A Bag of Thoughts

 A SPOKEN WORD POEM~ In the beginning, there was no convict, My life was as plain and pale as it could get, Although I was determined to ensure that it changed, It took awhile before I found what I might need, It was but a rustle of stray leaves, But it mattered the most, For after it nothing was to stay the same. I drifted with the breeze and ended up in this place, But it wasn't a simple journey, There was no tide to lead me on once I had begun, I had no sidekicks- I wasn't one, But somehow I managed to subsist till the end. I can't count how many times I have thought I could die of embarrassment, I don't remember how much my knees buckle on stage, But what I can tell you is, it always seemed like a dream that would never end. I get jealous when someone's better than me, I instantly start planning murder, I easily get angry when I receive criticism, I simply turn pink at compliments, But then I guess that's what makes me a mortal human...

The echoes of deep voices stirs her anticipation, The girl eagerly peeps from the fissure in the door of the last house, Waiting to see one glance of her father before he left, Left for the sporadic war and became selfless, She would do what not to just comfort herself once, Through his tall gear-clad figure covered by the foreshadowing. She had come all the way from her house on the middle street, To this, the last street which was abandoned, because it just touched the borders of the war, She wanted to capture his silhouette and later, inform her mother of its wonders, Oh, wouldn't she be pleased? She sees him, finally, and he's all right, murmuring to his sire, Readying himself for the claws of danger and death that lay ahead, Her heart pounds faster and her tiny fist clenches and unclenches like the tension's grip on the air, She prayed to her worry' extent, hoping God didn't mark this as Dadda's last day, Oh and sure, he did listen to the p...