Lost in Thought-Daniel Terje

I’ve lived in a locked room for now… I don’t even know how long it’s been. I’ve given up on counting the days. I’m sure it’s been at least a few years. I don’t remember why I was put in here. I know it must’ve been for a good reason if I’ve been locked up for so long. It’s so dark. I can’t even see my hand in front of my face. I’ve forgotten what I look like. How tall am I? How long is my hair now? I haven’t eaten all this time, I wonder why I’m not hungry. I’m not tired either, how strange. I’m in this cell but I’m not chained or anything, but there is nothing to do in here, they many as well have chained me. All I do is sit around doing nothing. This really is no fun, I just want to enjoy myself, which is impossible in here. I tried to get out for the first few days or so, maybe weeks. There’s no way out. I wonder what I did wrong. I wonder where I am! Who put me in here in the first place? Feeling over my entire body, I learn, or remember, that I’m very thin, I have tall boots, cargo shorts, a long coat, but my shoulders are exposed. My hair on one side foes to about my shoulder and there’s a long braid. The other side is longer, my under arm or chest I’d say. My bangs are pretty long, I wonder if I could see even if it was light in here. I’m wearing glasses too. My skin is really soft. From what I remember, my eyes are green and my hair is white. Why is my hair white again? Am I an old man?! No, no I couldn’t be. I was 20 last I remember… so there’s no way I could be an old man. Maybe I’m just albino; yeah I’ll go with that. I want to get out of here. I want to actually see myself. I want to see other people. These words, they are my thoughts; I’m saying them out loud, really loud. I feel better when I talk aloud. I wonder if anyone can hear me. Can you hear me? …no? Yeah I didn’t think so. I’m all alone. I’m often talking, hearing my voice, hearing a voice in general, is the only thing that keeps me tied to reality. Is this reality? Or is this some painful dream? If this is a dream, I want to wake up I want to wake up now! I wish someone would listen to me right now. Maybe… it’s strange but, what if someone was listening but had no way to respond back. If that’s the case, hello. I wonder if they know who I am… probably not. I bet the person who locked me in here forgot about me as well. I’ve forgotten a lot. I vet someone wiped my memory or something. For some reason that doesn’t sound unreasonable. I don’t remember anything other than the fact my name is Daniel Rune Terje and I’m from Norway. I remember that I was 20 when I was locked away, and someone put me here. I don’t know anything else. If someone else remembered me and helped remind me who I am, then maybe I’d remember why I was locked in here and why I can’t get out. Will someone please tell me who I am?

The 4th Wall

The lights shine brightly, the curtains open, the stage is set. A table is in the center, covered with a variety of food. A series of bells ring and a large mass of people flood to the table. The favorite of the food seems to be the smoked ham, the smell flying off the stage past the 4th wall. The people at the table feast, the audience wanting to jump on stage and take part of the joy. Chatter breaks out at the table, talking about friends and family. Minutes later, another set of bells ring and all but one leaves. That one was a small girl with a blue bow in her long blonde hair. She walks up to the 4th wall and places her hands on it. "Why can't I see you? Why can't I hear you?" she askes as she runs her hand along the unseen wall. The trail that her hand made slowly turned to ice. To the audience, it appears as a floating stream of ice, they murmur to one another. "It's too cold in here. don't you see?" She shivers and wraps her arms around herself. "Let me out, I'm so cold. Let me out!" She thrusts her hands forward and an icy wall shatters.

Looking For The Light

Dark, why is the world always cold and dark. It is so hard to find a light in this world. I have not yet found a light, only empty bodies surrounded in darkness. This darkness, it consumes all the light that exists. If someone is around a person with this dark, they become cold and dark too. That is why I must be careful on my search for light. I am light, so the darkness waits to devour me. I must be careful. I can feel the dark trying to creep into my heart, it hurts. I must be careful, I must find the light. There has to be at least one other person with the light. Or has this world really gone dark? No, maybe that other light is searching for more light like me. I hope that is the case. I want to be with light and help change the world. I want to find the one just for me. I wonder where that person is. A person would think that a glimpse of light would stand out against all this darkness, but no, it blends in, I blend in. No one can see my light, no one except for the darkness within everyone. They look and laugh, they despise my light.


On my journey for light, I dodge the hurt that people throw at me. I protect my light, for it is what make me me. I do not want to become like one of them, one of the dark. Where is this person, the one just for me, the one of light? I wonder if that person knows I am searching? I hope that is the case. The darkness doesn't what me to find that person, they keep me away. They are the ones that make me blend in, so I cannot be found. The dark knows I want to be found, that is why they hide me. Some act like the light, pretend to be the one just for me. They fill me with joy, but then the dark within them crushes it. They use my light against me. So many times I have thought I had found the one just for me, but it was just dark in disguise. I am scared now, in my search for the light. What if it's only darkness again? I don't want to try again. What if it really is the light and I miss out of the one just for me? I must keep trying, but I must be careful. Protect my light. My light is slowly fading from all the false light being thrown at me. I don't know what to do anymore. Do I search for the one just for me? Or do I hide away...?


