THE CHOSEN ONE -Poetry /

 

The Chosen One

He came to me in the mid of the night,

Entering into my room.

For others, it might have brought them a fright.

This creature from another realm.

But I had waited for his call,

Always knowing he would come

To sweep me away from humanity's all,

For I was the chosen one.

His form, unlike my own,

Made of plasma and light.

His strange voice and language to me unknown

Yet still, I was not scared.

He used a rod and zapped my head.

His lightning shocked my senses.

In my body, the darkness spread.

Until later, I awoke alone.

I think it's been years since that dreadful day,

When my liberty he did steal.

When that creature whisked me away

And locked me in this cage.

Unthinkable experiments he's done to me

as my body and mind, he has tortured.

If only he would let me free,

So I could return to my realm.

I guess it's my fault, for I foolishly believed.

His realm offered me greatness.

This hell I had not conceived.

Me, the chosen one.

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The Chosen One

by Stephanie Daich

Untrue as a Heart of Lies -Poetry /

Untrue as a Heart of Lies

Out of my thoughts that consume me

Untrue as a heart of lies

I drop to a bended knee

And cover my sinful eyes

In the moments that define me

I’ve shown my colors true

I’ve set my passions free

I’ve allowed my darkness through

Beyond the settled dust

My consequences collected

I left a trail of distrust

My life forever affected

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Untrue as a Heart of Lies

by Stephanie Daich

A MISTAKE THAT YOU MADE /

 A MISTAKE THAT YOU MADE

 

You will see couples and remember me,

And recall the love I gave.

Optimism and hope will play on their faces,

As you recount all the kindness I bestowed on you.

You long for the kisses they share,

As your body feels my last touch.

When the couple disappears into the setting sun,

You will drop to your knees,

And cry that you let me go.

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A Mistake that You Made

by Stephanie Daichat You Made

MAGICAL FRIEND -Poetry /

 MAGICAL FRIEND

The words erupt out of the abuser,

As under the table, the child recedes.

Hiding from the pain,

The child clutches prayer beads.

Drift, carry, transform; it's time for a magical friend.

Drift, carry, escape; let the magic begin.

The words disappear to the sky,

As the fantasy friend brings light.

The child, no longer afraid,

Her space feels colorful and bright.

Drift, carry, transform; it's time for a magical friend.

Drift, carry, escape; let the magic begin.

Whenever the world shows cruelty,

The magical friend appears

And takes the child elsewhere,

While eliminating her fears.

Drift, carry, transform; it's time for a magical friend.

Drift, carry, escape; let the magic begin.

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Magical Friend

by Stephanie Daich

WINTER ON ITS WAY OUT -Photography

 

ONE HELL OF A DIET -Flash Fiction :

ONE HELL OF A DIET

Would I ever lose the excess weight? I had tried diet after diet, only to fail in each one.

I squeezed the massive belly that hung over my waistline; its blub rolling in my hands like dough.

“You fat slob. You have no choice.” I growled at my image in the mirror. Why did I still own mirrors?

I was done being big and had only one diet left to try.

“I will fast for nine months.”

“Dude, you are insane.” Everyone told me.

But they didn’t understand. I couldn’t be like this anymore.

“I hate you. Why can’t you get ahold of this?” That thought went through my head twenty times a day.

How had I lost control of eating? Life was so simple as a kid, eating anything I wanted to and not thinking about it. How had that changed, and how did I get here? I needed to reset my brain, and my starvation diet was my only chance.

Foolishly, I took off in the backcountry of the Pacific Northwest Trail with plans to travel through seven national forests.

“It isn’t safe to hike alone,” almost everyone told me.

I didn’t care. Either I would lose all the grotesque weight or make a lovely meal for a family of bears. I was good with either one.

I loaded my pack with all the needed gear without the essential staple in most hikers’ packs. I didn’t pack food. If I didn’t have access to food, then I couldn’t eat, right?

Do you want to know what Hell is? Hell is lugging around a 50lb pack through a wilderness that only knows two seasons: wet and soggy. Hell is spraining your ankle three times, the ankle you absolutely depend on. Hell is having no energy because you aren’t supplying your body with food. Hell is five million bug bites, and Hell is being chased by a bear not once but twice.

But I did it! I lost eight two pounds; at least that is what the hospital intake chart said. I forgot to tell you, Hell is falling off a cliff and slipping in and out of consciousness while every bone in your body feels broken. Hell is waiting four days for someone to discover your crumpled body at the bottom of the ravine while you experience the most excruciating pain. Hell is spending two months in the hospital in a coma, then two more recovering, all while in traction. And Hell is gaining sixty of those lost pounds back as the hospital forces total parenteral nutrition into you. Hell is the two-year loss of your life from eight months in the wilderness, four months in the hospital, and a year of physical therapy. Oh yeah, and Hell is the two-million-dollar hospital bill for it all.

All in all, at the end of two years, I added forty pounds to my hospital discharge weight, putting me at a net gain of twenty pounds.

That is one Hell of a diet.

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One Hell of a Diet

by Stephanie Daich

CELESTIAL ARIZONA NIGHT -Poetry :

 

CELESTIAL ARIZONA NIGHT

 

Stars shine brighter above Havasupai.

Washed out is the heavens in the cities,

Skies devoid of life beyond.

Yet the Arizona desert doth capture the eye.

 

Behold the stillness of the Arizona night,

As toads croak their melody

And creatures scuttle in the sand.

Above, the stars twinkle in brilliant light.

 

No place on earth can compare,

As shooting stars streak the sky,

And darkness moves in shadowy crags

-To the splendor of the celestial Arizona night air.

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Celestial Arizona Night

by Stephanie Daich