I can't call this a happy ever after. This life of mine has memorized all ways to mess with me. I've grown tired of the countless days spent in bed, weeping the lost of loved ones, the lost of putrid foes and the lost of opportunities that will never again knock upon my now old and cracked door. There was no perfect prince to come to my rescue in the end. I have missed you John. The countless quarrels we had over all senseless things. I suppose I'll join you soon. There weren't any talking animals either, only my pet goldfish named Fred. He died when I was five. My loving children have left me here inside of this nursing home in which I call home. I am weak. No longer able to see. No longer able to walk on my own. My heart barely beats as my breathing grows shallow. Before I go to face this "great beyond", these dull grey eyes of mine can finally see the sun set. It's sprawled lazily against my hospice bed, peeping through the window. The ageing oranges come as the bright yellows disappear. Before I close my eyelids and bid a farewell, I watch the sun come to an end. Shiny stars hang high in the midnight sky. I smirk. My life hasn't been too bad. My wrinkly eyelids droop as the heart rate moniter beeps uncontrollably.

In a noisy city I scream for silence

In a silent field I'm craving for just

A simple creature to creep.

When there are no entertainers or

distractors away from reality

Or should I say when my smartphone

is dead.

I'm left with just me.

A puzzle I can't seem to put together

A strange looking painting that the

artist from up above splattered on the

canvas of life.

I think too much.

I'm often taken on reluctant journeys.

Behind the happy lushious thoughts

And pretty smiles.

I'm taken

to my insecurities

my regrets.

Remebering when I looked in the mirror

ashamed of the cracks and holes.

Remembering the times I yelled,

lashing my pain out on you.

Remembering the negative comments about me.

My mind is a box full of random things

when left alone i think of emotional things.

The storm comes

And everyone panics

All words forgotten

All rules broken.

Don't rock the boat they say

Because she'll spew and spray at you

Perhaps you might just drown.

My People call it Junkanoo Carnival

Here on this beautiful island

there is no need for directions.

Amidst the scorching sun

Your "yellow brick road" is the loud soca music

with hints of african ancestry, along with

Their costumes

A kaleidoscope of bright colors

Proud pinks and fiery feroscious reds scream for your eyes to see

The glitter and beads shine brighter than the Sun.

Who are these people that disrupt the traffic?

We call them:

The Celebrators of Culture

The Party Goers

The True Island People

People scream, shout and sing

Car horns blare into the night sky.

A symphony of noises is orchestrated by the enigma.

It is here that you can

Shake the way you want

Sing the way you want to

Shout what you want to

You can be you.

The only rule for this carnival

is to have fun.

It started with an innocent smile shared between us.

Your tiny hand held mine as we giggled and played all day.

When school was over, you’d say good bye

I would rush over to you to give you a peck on your cheek.

We dreamed of going on great adventures together.

You drew stick figures of us on pirate ships in outerspace

We would never be apart

We would fight evil monsters two by two or so I thought.

As time moved on, we grew to see the real “monsters”

I was labeled “weird” and “uncool”

You thought it was cruel

But, you stayed silent,because you wanted to fit in.

And so you left me behind for the “upper tier crowd”

You took my heart and left me alone to fend off the “monsters”

I’d create a time machine to tell myself

That boys like you don’t deserve my tears.