The FeelingThe feelingof the wind on my faceblowing through my hairrelaxing my soulblowing the warm spring air toward meand it feels deliciousThe feelingof the water on my backas I float in a pondrelaxing the mindwashing away my sinswistfully taking my heartand it feels remarkableThe feelingof a butterfly touching your noseas I lay in a field of flowersticking memaking me gigglemaking me smileand it feels funnyThe feelingof a fountain pen in my handas I sit at a desk writingwriting my cares awayfeeling confident in my wordserasing the feeling of sorrowand it feels amazingThe feelingof your lips on mineas we embrace the final timethe love and passion flowing through themthe feeling you neverwantto let go
The TakeoverI had been planning this for months. Ever since I had managed to make contact with life forms from galaxies billions of light-years away from here, I have been up late at night, planning my takeover of the world. We had communicated in secret, also late at night, in a large room connected to my basement that I called my workspace. After our late night rendezvous from the night before, they had announced they had reached the Kuiper Belt. With their ship traveling at the speed of light, they would reach Earth tomorrow afternoon.I planned it all very carefully, from where they would land to where we would create the weapons necessary for our war on the world. It would be a battle no one would ever forget, and many, oh so many people, would not live to tell the tale. And for those that would survive, I would be their queen, the supreme ruler of the world. The aliens would supply the proper weapons and ship, and their kind would be welcome here on Earth and treated as an equal, as well as
Back in Time...Here I am, floating between time and space, back to the past. There's a bright light, almost like the sun, up ahead, distinguishing my destination from the limbo in which I'm floating in. It's a little chilly, and I shiver in my gray William & Mary sweatshirt. It's so peaceful and quiet here, almost like you're underwater, but I couldn't help but think of my destination. It could be chaotic, or peaceful. I don't know, and the risk I'm taking pumps adrenaline into my veins.A blue and purple glob drops me from the peaceful limbo onto the gorgeous streets of Amsterdam in 1942. I examine my surroundings, and dash into an alley at the sight of the Nazi Police, the Gestapo. If they capture me, the entire operation and the target would be endangered, and time would be eternally changed.The armed men pass, and I walked toward 33 Prisengracht, and knock on the office building door. A young woman with shoulder-length, curly red hair answers the door, and looks at me with my modern clothing que
FacelessSometimes it seemsI have no faceI'm not judged for who I amBut what I amThe big yellow starPlastered on my coatUnable to be removedThat is my face now.They see the starGossip and whisper amongst themselvesI hear namesSo many namesSo derogatoryIt hurtsI have no nameI have no faceThe star is who I am nowBecause of that manThat evil, evil manWith the odd mustache and comb-overScreaming hateful namesInserting them into others mindsBut why, why?What have I done?I am an innocent personWrongly abusedWhat am I?What have I done?I know exactly:I am a Jew.