Hello? Yes? Who is there? It is you. What do you mean? I am you, you are me. We are the same. Oh? Why are you here? I am here to help you. Help you on your search for the light. Really? You'll help me? Well I am you after all. Thank you. I need it, the dark has been hurting me so much, I don't know what to do... It'll be okay, I will help you find the one just for you, we shall be happy. Happy? Yes, that is what you are looking for isn't it? A world of happiness? Yes, a world where everyone is happy, that is what I want. Then you need to find the one just for you. I have tried, but the darkness pretends to be the light, so I do not know. That is why I am here. I will help you know the difference. How? I am well known by the darkness, we used to be of the dark, or at least I have. I don't understand. If we are the same, how could you be of the dark and not me? We are of one body, but not of one mind. Is that why I felt darkness within me back then? Yes, don't you still feel it now? It is too hard for me to feel the difference between light and dark now... You poor child, I will help you remember. Now, let us continue our journey, our journey for the light.


To be continued...

Everyday is a Nightmare

Step step, drip drip

He's there, watching me again

His endless black holes where eyes should be

Drip drip, the water falling from his body

He is always drenched

Never ending, he haunts me

That evil grin

What did I ever do to that little boy

 

My vases are shattered

He's been at it again

Puddles of water

All over the floor

Bloody footprints where he used to be

A sore on my neck coloured red

He visited me at night

What did I ever do to that little boy

 

My curtains torn

Couches and chairs ripped apart

Sounds of pitiful laughter

Water along the ground dyed red

Again my neck aches

Hiding in the shadows

Never ending, he haunts me

Guilt rises in my chest

What did I ever do to that little boy

 

Heart shattered

Hope torn

He has taken the last

"There is nothing left!" I scream

He never answers

A laugh in place of a response

Blood pours from the holes in his eyes

That's my blood

What did I ever do to that little boy

Flash Stories, Part 10 (Final)

I want to be with him, but I don't want to be with him. Why did he have to be a demon? I wish to right my wrongs and return to heaven. If only I could remember what my wrong was, then I would know how to correct. I want nothing more than to return home. At least that's what I think, that's what I want to believe. Maybe... just maybe... that's not what I truly want. Perhaps I should listen to my heart rather than my head. Who cares if the one I love is a demon, I'm never going to remember what I did wrong, I'm never going to be an angel again. He loves me for me, not what I am. I should do the same for him.

Flash Stories, Part 9

She says she can't love me as long as I am a demon. I cannot change that, but I don't want to be one anymore. That's why I left that world, so I could live as something other than a demon. I didn't ask for this, I wanted to be human. That angel girl has fallen from heaven and was forced to become a human. That's what she tells me at least. She wished to be an angel but was forced to be human. I want to be human but am forced to remain a demon. Why does it have to work out like this? Why must I thirst for her blood every second? I only want to remain with her.

Flash Stories, Part 7

I wonder if that beautiful angel is doing alright. Does she know I am what I am, a demon of the night? I have to be careful, if I get to close, it may end badly for us both. I cannot let her find out who I truly am, for then she will no longer love me. If she knew, how badly I wish to sink my teeth into that pure neck of hers, she would go berserk. I need to see her again, see if she's alright. There she is, up in that tree, she seems to be sleeping. I wonder what she dreams about, or what she thinks about when she's awake. Am I on her mind?

Flash Stories, Part 4

Who is this man? I saw him rise through a large crack in the ground. Is he some sort of demon? If so, does he know I'm an angel? He wouldn't show such affection to me if he knew, would he? Does this strange man have feelings for me? Do I have feelings for him?! No! I cannot, it is forbidden for an angel and a demon to be together. well, I'm not exactly an angel anymore... I've lost my wings, I've lost my memories, I'm not sure of who I even am anymore. Maybe, it wouldn't be so bad to love this man.

Flash Stories, Part 2

Wings. I had wings, I was an angel... I did something wrong.. what was it again? It must have been really horrible to have been dropped from heaven. I don't want to be here, I want to go back. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, can you please forgive any wrong I have done? My tears are running down my cheeks like streams into my mouth. They taste like little pieces of freedom. Yet I am still here, kneeling on the harsh ground in a torn white dress. I still don't understand what I have done wrong.. I always tried to be my very best. I also tried to be who everyone wanted me to be. Was I not good enough, I suppose not.

Text Message Poems

FEAR

 

The world is a scary place

Things in the shadows

Creeping in your eyes

You scare yourself

With the mystery thoughts

What ifs and maybes

Small noises in the dark

Unknown of its identity

This is the cause of fear

 

 

CRY

 

Tears are not weakness

They are strength

Proves you have emotion

Although

Do not take tears for granted

Crying or the wrong one

For that person

Does not deserve them

Your precious tears

 

 

HOPE

 

Hope is something loved

It is what we all hold to

A special gift

And when it is lost

It may never be found

This makes us weak

When we have this gift

We are at our strongest

Not to be defeated

By any battle

Don't ever lose hope!