Locked In A Room: Day 4


Cherry, dressing in a lovely little black dress.
Pretty Cherry.
Punished in a cold room and crying, for herself and for every other Cherry all over the world. Cherry is full of hope and sparkling with the strength of her dreams, a girl with short hair and a head full of wonders.
She always smiles, you’d find it hard to believe that now Cherry’s cry alone in a cold room wearing that lovely little black dress.
Cherry is not a one person, though this tells the story of a single individual, Cherry’s every young woman being punished by a society so cruel they only see her as a product.

Once upon a time, little Cherry draw a door. A colorful door on the wall, her mama-dementor said its a sin to dream of happiness and to wish for freedom. Why? Because she’s a girl. Her mama-dementor put a lock on her door for a very long time and Cherry stayed inside keeping books for friends.

Then one day Cherry -powered by her little bubble of words- demanded freedom, and again was called a sinner, she got locked again. Then her bubble couldn’t watch in silence anymore, the words bubble helped her by biting the lock on her door so she could go out and see that happiness is not a sin. Cherry went out that day and came back stronger, the truth finally came to light and she knew that happiness is possible.

She went out the next day, the day after and in every opportunity Cherry went out to learn and grow stronger. Her fun journeys to the outside world were tough but that gave her strength unlike the locked door.

One day Cherry came back to find mama-dementor standing by the open door and she hit Cherry, Cherry is not young now and she tried to defend herself. I am not a sinner is what she said and that made mama-dementor feel that she’s losing control so with the help of other dementors, they locked Cherry in the cold lonely room and Cherry cried for so long. Cherry will keep cry but she is not a sinner and she will fight for herself and every other Cherry crying alone too.

This is a true story, it happens in this world every day, it may not be close to you and the other Cherry girls are not speaking loudly but its true, its painful and it happens everyday.

Cherry like all the other girls around her are all considered products, personal property that every abusive parent have birthright of ownership over. Cherry and all the other Cherry girls understand that happiness and freedom are no sin and they are no sinners, Cherry will keep fighting till the end because happiness and freedom are no sin.

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The Ghost P.1

The Ghost

•As I planted my heels upon his so-called strong chest, to where his heart lay, my roots found their way through the thick masculinity of his body, into the deepest of his heart…I can see it, he’s going down, sinking so fast and he ain’t fighting it anymore just letting it take over him. I caught him of guard…

“You still believe in” I took a deep breath before saying it “Love???” I was holding his eyes with mine, locking it so I can see or at least try to read that mind of his that was always like a maze to me and now it’s being solved slowly in front of me making me realize how fool I was to find it hard before. “Tell me now, you still love me?!!” moving closer, he was closing the already little space between us, just inches away he stood face so close to mine, his breath already sending shivers all over my body every time it fans my face. We were just trapped into this staring challenge, none of us wanting to break free.

Taking my hand in his, I was watching his every move now waiting to see the knife falling over my heart, holding my hand tight –making sure I won’t be able to run away- he broke free of my the eye challenge never minding that I’m now a winner, he bowed down taking my hands closer to his lips, kissing the back of my hands and letting his lips stay there for second and I was dying, praying they just pass by fast so I can breathe again. Without warning he broke away from the long breathe taking mission of his and crushed my hand over his heart, my heart beating was fast and that moment it went crazy with the same rhyme of his heart. I almost did not hear his voice talking to me with the loud beating of his heart and mine. “That’s what you exactly do to me, you crush everything every feeling every thought every other life but you once you smile that smile for me. If I can’t love you anymore then I can live a human no more”.

