My Fantasy

It happened at night. When the moon is full and river was still. Feet bared under the silent water with my purple dress lying on the grass, I waited.

A lonely cloud passes through, blocking the light of the moon. The forest grew darker. The crickets started to sing. The scent of a familiar night flower lingered on the air.

The cloud had passed and the moon is bright once again. A figure rosed from the shadows of the other side of the forest. It wasn’t a man. No. It wasn’t a monster either. It wasn’t even an “it.” He was more of a man than anyone I saw. Stopping by the edge of the river bank, his eyes pierced straight to my soul.

I wanted him to cross the river. I want him to want me the same way I do. I reached out towards him but he gave me a smile. Slowly shaking his head, he looked at me with saddened eyes. Raising his hand, the forest slowly dispersing through the air.

My eyes filled with tears as I screamed and begged for him to stop. Everything is starting to become nothing but the void taking the man I loved with it. Closing my eyes, I prayed for it to stop while his words cut my heart into half.

“It’s time to wake up.”

Opening my eyes once again, I found myself sitting on my bed, with a tear stained opened book resting on my lap.

-jayce lan

Found you

A scream tore out the night,

But no one is in sight.

Crouching down ground,

Hoping he will not be found.

Heavy footsteps rang the air,

He wondered where.

The footsteps stopped.

His sweat dropped.

Found you

-Jayce Lan

Proud by jaS

I did it. I got what you want. I became the person whom you wanted me to be. Tell me now, how proud you are. Tell me…

Why are you so silent? Isn’t this what you want? Why wouldn’t you say something? Isn’t this enough?

Your hands are so cold. Did you take care of yourself? Hey, there’s a straight line in your neck. Are you hurt?

Your eyes are white and so is your lips. Why won’t you wake up? You need to wash yourself because your clothes are so dirty. Is that dried mud? Oh wait, there’s a fly inside your mouth!

Oh… I get it. You’re speechless! Why thank you. If silent ovation is what you think I deserve then, I accept it.

-JAS “S”

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