Fallen Angel is my Dream

I rush to the end of the mountain as the gun shots came behind me. The sound made my mind wonder, would I make it or will they caught me? Will there be another way home if I don't go this way?I hope so. As I reached the end of the pointed hill and I opened my wings and jumped....



~KBM

To Molly

I told him I was gonna die alone. No children, no lover, nothing.
When he asked me why I simply said, "Because I know no one will ever love me like I want them to. I feel they might just break my heart in the end."
What I said later became a fact when he walked away without saying a word....


A couple years later, it was our reunion, I saw him smiling showing off his family pictures.When he asked me how I was holding up.
"I saw you on the newspaper, are you sure you're okay?" He asked in a whisper when we were alone at corner table.
I nodded, "Yes. I'm fine, just a couple cuts and buries. Nothing too bad." Recalling the event.
"How it happen? I heard what happen but I want to know from you, first person." He said grabbing a drink.
I told him the story. It was early winter when this event happened to me, I was only 22 starting off in a new apartment in a downtown city. I was out at a local bar just watching the football game with a friend, when a male came up to me and offered to buy me and my friend a drink. We agreed to his terms and let him sit with us. I was shy and didn't speak unless the question was towards me.
My friend, on the other hand, was keeping him busy. Jokes after jokes, laugh after laugh. Soon it was 3 am- closing time- the man gave us his number and  then walked off, nothing seemed to worry me. We waited for the bus to come. The man that we meant previously at the bar drove up to us.
"Need a lift?" He asked.
"No thanks." I replayed
"What about your friend, she need a lift?"
I shook my head, "No thanks, we live in the same place so no use in-" My friend cut me off.
"Of course we could use a lift!" With that she spun around laughing.
The man waved for us to go over to his car and then let us in.
I sat in the front and my friend sat in the back.
After I gave me directions to our apartment he nodded and drove. Sometime between me noticing we drove past the lot I began to freak out. I told him he missed a turn.
"No I didn't we're in the right track." he said, then locked the car doors. "Just for safety," He grinned.
I began to kick. Scared out of my mind. The man knocked me out with one hit to the head. My head hit the dash board.
I awoke a couple hours later to screams. My arms where chained to some kind of wall.
The screams where my friends.
"Stop! Please!" I tried to pull away from the wall only to be disappointed.
"Molly! Molly!" I yelled.
"Shut her up." A male said, didn't sound like the man that took us.
I heard a 'Bang' moments later and silence filled the air. I later found out that was a gun shot. Molly died without anymore pain done to her.
I kicked when the man tired to take me from her body when I found her. I screamed, yelled, cussed, and bit. Then soon shot me in the arm to stop me from anymore movement.
I went out cold because of blood lost.
The next time I woke was in a white room. I had a IV in my wrist and a strong headache. The doctor said I would be all right and I would have to stay in the hospital for a couple months. after I fully recovered I asked about the man who tired to kill me. The police answered easily.
"He has been charged with rape, murder, and man-slaughtering 19 other females before you. Well 19 so far, many females are still  missing and we think he has something to do with it."
I asked why haven't they arrested him before this? Before they killed Molly? He answered with a "Don't know" and walked out of the room.
I moved back to my hometown after Molly's funeral that winter. Life became hard on me. I had no reason to trust people, I didn't talk much to people. I would have nightmares over Molly and the last few moments I had left with my roommate.
After I finished the story with him. He scratched his head and nodded.
"Well, looks like life has been hard on you, but hopefully they put that man in prison for live."
"For Molly's sake I hope he gets worse." I mumbled.
He raised his glass, "For Molly, may we one day see her again." He raised his glass and so did I.
"For Molly," I repeated.
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Might make a story of this or it could stand as a short story.



~KBM

Love, Peace, Life

Love is great.
Love is powerful.
Love solves problems.
Love makes me be me.

Love is us.


Peace is wonderful.
Peace is a dream.
Peace solves wars.
Peace makes friends.

Peace is in our mind.

Life is Hell.
Life is never fair.
Life is good.
Life is a musical.

Life is our happiness.
~KBM

I Wish

I wish for days of:
      Love
              Happiness
                               Carefree
I bed for days of:
       Smiles
                  Laughter
                               Timeless moments
I dream of days of:
        Worry free
                         Drama free
                                           Endless sunsets
Then when I'm done.....
                                      I close my eyes and think of you....

My life complete....


~KBM

Some days

Some days are wise, sweet, and clam
Some days are stupid, bitter, and loud
Some days you smile, laugh, and enjoy every waking moment
Some days you frown, cry, and wonder why
Some days are the most important
Some days are the most forgettable
But the days that still come will run out... Some day you will wish for these days back, so make the best of every moment... Before it's too late.


~KBM

My Tale on a Romeo and Juliet Story.

I remember the night we promised our endless love.

I remember we became our own love story that came out of the rumble of our ancestors wars.

My name was given away so that we can be together.

We are just like those two: brave, strong, and easily ready to fight for our love.

To me you are my Romeo.

And to you, I am your Juliet. We don't hate each other but our parent's parents do.

They fight over stupid things as if they were children playing with fire, they will get burned.

We are the start of a new era- one with peace and happiness for all.

But to get there we need to first get through the era of sorrow and death.

This isn't your olden day Romeo and Juliet no it's more of "A tale of shadows: When two worlds bring one light."

-KBM

Do You Really Want This?

I might only write a couple things down in my life time but that doesn't mean they don't have meanings. If I write down about the past it gives it something a purpose, if I write down something that just happened it's the news. If I write something that I think might happen it's a vision of what might happen...
Yes, I write about death, murder, and suicide, and other dark things. But that's only because the world hasn't really given me any real proof that there's anything other then dark stuff here. They taught me the world isn't full of nice people, place, events. That the world is full of death, war, and suffering. They showed me the world was cruel and how heartless people can get. They gave me the pen and told me to write down what I see and I see this world. Hard and cruel. I became a puppet to them and they were my master...
But don't forget about all the other writing I've done before, too, the happy ones. The ones about love, finding that missing piece, or greeting your long lost child that has been gone for over 10 years. Or when the war was over and how the white flag shot up out of the ground and how the people cheered. I write for piece, hope, and to tell people we were once this way so what changed us to be heartless?
My writing is just a slim piece of my plan to make this world whole again. Before religion, before races mattered, before it was wrong to be proud of what you are. The good times. And hopefully one day my dream will be set. I wan to show the world that when they fight and kill they are just making kids like me ask this, "If they fight and hurt others then what's the point of me living?"
Ask yourself: is that what you want?