Growing Up

I do believe that, children grow up when they realize how cruel the world truly is.

Need

I'm sure you have felt to some degree this pain of need.
It's not simply that
I want be by your side
It is that I cannot properly function
Without you there.
My heart is torn, shattered like glass.
I almost want to hate you
For doing this to me.
You've made me so weak.
I go to bed crying every night.
It's no longer the night-terrors that cause my distress,
But the thought of being without you.

I need you
I have fallen apart in your absence, Master
I wear this collar
Even though you hate to see me do so
Because it is all I have
To remember those needed hugs, those kisses, those cute little comments but no longer do I.

I'm falling apart ... please, please...

I need you...

I shall do anything, my Master, but please stop glancing at me from across the way.

As if I was never anything to you or you to me.

I love you and I believe that if this shall continue I shall disappear.

I beg you my Master please return.

A Lasting Hope

It seems sitting here won't do me any good.
I've taken care of everything here
So that if you are to return
You won't have to deal with it Master
I look down to my dog and smile
"At least you have returned to me"
He wags his tail glad to be with me as well.
I look out about the roses and I wonder where you have gone Master
I know it silly to hope for your return
Yet this day when I came here
There was something peculiar prowling outside
I do believe it was a lion something I have never seen here
It was so odd because a certain thought popped into my head then. I do recall you spoke of such beasts, and how loyal and prideful they are.
So perhaps you left me here for your own pride, yet where is your loyalty?
If that is to be true
I love you Master I always will
And even though it is childish I won't give up my hope in you.

Listen

I wander in just like any other night
This place, it isn't as it should be.
The flowers are over grown
Even some have withered and died
Where is the keeper of this once beautiful place?

I step further in, my loyal dog by my side
We come to the center of the greenery
Where there is a small stone island surrounded by a pond
A table appointed for two is here

I have had many cups of tea here
But only with you, my Master
I examine the table
Usually full of crumpets and goodies
To find only a piece of paper
With but one word written on it
In such beautiful and elegant hand writing

I crumple to the floor
My dress bunching up around me
Necro whimpers by my side

Goodbye.... I hear the wind whisper in the same voice as my Master

Do you hear my tears Master?

Giving In but Waking Up

I hear a voice in the back of my head, it's angry

A barking dog yelling-

"Please don't do this get up.. Get up!"

I don't listen not at all

What point is there to get up when

Someone will always be there

To just push you back down?

There is no point. So don't get up.

But again I hear it-

"Please get up....."

Who is it telling me not to give up?

I know it's not you, you're not here.

So if it not be My Master

Why is it I can hear this voice?

I sink lower deeper into my subconscious and

It seems the voice becomes stronger there

My eyes flutter open and it seems to be dusk here

It seems familiar in some way....

I look up to see a boy a little older than me standing there

He reminds me of a dog

He has white hair and his eyes are pitch black

His clothes are also black

Something's off though, he's glaring at me and he's wet...

Suddenly I find it necessary to look around

Behind me I see an old town

A town so familiar

I've been here before

I know it

I look back behind the boy and I see a greenhouse

Glass walls covered in greenery

You could never see inside

Then I realize this is my mind my world

"Our World" the boy corrects

"Yes I can hear your thoughts" he continues

I look down

I'm also wet

"I dragged you out. Thought you'd be better there"

He points to the greenhouse,

Somehow I sense that you're there

A safe haven in this world of mine
So dark and cold

Then I say it quietly
And I had no idea why but it just
"Necro..."

The boy perks up his head cocked to the side
"yes?" This boy he's apart of me
Yet not in the same way as you Master
He's a side of me that I've never found before
Until just now he's my strength, my stubbornness
Everything that I've been missing

I look up to him
"Where have you been?"
He grins at me and awkwardly rubs his head.
"Sleeping"

Dream Of Me

Her legs seductively wrapped around his waist, as he pushed them up. A silent plea not to stop. He gave her a caring smile as he laid back down, but in a different position. Her legs unwound as he laid his head down on her abdomen, a relaxed sigh coming from her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed as the afternoon sun shined in threw the window.

The small common noises of the world reached their ears, though slightly muffled. The wind blew against the glass causing the windows to shutter. His arms tightened around her waist, as she lovingly brushed the back of her fingers along his neck.

The day had been not stressful but very little opportunities arose when they could simply be in their own state of bliss. Moments like these were their utopia, no one could disturb them here. It was safe and a perfect world a place they did not want to leave. She felt him shift slightly her eyes opening when she felt his breath moving along her body. His lips softly met her's and she smiled at how pointless it was to open her eyes simply to close them again. As he pulled away she remarked.

"Can I stay?" He cocked his head to the side thinking of a response.

"Only if you can stay asleep," he spoke teasingly into her ear as he rested his head on her shoulder.

"But you're not a dream, this isn't a dream, it's reality." He nuzzled her neck and she looked down to the top of his head hoping for a response.

"Then I guess you can, now can't you?" She rolled her eyes and giggled a bit.

"You are mad, aren't you?"

"Only when you're not here." Her eyes softened and she looked out the window.

"Thank you for all of this."

"Anytime, just dream of me."

Family

Family...

What does that word mean to me?...

Love?...Happiness? ...

What is a family like?...

Family is something you treasure...

Like a grandmother... Or a sister...
So what's a real family like?...

How would I know? ...I never had one.