He let go of my hand, I thought it’s already over but he went down on both of his knees, head still bowed so I can’t really see into his eyes or read his face. “I’m guilty with loving you as my only dear crime, you either punish me and leave, or forgive my sweet mistake and stay, but I can’t deny it my dear love I’m guilty and will do it all over again every day every second every breathe left for me I’ll fall in love with you again till the only true end of my poor life”. I knew I’m in love with him even if I did not admit it, but right now it feels like he’s doing it all over again and making me fall for him yet again like a school girl having an affair with her first innocent crush, I just lose control when it comes to that part of my heart that beats only for him. He wakes up buried feelings that I thought never existed within my aching heart, he wakes up my every sense with the mere existence of him around. Either joy or pain he is leading my feeling to, he do it very well. Controlling the way I hurt and the way I laugh, making that go making this come back. My love, my sweet painful love, I love you, I love you so much and the same much I yearn to let it out to the whole living world but………… But how am I supposed to cure that wound you opened in my heart??? He did not move or say anything and my tears -I tried so hard to stop them- they were burning me and I needed to let them free, maybe they will wash away some of the pain or turn of the fire burning with me.

I took a few steps back until my back hit the wall and I started going down leaning on it for support so I won’t look too weak than I already feel, and now at the same level –on the same floor we shared smiles over- I can see his face, see his eye and his tears……. And I wonder, I wonder why??? Ain’t you the one who turned this beautiful picture to just some fading colors the rain took away any beauty or meaning it used to hold!!! Ain’t you the one who opened the door of this little heaven for the summer heat to melt away!!! Ain’t you the one who hurt me???

The only thing -might be -forgiving to you now is those memories, the ones you close your eyes in front when you took the knife and plugged it inside of my heart, the same heart that was totally yours, that was beating and still beats for you. I keep looking at you knowing so well that you can’t look me in the eyes and can’t even stop crying for you know that you sin is bigger than that –Shakespearian– confession. God, I acted strong for so long waiting for this moment of victory to satisfy my wounded ego but I did not count a moment of weakness, I did not know I hurt that much and hiding that much pain. I looked up at the ceiling, resting my spinning head on the wall and let out a breathe bothering me for being too heavy, now I should be punishing him for every tear I cried, for every second I passed -yet felt as someone who- died, for every smile I faked, for every joy I missed and most of all for all that love for him I still felt. As my tears dried and I felt a bit strong and human again I looked back at him sitting motionless as if time stopped with him, even his tears, those tears I never saw before, still taking away his strength to come out to this world showing me things I don’t know yet what they actually mean.

•After all that I got up, my knees barely holding me straight and went to him. As a baby he was just following my every move in silence, I took his hands and went to the toilet I washed my face quickly and quietly then turn to him, I already washed my hands with the water still running marking the only sound of life around us, with my hands still wet I washed his face with my still wet hands and again like a mother and a child he was quite all the way while I washed his face from any salty tears left and took a towel drying his face then mine and my hands.

Thinking it’s all just enough for both of us what happened for now, we can breakdown some time later. I took him to my gray couch; I looked at his face planning to tell him one word and then go lock myself in my room but I found him looking at me and before I get the chance to tell him sleep or take a nap he suddenly grabbed my hand sat me on the couch and stunned me, trapped me actually with his head over my lap while he took my left hand between his hands and closed his eyes to sleep but not before telling me “One last time, let me sleep like this just this one last time”.

He closed his eyes, and time was dancing around enjoying those minutes and hours he gets to steal from us when he called for me –while he’s sleeping- “My Queen, oh My Queen”. That’s when I found that my eyes still can run another show and not done yet with tears…. How can he say it again, and thinking I was going to let it go and hold on to him again but he can’t change the truth that he once hurt me and the undeniable hurt will hunt me for some more pain again and again. I ignore that he loves me and that he is guilty too but that won’t stop my heart from beating for his words, for his perfume now lingering all over marking me as his again for my mind in case it hold me back from him again for a second, but I knew that all this won’t matter for I love him…

Always did, always will, his words that I so believed and then it happened to mean nothing when a painful storm clouded our little heaven to commit a shameful murder to our new born love, stealing the future promise we were holding for it, so much pain I felt someone is using my heart to turn off a cigarette, so much emptiness that I felt myself so stupid. I was blind I know that now, handing my whole world to a devil wearing red high-heals over like giving away my old clothes. And the question history and humanity did not know any answer for it yet comes again hitting me like it hit millions of hearts before with the force of a sword stabbing and the criminal here will always end up being your own hand, the question of WHY???

