You have known pleasant dreams
Where nothing is sorrow or as it seems
Where everything is simple and carefree
But now it is time to awaken
To unlock the door with the golden key
And let the real world flash by
The fantasy world is now forsaken
All in a split second, your life has changed
Moments once treasured are now estranged
Don't hesitate; fall back asleep
For those are memories you need to keep
Slip back into restfulness; my voice you will hear
Telling you to await the end that is never here...
-Kaila Nicole
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Elegance
A soft and delicate substance
Like white sand beneath toes
And the beams of the sunrise
Drowning a morning bedroom
With the white canopy billowing
Like liquid velvet in the sun
A small lamb moving slowly
Through the greenest pasture
And the smoothest fingers and hands
Stroking along bare, warm skin
Like cold mountain water running over rocks
And laying your head down at night
The cool air slipping and falling in around you
Your eyes falling shut as your body drifts
Drifts to another place with angels and
Wings fluttering in the distance
Pure elegance...
-Kaila Nicole
Like white sand beneath toes
And the beams of the sunrise
Drowning a morning bedroom
With the white canopy billowing
Like liquid velvet in the sun
A small lamb moving slowly
Through the greenest pasture
And the smoothest fingers and hands
Stroking along bare, warm skin
Like cold mountain water running over rocks
And laying your head down at night
The cool air slipping and falling in around you
Your eyes falling shut as your body drifts
Drifts to another place with angels and
Wings fluttering in the distance
Pure elegance...
-Kaila Nicole
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Directions on the Back of Subway Napkins
The preacher's voice ricocheted off the walls and stained-glass windows of the church.
"Are you going to look to God for your salvation or to the plastic idols of man, to money and drugs and mere physical pleasure? Which are you to choose?" he screamed. Suddenly, a woman jumped from her seat and ran from the church. The church's audience turned, eyes narrowed as the young woman slammed the doors. The preacher paused, watching her figure run down the pathway and finally disappearing down the hill. "It seems that those who have these sins have a hard time confronting them," He announced and the crowd nodded and commented on the girl's state of being, "let us bow our heads and pray for God to forgive the young child." The church-goers obeyed and as if on cue, bent their heads and whispered silently to themselves.
Down the large hill, the girl sat on the limb of a tree and watched the cars pass by on the road below. Fragile tears slid down her face as she surveyed the land. She hated this place with a greater passion than she hated the rumors. Her birthday was on May 17th, which meant only two more weeks until she could escape it. Two weeks until pure freedom. As she was reveling in that delight, she didn't seem to notice the young man hiking through the woods. His eyes caught the end of her dress dangling off the limb and he slowly made his way up her swinging legs, her torso, and then finally her face. He glanced around, searching for another sign of human life, but saw none. A beautiful young woman stuck in a tree he just happened to come upon? And here he had thought this hiking trip would be a total waste.
"Miss? Are you stuck?" He called up to the stranger, who yelped and jumped on her tree branch. She pressed a hand on her chest to calm herself and narrowed her eyes at the boy below her.
"What are you doing here?"
He smiled and motioned to his hiking stick.
"I'm on an adventure and it appears that I've found Jane." Her eyebrows knitted in confusion at the reference and he sighed. "Tarzan and Jane? That ring a bell?" She nodded and swung herself to the branch below to get a better look at him.
"Of course. now that you've explained so. Now why were you spying on me?" His eyes widened and he raised his hands up in defense.
"Whoa. No need to panic. I wasn't 'spying' on you. I merely came across you on my way up the mountain." He took in the changing expressions on her face as she thought his explanation over.
"All right. So what are you doing hiking here? There's no trail near here."
He shrugged and dug a hole into the ground with his stick.
"I like to... make my own trails."
"So you've been slicing a trail in my forest?" She smirked down at him and he raised an eyebrow.
"Not at all, Miss Jane."
"The name's Summer, actually. And yours is...?"
"Hunter," He answered, walking closer to the tree, "now may I ask you why you are sitting in a tree?"
"I'm escaping the crazy townspeople." He eyed her suspiciously.
"You're not a criminal, are you? Because I'm not looking for trouble," He grinned as she jumped to the ground in front of him and crossed her arms over her chest.
"And what if I am? Are you going to run away and notify them of my whereabouts?" He sarcastically thought about it for a moment.
"No, probably not. You're too pretty to sit in a dark jail cell." She blushed a light rose color and he noticed how gorgeous she looked, with her blue eyes glinting in the sun and her hair falling in wisps beside her face. The messy bun that held her strawberry-blonde hair was bobbing up and down as she closed the large gap between them.
"So why are your townspeople crazy?" He questioned and she sighed, looking back over her shoulder before answering.
"My mother was recently arrested for prostitution up in New York. Word got back down here in Kentucky, and now everyone thinks that I'll wind up like her." He made a face and a question popped into his mind.
"Why? That's just... arrogant of them to think like that."
She smiled at him and began walking back towards the church. Service would be ending soon and there was no way she wanted to walk the ten miles back home. He walked by her side and awaited an answer. She felt elated that he had shown up when he had. Like an angel from Heaven to come on and remind her that she wasn't like her mother. That she was a totally different person and she had a future ahead of her that was completely opposite of her mother's. What she found odd was that she was confessing all of this to a total stranger. But the timing had been impeccably perfect for Hunter to step in and saved the day. And for that, she wasn't going to object.
"I don't really know. I guess that since this is such a small town, everyone thinks that there's no other direction for me to go." They arrived at the beginning of the path that led to the tiny church and Hunter stopped her.
