Stormy

The storm got almost over only after midnight and it broke her window, for she had left it open…maybe just thinking about an escape…
I really, really wanna do…
She liked the rain but it didn’t sound very well from inside her cell…

Anxious

She didn’t want to go back to the horrible and boring west wing….she got her weekend and she started to be afraid to be closed there once again…she also had been able to escape and once more got back…she then thought she was ready to go there but no one called her…and then another time hoping not to go…The nuns knocked at her door and introduced her the lioness…and so she go another “cat”….and so she started to dream to be somewhere else…a cool place, a cool version of herself and that strange cat…

Good and bad

 

And then it came, the right moment to escape and she did it, she took it and ran off...she ate everything about it and she liked to breath all the fresh air she needed, she wanted.... And when she came back to the building she hardly realized to be there again.... Until the nuns told her she would have gone to the west wing again....

She was feeling horrible about it and great about the escape...

Horrible

Is it going to be another horrible day?

She was wondering with fear looking at the unbearable bright day at the window. So much time since the last escape. They wouldn't let her ... She needed to escape for she was hungry... Of freedom ... She also afraid to be taken  to the west wing, that was driving her crazy, it was an upsetting combo. Wanting to go out that room, dreading to go out for another reason. She didn't want the nuns to see her upset and so she tried to act like it was all nice...

Hoping to escape

Needing to escape

More and more

Every minute

Radioactivity Room

 

So early in the morning the nuns wake her up and send her to the west wing, they took her there and tied to a room in this radioactive room of the west wing... Horrible even if painless, terribly boring and she hated to do everything about the west wing.... They turned her radioactive and she didn't even wanna know why, she was so angry she couldn't go out, escape... She had to be locked in her room and stay there far from everyone, not to contaminate anyone....

Late Bitterness

Even Saturday got bitter, when downtown ended...her friends got back to their homes and she went back to her cell in that numb building ....her being numb...
Even TV was getting extremely boring in the main room and all the others around it were falling asleep, even the nuns...and so she was the only one awake, even the dogs were sleeping...and she got to be alone among the others ... Just like it happened when she wasn't in that numb building... Is that always like that....bitter in sweet and a lot to work to find a dry spot a muddy sea...?

Tuesday

A better day only about the weather....

She was feeling like lonely and losing control...

The need to escape...she longed to it and was thirsty, hungry ...

To taste the fresh air of outside... She knew how to wait...

Last Monday

 

"A new week and it will be all mine!" She said looking at herself in the mirror, tasting another week away from the west wing, sadly the last... The following Monday she would have to go there, the radioactivity chamber was waiting for her...It was early in the morning and she was going out with her dogs.... She got used to pet her white tiger a lot before leaving her alone in her room... She wasn't allowed to take her out, by the mayor to be true.  Her computers were already on... She was thinking about what she had to do that day and how much she wanted to escape ...

The beach now and then

The beach in the morning, when she got there with her dogs ... Waiting for her friends... She remembered all those days, every single day she was there...

To walk

To run

To talk with the wind

To have fun

Anyway she was happier that morning

Because she was there with her friends

Full Moon

When it's getting dark

I'm as hungry as a shark

Coz I understand

It's time to stand

Up while I hold

Tight and I'm bold

I can show off my teeth

In mud I have my feet

I can go forward

I can reach my reward

I adore this to feel

To be as strong as steel

Plastic

What about 

Their shout

What then if they fail

To polish their nail

And so they got elegant

Sure to be extravagant

And they are ready

To celebrate greedy

And it's all about their dress

They will never confess

Nothing they really feel

Coz they are just so still

Where

Where is my mind

Coz they did mind

When I was wrong

They told me I was strong

When I showed my light

They told me I got no flight

I was flying for real

But they got me fear

So I learned I was creep

And I stopped to treat

As if I was happy

For they were all so shabby

Bad Old Fashioned

I badly need to escape 

So I get in this state

Of mind and I wonder

Am I always near the border

They are all so very aligned

Happiness they say to find

So I'm watching g them

They may see me to tell

Just stupid things

But they really stink

Good News

The nuns took her to the west wing for the weekly medication and they told her that that test she had to do would have been in about two weeks ... She got so happy even if she had just to go back in her room for the rest of the day! Freedom! That meant only some good time without the worry to be taken in the west wing! She couldn't help but smile!

Downtown

Downtown so fine
Good, free time
And there I laugh
It's never enough
Downtown so funny
At evening seems sunny
When over is the week
It's time to be freak

This is my Cell...

The Tiger

It was raining again and she couldn't go out with her dogs.... She was spending some time in her room.... The circus was downtown .... She could see the big top from her window and she hated it...
Suddenly someone knocked at her door and the nuns entered without any invitation... They were holding a leash and there was a tiger .... A big white tiger and she was watching her right in her eyes.... Without saying a word they got out leaving the tiger there .....!

Like Escape

It's clear the rain
Cannot restrain
The need to climb
The wall to find
What's outside there
The rain is mere
On the street
I wet my feet
Don't need to talk
Just a little walk
Can be so fine
Turn on a dime

Windy

Trees are falling
Stones are moving
The sea
I see
Is grey
And may
Be bigger
As a trigger
That’s been pulled
Land has been fueled
This very land
Where I stand

Rain and Sun

Rain	Sun
It was a silent day Only the rain may Make every sound No one was around There’s a lot to work Even looking like a dork But mind can be fast And be enough to last A pleasure is the hassle Even if there’s no tassel	It was a bright day Still January not may Wet was still the ground But light was to be found Walking out was not a work After eating fine and the fork Of the breakfast Can power cast Over the muscle But enough to tussle