What makes every why hurt even more is knowing that he never closed the back door for her return in case she ever did, so it won’t be hard for her to come back for more and she will come back for more. He said it’s a painful mistake and he’ll never do it again but as sweet those words seem he is even sweeter and he’ll do it again, he loves her??? I never can tell, but he came back to me and that means I’ve the right not to let him go back for her even if she’s true. I get that its selfish of me to do that but if I did not stand up for her hurricane and cleaned all that left of her yesterday storm I won’t be holding you the way I used to, there will be a smell of her sucking the air around us killing more of the dreams we long to share.

While he’s sleeping, I lean closer my right finger toying a little with his hair and my dry lips getting closer to his ears and I whisper what I wanted to say knowing he can’t reply and won’t be looking me in the eye seeing what I’m hiding even from myself. “I can’t forget…. I can’t forget how I loved you or how you lied when I trusted you”, small pearl like tears were dancing over my face down to my chin “I look at you and see beautiful things we shared and cherished, but I see nights without a single moment of sleep and long hours and days of pain, none of them wanting to go away so the other can rest and win”.

Moments passes with no sound then “It was just you”, he was listening to me and his only reply did nothing to stop the pain growing within me, I moved away and let him sleep over the couch while I got up put my shoes on and left everything behind me “I’ll be back” I just needed to be alone and away from you actually but I can get my mind to tell my tongue to say that too, I turn to look at him sitting there looking at the floor “Please don’t leave, yet” I have no idea what was that last part for.

A beautiful night, it’s like never before, like a melody seducing me to stay a little longer and fool around until the sunrise so we can both go home and rest to start it all over later. Loving how this night is stealing from me things I did not want to hold anymore, and I can’t wait for it to take away more of that I don’t want; I know it might feel free to take more than I want to offer but this ain’t the problem now… I just need to live a little peace with this so beautiful night before morning takes it away.

•I left my anger, my pain for the night to toy with, wanting to lose both for something like forever. I came back and now looking trying to find him the one I’m looking for never expecting to find his exactly where I left him. I left him angry, painfully strong and now I came back as a human ignoring all the pain and looking out for everything out there that could be and will be better for us. I walked to him “You are here” I said sounding shocked a little but the joy I felt was so clear there better the words that I went red knowing I didn’t do any good job to hide it, he looked at me with a smile hiding a bit over his manly handsome face. “I have a question, more of a favor actually” I went on saying, he stood up and smiled such a brand new smile that I never saw one like in a long time “Go on”.

“Never smile that smile on your face for anyone else, can you do that???” I felt rude and bossy but happy that his smile was growing and shining more right now still I felt even better knowing that I put it there. I love that smile, always did especially when I do remember that its mine. He started moving closer but just as he was so close he stopped and was looking at something behind me, something I can’t hear or see now as I suddenly felt so heavy like being crushed in my own little world. I looked down, my shirt was getting wet, my shirt was turning red and I looked at him begging for any answer but I only got a look of horror that won’t do me any good especially with the whistling in my head now. I turned around with a voice in my head telling me not to; I ignored it I had to. I expected pain and more pain, I expected hurt and darkness growing, I expected something I knew exist yet never did I admit, I expected the one thing I ran away from and here she stood pointing the black cold metal at me. Satisfied, you could read that all over her face for she won once and now she won again. I want to tell her that I’m out of the game and her winning meaning nothing for I’m out but she did not wait, she again pulled the trigger.


Thank you for reading this story, its one I wrote some time before but its the first time I post present it here in the granddaughter blog. Please forgive my mistakes I am not much of a story writer but I hope you like this one ^^

A Good Man in My Life.

“Wake up & shine, I know you wanna stay in bed and hide but baby you’re  the only one who makes me smile, who water those pretty flowers and write the poems that makes even the heart of stones melt. This sun of our day will hide if you’re not there shinning with power and love to this world. Be strong baby.”

