The Choice

The room is dark it smells like gasoline. How did I get here? And where is here? Foot steps near, loud, and hard. It seems like they're pounding with my heart. Thump, stomp, thump, stomp! I'm so scared,whats going on? I hear a door slide open then a light comes on. I feel like I'm going blind. The foot steps are coming closer this man appears in front of me. He's old and grungy it looks like he works with grease cause hes covered in it. He smiles then he stops and stares at me. I want to scream but, I can't the taste of gas and dirt, fills my lungs. My mouths tied with something. He turns his attention to something behind him, he picks it up. He then turns around and shows it to me. It's a knife, the biggest cuchillo I've ever seen. He puts it to my throat and in those mere segundos I knew I was going to die.
I hit the floor and I awake it was just a dream. Thank God, it was just a dream.

hello everyone! this is a collection of haikus i wrote for a creative escritura class awhile hace that i've been thinking of reworking, so i thought i'd get some feedback. let me know what tu think :)

on winter mornings
we wake to cold sharp scent of
freshly fallen snow

sunlight glints through trees
no heady summer breeze just
cool and crisp and clean

we dance through the white
(the mist parting like a veil)
snow stained with laughter

reaching for your warmth
i smile at tu and wonder
how tu smell in spring

Ok, I just came up with this, so its quite unworked if tu know what I mean. I figure, I should get it out there and off my chest before I change my mind about a thousand times and this way, your criticisms should (hopefully) help me to editar it. Also, I havent thought of a title, so if tu can think of a suitible one I'd amor to hear it. ok, be honest:

Hidden words drip
From tooth to tooth
Edging closer, closer.

Lips sealed shut. Trapped.
minuto gaps are found
Oozing through as water.

Rolling down chin,
Picking up pace,
Growing, Changing, evolve

It drops from brink.
Falling, speeding
Splash! and the ripples grow.

My Life

Eat
Sleep
Repeat
Don't feel
Don’t love
Those bring pain
Don’t feel, don’t amor they say
Pain comes, and pain is feared
But I already feel pain



amor is Like a Butterfly

I heard a saying once.
That amor is like a butterfly.
Hold it too close and you'll crush it.
Hold it too lose and it'll fly away.


I have lost my amor this way.
If only I knew about it before.
But things happen for a reason.
That philosophy will never change.


My amor is still out there.
So I will take my net and catch him.
Even if it takes,
One hundred years.



Empty

Can't Feel
Can't Love
Can't Cry
Can't Sing
Can't Speak
Can't Touch
When You've Been Hurt So Bad,
tu don't feel at all.


Blackness

What eats away space?
What makes tu think of pain?
What takes place of light?
What always takes place of fights?
What makes people cry?
What is a mark of death?
Dark I say.
Blackness