Inside my head (Oh my! Run away! I warned you! O_o etc.)... This is my old stuff...enjoy

I will

If hate comes down on me again

I will step into the line of fire again

If my family still screams perfect

I will shoulder their hideous glares

If I only hear about people living life

I will still listen

If the fire in peoples’ eyes fades out

I will still look them in the eye

If love has long since past us by

I will still dream of a time it would have worked

My resolve doesn’t want your hate

Your pity

Or your help

This resolve is for me to keep

As the most potent real hope I have

I don’t want to stop here

I really need to put a warning sign on this blog... I really do, eat alot of chocolate after this and go to a happy place hehehehe

Sky of Our Home *

Before Melika could do any more damage with that open-ended statement, Michail gently said, "take your time."
Finally Sierra cried bitterly, "I just hate the Hachzi."
There was a pause, followed by clear disappiontment in the huge anti-climax.
Melika snickered,"ya, alot of people do, hun."
Sierra's normally snow white cheeks flushed red, she seemed to have gotten some of her frustration out but proceeded to tear the wild sunflowers to bits.
"Something else is going on here isn't it? Sierra, you've never had a problem with that bastard country before this." Michail said staring at her thoughtfully.
"Tell us everythig," whispered Melika, putting pressure on "everything."
Sierra sighed sadly and looked up from shreds of sunflowers.

Sky of Our Home *

My eyes shot up, my sneaky little brother was standing there on a dirt hill, grinning from ear to ear.
"Michail!" I whispered dangerously warning him to stay out of Sierra's breakdown, Michail's grin widened as he turned to Sierra.
"Dear little friend, who has suffered being my sister's friend for so long, what in the world could make you miserable if Melika could not."
Melika made a disparaging noise, but the corners of Sierra's lips twitched, she began saying something and then stopped.
"I'm struggling to find the words.

Sky of Our Home *

Sierra remained silent, tears still pouring down her pale cheeks.
"You haven't been hurting anywhere have you, you can go inside and lay..."
She wouldn't let me finish,"no", she yelled bitterly.
Great tweenty questions, I thought angrily.
"I don't want to have to guess what's wrong with you, Sierra," hissed Melika.
"You don't have to!" Sierra ripped her arm away and turned to hurry home.
"Melika why do you always make things worse," laughed an uninvited voice.

Sky of Our Home *

"That is no way to talk to your superior, Ms. Sierra."
Melika teased sticking her tongue out. Instead of bursting out in laughter as Melika wanted her to, Sierra burst into tears. Melika's throat tightened, her tiny good-natured friend don't deserve to be so miserable. Melika grabbed Sierra's arm and gave her a your not getting away until you tell me what's wrong look.

Sky of Our Home *

Our goal had been to escape the that dusty old home. Reason one, to escape spring cleaning. Reason two, me and my friend had decided boiling was better than suffocating. My best friends' family had owned the everything for four miles, including the wild sunflower field that I was now tearing apart, for forty-seven years.

"My mother thinks those sunflowers beautiful, did ya know?" Melika muttered suggestively.

"And your father calls them a weed-spawn, hunting setback, and altogether over-rated flower." I shot back, with only the slightest hint of humor returning to my voice, it had been a very long winter.