Blank stares at passing cars, one by one, pass by as i ponder on what had just occurred. It was as if each cars represented a treasured memory of him and I valued each one. They all had a unique appearance, whether it be by color, model, size, or sound. I thought about his first baseball game ever. The joy that came to his face as he truly loved to play the game. His first communion, when he accepted Jesus Christ into his life. Memory after memory slid by. Tears started to accumulate on my face, like his pores were suffering a heavy rain fall, as they sunk in. Sorrowfulness resided in my parched throat as he just sits there. I could not speak; it was just too tough. Soon enough, the cars were all gone. The memories had vanished. There were no more cars passing by, no more memories, no more liveliness. The sun seemed to had vanished and the pain felt dense. The humidity caused my back to sweat profusely as I felt he was covered in water. There was nothing that could get me moving, silence was what I wanted, not a bird, not a person, and not a bus could have any effect on me. Three Metro Buses passed by, as I sit still not even acknowledging the thing since those cars. The burden felt deeper on me, knowing he had lost all he had. After the day my wife died, he was all that was left of her.
I see the clouds. They drift in front of the sun, dark and dreary. People pass but say nothing, their eyes seem blank, they might as well be transparent. I could walk right through them. My feet touch the ground but I feel as if I could fall right through the ground. I would keep falling until I fall into nothingness. This thought oddly comforts me. The bakery down the street is making doughnuts. The smell usually comforts me, but not today. Today the smell eerily crept towards me, once it reached me I felt trapped. I was trapped inside a dream where all the memories of him slithered around the pathways inside my brain, every path holding a different, painful memory. Something meant to be sweet but now a reminder of a harsh reality. The bus approached. I daydream about jumping in front of it. Maybe I will someday… maybe then I’ll be able to be me.
The sun reflects off of the shop windows across the street, and the color that shines on the black pavement looks like blood pouring out of a body. The garbage bags buried into the alleyway release an odor of death and dying. The rotten and stale food permeates the air mixing with the car and bus exhaust. The polyester blend of his shirt begins to make his skin itch and crawl, making him feel like there are thousands of pins being stabbed into every part of his body. His skin crawling like there are bugs on every inch of his body makes him want to peel it off. If only he could dig his nails underneath his skin and peel it off in strips like strips of bacon in a frying pan.
ReplyDeleteThe honking of cars impatiently trying to get to wherever they’re going in a hurry makes him clench his fists in frustration. His fingernails dig into the palms of his hands, and he can feel the blood beginning to trickle down his palms from the cuts. The blood drips down his hands as he hangs them exasperatedly by his sides. The squeaking and squealing of the rubber tires against the black asphalt pavement brings him back to reality. The cars speed by, colors flashing madly in front of him. However, there is only one color he can see. Red. Not a cherry red or an apple red but blood red. The red that is seen gushing out from human bodies. Red like no other.
AV
Clouds rolled in silently from the north, a chilling breeze rustled the leaves on the trees, causing the blackbirds to take flight. He saw lightning in the distance, and felt as if thunder would sound any second. He looked up to the sky, almost questioning, as he slowly wiped the tears from his eyes. The air, moist and thick, made breathing especially difficult this dreary Monday morning. The smell of rain filled the air, a smell similar to that of fresh-cut grass, a smell that only made him reminisce the past. Red, blue, and black cars sped down the boulevard, splashing dirt onto the curb where he stood, waiting for a bus he did not think would ever come. The cars blurred past, all he saw was gray. He has never felt so alone in his life, as he gives in to what some would call his pride, allowing the salty, warm tears to roll down his cheeks. His heart breaks as a glass plate shatters to the floor. Love lost, the pit in his stomach is the least of his worries, as this feeling can never be replaced, and this moment will forever be remembered. He wants to smile, but an overwhelming sadness cannot allow him to be happy, not in this moment or this day. He knows a time will come when he can smile, as some believe happiness must be achieved, but today is a “broken hallelujah.”
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“broken hallelujah” – Jeff Buckley Cover for Hallelujah
A gust of wind sends leaves tumbling across the street before him. The leaves, defenseless against the merciless wind, are left alone to blow until they may finally find a place to rest. The wind ruffles the lapels of the man’s jacket. The exhaust from the passing traffic infiltrates his nose making it unpleasant to breathe. Grimacing, he gazes upwards at the gray, cloudy sky, pleading with the clouds to hold the moisture they contain.
