Creative Writing Anthology | Page 52

Global Classroom Creative Writing Anthology 2015 Patience, my Precious, patience…and now! A rhapsody of splashes disturbed the still deadliness of our cave as we rapidly buries our minds into the raw juices filled with tasty sweetness, and bitterness. Then everything was dead again. Still, like it has always been as we freed the damaged soul from its body. The black waters, now liberated from chaos, stared blankly at us, and at the surroundings that only seemed to emerge deeper and deeper into absolute blackness… Home is where black waters flows, Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds The dull, the ordinary, the…grave, a society fate has forced myself into. It is not the life I chose, but rather the life I long to escape. It is the lack of will and spontaneity I have yet to grow accustomed to. Escape, the word repeatedly forces its way out of my mouth each day. Ee-skayp: each lip taking a trip of two steps, at two, clapping both lips together. Where is the escape? Around our islandses Lucy, the girl with the kaleidoscope eyes, she’s the answer; she’s the escape. The girl who causes constant nuisance, or so your parents would’ve warned. The forbidden to be spoken of, yet, she never leaves the mind; she scars our puny and utterly human brains; there is merely no escape once you’ve met the beauty that is Lucy. You wouldn’t call Lucy a nuisance; there is no necessity to do so, unless there was evil breathing through your every pore. She counters the melancholy from the mistake that is our reality and unlocks the gates to an eternity of love. Though, an abundance of the plastic faces of this world would beg to differ. Could this be envy, or could it be the pure wrath of their nature? I wouldn’t know. I only desire to be in the presence of none other than the beauty that is Lucy. And in our minds as blackness grows. …Gollum-gollum. Where is Lucy? A dark void no ordinary human would enter; an abyss only the sensitive and artistic may collide with. Dark, yes, but it’s not the darkness that holds the mist of deception I find myself familiar with in this world. Any in the presence of the glory that is Lucy would never be as vile and wicked as the plastic creatures that roam this hateful world. A world of infinite glory and endless compassion is where I can spot the loveliness that is Lucy, sitting under the marmalade skies. A world where every living creature effortlessly smiles at you, as you drift through the