Waking up to his words everyday, when my phone rings & read these small letters he never fail to send daily, feels real and make me feel complete even for a few seconds of imagining him mine.

Looking back at my life, he was the only one giving me that feeling yet he was never mine and mostly he won’t be.

Pushing me to fight for another day’s right of breathing, lifting me to find the magic and gold within me, standing up and shielding me from people, sunlight and even myself sometimes.

He’s  a friend and light when I’m lost, he’s a father and sun when I’m sad, he’s love and faith when I’m weak.

The only problem is, he’s not mine and probably won’t ever be.

So,  I shall enjoy my morning bless with ever word he write to me, fearing the day when it’ll be only another one having the right to receive his love and that one can’t be me.  Now I shall leave this bed and go out look into his eyes and find the light to mirror it and shine.

There’s a good man in my life.

Untitled Story.

This is a very short story.

This is a very useless one.

This story needs no body, needs everybody’s attention.

This story’s ’bout a girl.

That girl died. That’s not a problem is what everyone thinks.

Death is as I heard the one & only true fact of our lives.

To many, her death is not a problem.

That girl was so depressed, that girl never smiled.

That girl tried to get help, that girl tried to fight.

That girl died, leave guilt muddying this world’s way.

That girl was our mistake, I won’t be calling her that girl if I knew her but again that’s our mistake.

That girl death has a reason actually, she was trying to get a little book but it was hard.

She wanted to read of something  that she really wanted to try.

How to smile, that was the book behind the death of that girl I’m telling the story of.

Everyone thought she’s not worth even the little to get her the book, though she tried it was never enough.

Why that girl was depressed???

A reason or two or even hundred, never will it be fair for a girl not to know how to smile.

That girl died while hold a tiny piece of paper, holding it like holding dear life.

That paper had one word written: A Smile.

Next to the word  happens the problem, when that girl drew a smile.

That girl's Smile

A Smile

Queen, The Beautiful Girl.

Sitting there in the street looking so tired & lost, she keeps waiting for everyone, maybe anyone to give her some of these shiny coins or one of these papers that we buy food with. She looks at the people passing by her everyday & wonders, why they are not happy??! You look at her & see a girl unlike girls in this world, smiling. Just smiling all the time, & it’s like she owns the world, she owns the world with her smile.

She has a world with her “almost” pare feet, old clothes, & dirty hair. The world changes, things come things go, things change, people change but she & her smile still and stay winning forever against all that. Such a unique charm that makes you follow it everywhere just to get some of the magic filling the air around her. We see her everyday but none of us ever thought or wondered, does she ever see us???.

The answer to that comes from the like a sun shinning eyes, & her hair that style itself to frame her face , her lovely face that captivate you once you take the moment to taste the sweetness hiding inside it, her old dress redesigned itself to make her look like a piece of art, and even her almost a shoes worth nothing but completing the picture.

I found that, she acts like blind, she never see but joy. She smile like she’s not here hearing us, she only hear beauty. And finally but not the end, she hardly talk, because she can say nothing but what tastes sweet to her innocent mind.

I asked the boy sitting there always next to her to tell me ’bout her name, he said “No one knows it but I can tell you that she’s Queen”.

The Young Friend “short story”

I can’t be more happy since he took me in his arms and go out telling everyone bout me and enjoying every single moment we spend together my life turned into heaven. Until, he forgot me. One day at the park his father bought him a new computer game and he forgot me sitting there looking as old as a 100 years old book, while my papers still have the fresh printing aroma fulling the air. He left me while my story still has more to tell, he left me killing our promises, he left me and cold took his place.

He’ll remember me, all I’ve to do is to wait for him to come and start a new story with me.

Time moves so slow while I’m here waiting and waiting to be saved, people looks the same around me but none of them is him. None of them cares ’bout me like he does. None of them ll travel with me to every word, tasting them n loving how great they turn us to.

Time stopped, I don’t know if it’s true or just my mind playing with me a sick trick?? No, it’s his voice I heard, that sweet voice shouting not so far away “daddy, daddy, it’s there”……… I’m saved