ReplyDeleteA bus stops, of course, it is not the bus he needs. The passengers, weary and tired, are staring off into space, waiting for their destination. “Better to be on the bus than off,” he thought to himself. The bus doors close with a familiar click and the bus begins to rumble on its way, taking its passengers back to their warm homes and families. The man stares out across the busy, crowded road, eyes searching for the bus that will take him home.
The noise of the city street penetrates his mind. Unable to think about anything else he stares down at the sidewalk. An ant takes a chunk off of a half eaten apple lying next to the nearby trashcan. It scampers along the sidewalk, dodging the now falling raindrops, back to his nest with the food that will feed his family tonight. The man looks out at the now rainy scene before him, searching for the bus he has waited so long for. Searching for someone to care.
MR
I’m sitting, waiting, and thinking, as the world turns sluggishly around me making every minute feel like an hour. Everything around me is in slow motion. As time goes by, the sky gets darker and starts closing in on me. I feel as if there is nowhere else for me to go. Thunder crashes and lighting strikes, splitting the tree next to me. The ground I’m sitting on rattles constantly jolting every part of my body. The continuous rain pours out of the grey sky pounding down like bullets. The street now filling with water overflows onto the sidewalk drenching my shoes. A black car drives by without slowing down, soaking the rest of my body. I look like death. My once clean, brown hair has been turned pitch black from the water, washing me out and making my skin look white, like a corpse. I hear a voice in my head playing back conversations from the past. At the same time numerous questions pop up in my head, wishing they could be answered, but no one is around. I’m alone. My clothes weigh me down, I can barely move. I want to rip off my clothes but, both of my arms feel like they’re 20 pounds and I can’t lift them. It’s almost like a nightmare. Why can’t I wake up from this terror? A man walks by starring me down looking into my blood shot, raccoon eyes trying to read me, but he cannot. I no longer identify with the others in this world; I’m on my own.
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The wind suddenly picks up, suffocating me with the horrid smell of the trashcan and the homeless man, who had settled down next to the trashcan. The odors fill my noise; I can’t breathe. I want to stand up and get away from the odors but my body feels numb. My world stops, but the world around me continues. The wails of the young girl sitting on her mothers lap next to me pierce my ears. Aside from the busy bus stop crowd, I can feel drops of sweat rolling down my spine, giving me chills. The hot sun beating down on my back was causing my clothes to dampen. The cars continue to pass by as I stare straight across the street. The colors of the cars became black and white. My teeth began to hurt my clenching them down so hard. The gum in my mouth, sitting on my tongue, has lost its flavor. My salty fingers reach in my mouth to take out my gum and toss it under the wooden bench. As I lean forward to throw my gum, I notice a commotion. A mob of ants appeared to be viciously attacking a helpless rolly polly. My world before seemed so joyful, but now it become apparent that violence is everywhere. The bus finally appears. As the bus pulls away from the stop, my eyes are once again filled with the sight of moving cars. As the world around me becomes dark, I decide it is time for me to finally walk home.
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Blank stares at passing cars, one by one, pass by as i ponder on what had just occurred. It was as if each cars represented a treasured memory of him and I valued each one. They all had a unique appearance, whether it be by color, model, size, or sound. I thought about his first baseball game ever. The joy that came to his face as he truly loved to play the game. His first communion, when he accepted Jesus Christ into his life. Memory after memory slid by. Tears started to accumulate on my face, like his pores were suffering a heavy rain fall, as they sunk in. Sorrowfulness resided in my parched throat as he just sits there. I could not speak; it was just too tough. Soon enough, the cars were all gone. The memories had vanished. There were no more cars passing by, no more memories, no more liveliness. The sun seemed to had vanished and the pain felt dense. The humidity caused my back to sweat profusely as I felt he was covered in water. There was nothing that could get me moving, silence was what I wanted, not a bird, not a person, and not a bus could have any effect on me. Three Metro Buses passed by, as I sit still not even acknowledging the thing since those cars. The burden felt deeper on me, knowing he had lost all he had. After the day my wife died, he was all that was left of her.
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I see the clouds. They drift in front of the sun, dark and dreary. People pass but say nothing, their eyes seem blank, they might as well be transparent. I could walk right through them. My feet touch the ground but I feel as if I could fall right through the ground. I would keep falling until I fall into nothingness. This thought oddly comforts me. The bakery down the street is making doughnuts. The smell usually comforts me, but not today. Today the smell eerily crept towards me, once it reached me I felt trapped. I was trapped inside a dream where all the memories of him slithered around the pathways inside my brain, every path holding a different, painful memory. Something meant to be sweet but now a reminder of a harsh reality. The bus approached. I daydream about jumping in front of it. Maybe I will someday… maybe then I’ll be able to be me.
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