By Aurora Massari
A hush fell over the market-place
The cold wind comes inside
There seems to only be a trace
Of angels who confide
Seasons here are nonexistent,
Why the smile on every face?
They leave you, shocked and spent
In a blur of colored lace
Varying levels of chlorophyll
Account for colors well supplied
But everything is standing still
Time has stopped, death is denied
A magic overcomes this space
Where no one goes against their will
An no one needs to make their case
Or fear the rampant chill
The meaning is a relative thing
And merriment is dismay
But it's Joy that leaves a lasting sting
That haunts all hearts this happy day
I go outside in a heavy coat
The brisk autumn air brings in the cold
While the sun gives me warmth
I walk down the street
I see decorations for Halloween
Slowly being taken down
The days pass
I see them putting up old Saint Nick
Why?
I wonder since it's not Christmas yet.
I feel the heat slowly die
As the sky darkens
Shadows of deep red,
I walk to a store to buy some cake
For tonight's dinner at my home
I open the door of my humble abode
I smell the feast.
Aunts and uncles stand in the corner
While the younger do the same
But some like to stay in the corner with a sour face
.
I go to the crowd
Not sure who's hugging me
But now I have family.
After the greeting
I set the cake in the middle of the table.
There is enough to last for days.
--Jaclyn Navar
We are all zombies,
Wondering,
Floating,
Sleep walking around this god forsaken world,
A world full of danger and contagious temptation.
We are a world that takes and takes...
Until there is nothing left
Until all that is left is emptiness
We are all mummies covered in bruises and painful scars,
That are hidden under the many, many bandages
We are all werewolves angered by the simplest things like the moon
And the bitterness of life
We are all bloodsucking vampires, robbing the blood banks dry
We are all monsters
Walking pieces of ...
Walking destruction
And most people don't care.
Some like it, some hate it
But for me, it's a wonder and a part of life
To start something new and to end something old
All forms of life, we see them every day
We see the beginnings, however big or small
It can be a change but for some it can be none at all
True, there are still people who hate this
They like repetition and not a change of pace
I find it funny in a way
Even those who hate change experience it
From the start of the day, we're always changing
And the same goes for you and me
We have normal and healthy lives
When we go to bed and close our eyes
And when the morning sun rises
We wake and open our eyes
It's the beginning of a new day.
