When I Close My Eyes

By Julia Danielle Murphy

Trafford Publishing

Copyright © 2012 Julia Danielle Murphy
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4669-3951-6

Chapter One

Always Sky of Blue

No matter what you do,
I will always love you,
And the sky will always be blue,
As long as I'm with you.


My Broken Pieces

You broke my heart,
You tore it apart,
You took it away,
You chewed it up,
And flushed it down the drain,
It ended up in the dump,
You let it fly away,
And now I have to hear you say,
"With me it cannot play,
Do not let it stay,
Unless your heart is ready for another break."

Different

I'm not like "them." I do not laugh when something is funny. I do not smile when I am happy. I do not cry when I get hurt. I do not have to think before I put one foot in front of the other, I just do it. I do not see things in the same way "they" do, I see the world at a different angle. When I look at "them" I wonder why I am not the same as "them", why I'm different. I am different from the rest of "them."

The End

The time is running out, and the end is coming. Each second brings us closer to the end and when the end comes, all life will go. He will come, and save us, or he will not come, and we will all die. It all depends on him. It all depends on God. I know he will come and save us, I know this well, for he speaks to me in my dreams. I will find him, but I must hurry, for the end is coming soon.

The Strings of Life Puppet Master

For some reason, I have lost control. I do not know what is going on anymore. I have lost control of what is happening in my life. Emotions are boiling up inside of me and birds are flying around my head wildly. I'm having a nightmare that I can't wake up from, no matter how many times I pinch myself. But that is only because I am no longer in control of this dream. Someone else has taken over my dream, over my life. After a second or two the strings attached to my body start to come into view. I cannot believe I thought that I could control the strings; the strings of life. Because I am only a puppet and puppets cannot have their own dreams.

Never Ending Tears

Tears are streaming from my eyes, flowing down my cheeks. Each drop filled with emotions I have had locked up behind the metal bars of my heart. They never stop, they just keep coming and no matter how hard I try to keep them at bay, they just keep pouring out. I have not cried this much in a long time, as though I had forgotten how to cry.

Crying Rain

The best time to cry is when it is raining, so nobody can tell your really crying. When it is raining you can let your tears flow, until every single drop is out, so the rain can stop and you can go on with your life. The best time to cry is when it is raining.

Black Rose

The black rose forever immortal,
The black rose which never looses its petals,
The black rose; the saddest flower,
The black rose that only grows in the darkest hour,
The black rose which never dies,
The black rose which only grows from deception and lies,
The black rose forever immortal.


Feathers

Feathers, which fell from the sky,
Which could not be seen by human eyes,
Feathers which were torn off a bird's wing,
Which fell off when a girl started to sing,
Feathers which the wind blew all the way to the ocean,
And then got swallowed by a shark,
Feathers which fell from the sky.


Never Coming Rain

Rain which never came,
Clouds that could not be tamed,
Water drops that never fell,
Droughts that struck from hell,
Tears drops that were never loved,
Rain that never did come.

Just Another Bird

From what I've seen, from what I've heard, you are just another bird; flying high in the sky without a fear of dying. Is it true, are you just another bird? The look in your eyes says something else. Your eyes tell me that you are more than just another bird in the sky. Your wings fly higher than the wind can blow. The wind whispered in your ear and asked you, why you were always beside him, why you never left him and the sky. You were born with the wings of an angel and never stopped flying, for your wings never let you stop. And your feathers promised to always be with you; your wings promised to never stop working. This is the reason why you are not just another bird, because unlike the other birds, you will never die; never give up on your dream to fly with the wind. You are the bird I see in the sky when I look up at the clouds. From what I've seen, from what I've heard you are just another bird; flying high in the sky, without a fear of dying.

Will You ...?

If I hold my hand out, will you take it? If I cry, will you hold your hand out to me? If I fall, will you catch me? If I drown, will you fight the currents? No matter how much they want you to not be with me, will you stay by my side? If I go far, far away, will you run with me? If I run away, will you care enough to go after me? If I hold my hand out will you take it?

The Meadow

Warning: If you have no idea of what is living out there beyond the forest, I beg you to stop reading this and go home, and never come back to this place. Believe me there are things in this world you will never know and should never know about. There are things that the human eye can not see, some things humans can't even comprehend. If you have no idea what I am talking about, then stop reading. If you are still reading, you are very brave, but that is only because you don't know what is coming next.

The Wolf

The wolf with beautiful yellow eyes,
The wolf who once had cried,
The wolf that spent his winters in the woods hiding,
In the woods he watched the girl he love almost die,
Although she knew what was happening, she did not cry.
But instead, she laid there staring up into the wolf's yellow
eyes.


Without You

Without you I am empty inside,
Without you I am no longer alive,
Without you in spring the plants will not grow,
Without you in winter it will not snow,
Without you I will die,
Without you I will drown in lies,
Without you I have no home,
Without you I am alone.

Only One

A message is being sent, a message is being received. This is a very important message. It will change the path of many lives, it will save many souls and it will cause many people to die. But this message can only be read by one person: this message can only be read by him. He can be the only one to save us. He is the person who will free people from their torment. He will come to save the lost souls; he will come to save me from the darkness. This message will put many in danger. Many people will come, and try to take the message before he gets it. Many will risk their lives to get the message to him. He does not know who he is, and does not yet know what he must do. But I know that he will soon come for us. He is the one. He is Souless boy. He is the other half of me.

The Ending of a Nightmare

Today, when I woke up, I looked out the window. All I could see was a dark sky, filled with gray clouds that would not stop crying. I knew what was happening: I was dreaming; only the dream was turning into a nightmare. Usually pinching yourself works, well it did not work this time, but that is only because this was not a dream, it was reality. I would never be able to runaway, never be able to open my eyes. I would not be able to stop...