Your Story

I am.

I am the hidden watcher of your tale. 

You do not know me. 

But I know you. 

I know your secrets,

I know your deepest fears, your highest hopes. 

I know the reasons behind you actions and your words. 

I do not spy on you, though. 

I don't try to know you, or try to learn your your deepest secrets. 

You tell them to me. 

Your actions, your thoughts, your words. 

They all tell me who you are. 

And I know who you are. 

For I hold your story in my hand. 

I leaf though the pages if your history,

Your present,

And your future. 

In a different world, 

I see everything through different eyes.

Through your eyes.

You experience it. 

And I see it. 

And when you cry,

I feel your pain. 

I cry for you. 

But you don't know that, do you?

You don't know I cry. 

You'll never know I cry.

You're just a character. 

You story has already been written,

Your date decided, 

Your whole existence merely a creation. 

But to me, you are real. 

You are real. 

And so is your pain. 

Your love. 

Everything. 

Everything about you is real. 

So real. 

Too real. 

But your story continues. 

And u want to know what it holds. 

Every new word read is a new discovery, 

A new view deeper into your story, 

A new twist in this book. 

This book where I am at utterly transfixed. 

Until, of course, it ends. 

All stories must end. 

Yours will end. 

My view into your world will vanish. 

And you swill only remain a memory. 

Just a memory. 

But one that will never be forgotten. 

And that is why, my friend, 

I want to open this book, this story of yours. 

I want to see where it takes you. 

And where you end up. 

I know you, dear friend. 

You don't know anything about me. 

But I know you. 

I feel for you. 

I cry for you. 

And I watch your journey continue, 

Through the pages of this book.

-Cleo

Where We Live

I am from Earth

The planet where there is neither Jew nor Greek

Who are not human

That was a long time ago

No I am from “Move to the back of the bus!”

from “We don’t serve your kind!”

“Your vote don’t count!”

and “Get off our streets!”

I am from an eye for an eye

that seems to never be what happens

I am the seventy seven cents to their dollar

If any one man is to think they can change this

they must gather together with more

For if they wish to live in peace

And equality

Then we must all stand up and speak to create a world where

We stand hand in hand with our neighbors and bosses

And live not with the dream

But with the reality

Is that where you live?

-Apple

Betrayal

How is that it is
Better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all
What if when they went out
They had their great bang
For it is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend
Like the ones
Who if they wanted to go home
They must betray
To be accepted
The must have lost one's trust
Had their back
Never telling them
That it was them
Who had the knife
The drop of your heart
And the trembling of your voice
As tears gather in your lashes
It takes so much time to build trust
On both sides
And find what works
So why
Why would they just throw that away
Don't they realize all of the pain
All of the misery you must now endure
A kind man fights with a sword
So why couldn't they just draw blood
Why couldn't they take a swing
Let your physical pain take it all in
What had you done to them
To make them lie
And cheat
But never even telling you themselves
You had to find out by another
They will
Never
Understand
What it feels like
When all you can do
Is cry
And pray to someone
Who isn't even listening

-Apple

Inspired by Sirius Black—
'Then you should have died! Died rather than betray your friends, as we would have done for you.'