"Well, it looks like this is where we part our journey." She nodded and watched as he slipped a piece of paper in her folded hand. He began to walk away and she held the paper tighter in her hands as she made her way up the path. Her breath hitched in her throat as she turned, watching Hunter's form move through the trees, every so often glancing back to look at her. She waved and he waved back, his hands making the motion to look at the note. She was then caught by the sight of him bathed in the spring sunshine, his honey-colored hair and dark almond eyes standing out among the fresh green leaves. She opened the note in her hands and there, on the back of a Subway napkin, read,
"So I have no idea if this will even be given to you, but its worth a shot. Here's the directions:
One, tell me your name.
Two, let me acknowledge how incredibly stunning you are.
And three, come down here and let me ask you to dinner tonight."
Her eyes widened and she hurriedly looked up from the napkin to where Hunter stood in the forest. She crumpled the object in her hands and raced towards him.
"I take it that my directions were helpful?" He smirked as she neared.
"Very. It was frightening how helpful they were."
The two stepped closed and she held up the napkin. "How on Earth did you pull this off?"
"You were staring off into La La Land and I just happened to have Subway for lunch. It seems that the fates were for us today."
"Ahh. I see. So do you happen to have a Sharpie on you?" She questioned and he gave her a puzzled look as he dug through the backpack hooked around his shoulders.
"Yeah... why?"
"So I can write my address on your hand. You need to know it before you pick me up, right?" Their smiles spread across their faces as she scribbled on his palm. "Don't lose that, now. Otherwise, you might never see me again." He grabbed her hand that had been writing on his and kissed the top before letting go.
"See you at eight, Summer."
-Mucho love
Kaila Nicole
"Are you going to look to God for your salvation or to the plastic idols of man, to money and drugs and mere physical pleasure? Which are you to choose?" he screamed. Suddenly, a woman jumped from her seat and ran from the church. The church's audience turned, eyes narrowed as the young woman slammed the doors. The preacher paused, watching her figure run down the pathway and finally disappearing down the hill. "It seems that those who have these sins have a hard time confronting them," He announced and the crowd nodded and commented on the girl's state of being, "let us bow our heads and pray for God to forgive the young child." The church-goers obeyed and as if on cue, bent their heads and whispered silently to themselves.
Down the large hill, the girl sat on the limb of a tree and watched the cars pass by on the road below. Fragile tears slid down her face as she surveyed the land. She hated this place with a greater passion than she hated the rumors. Her birthday was on May 17th, which meant only two more weeks until she could escape it. Two weeks until pure freedom. As she was reveling in that delight, she didn't seem to notice the young man hiking through the woods. His eyes caught the end of her dress dangling off the limb and he slowly made his way up her swinging legs, her torso, and then finally her face. He glanced around, searching for another sign of human life, but saw none. A beautiful young woman stuck in a tree he just happened to come upon? And here he had thought this hiking trip would be a total waste.
"Miss? Are you stuck?" He called up to the stranger, who yelped and jumped on her tree branch. She pressed a hand on her chest to calm herself and narrowed her eyes at the boy below her.
"What are you doing here?"
He smiled and motioned to his hiking stick.
"I'm on an adventure and it appears that I've found Jane." Her eyebrows knitted in confusion at the reference and he sighed. "Tarzan and Jane? That ring a bell?" She nodded and swung herself to the branch below to get a better look at him.
"Of course. now that you've explained so. Now why were you spying on me?" His eyes widened and he raised his hands up in defense.
"Whoa. No need to panic. I wasn't 'spying' on you. I merely came across you on my way up the mountain." He took in the changing expressions on her face as she thought his explanation over.
"All right. So what are you doing hiking here? There's no trail near here."
He shrugged and dug a hole into the ground with his stick.
"I like to... make my own trails."
"So you've been slicing a trail in my forest?" She smirked down at him and he raised an eyebrow.
"Not at all, Miss Jane."
"The name's Summer, actually. And yours is...?"
"Hunter," He answered, walking closer to the tree, "now may I ask you why you are sitting in a tree?"
"I'm escaping the crazy townspeople." He eyed her suspiciously.
"You're not a criminal, are you? Because I'm not looking for trouble," He grinned as she jumped to the ground in front of him and crossed her arms over her chest.
"And what if I am? Are you going to run away and notify them of my whereabouts?" He sarcastically thought about it for a moment.
"No, probably not. You're too pretty to sit in a dark jail cell." She blushed a light rose color and he noticed how gorgeous she looked, with her blue eyes glinting in the sun and her hair falling in wisps beside her face. The messy bun that held her strawberry-blonde hair was bobbing up and down as she closed the large gap between them.
"So why are your townspeople crazy?" He questioned and she sighed, looking back over her shoulder before answering.
"My mother was recently arrested for prostitution up in New York. Word got back down here in Kentucky, and now everyone thinks that I'll wind up like her." He made a face and a question popped into his mind.
"Why? That's just... arrogant of them to think like that."
She smiled at him and began walking back towards the church. Service would be ending soon and there was no way she wanted to walk the ten miles back home. He walked by her side and awaited an answer. She felt elated that he had shown up when he had. Like an angel from Heaven to come on and remind her that she wasn't like her mother. That she was a totally different person and she had a future ahead of her that was completely opposite of her mother's. What she found odd was that she was confessing all of this to a total stranger. But the timing had been impeccably perfect for Hunter to step in and saved the day. And for that, she wasn't going to object.
"I don't really know. I guess that since this is such a small town, everyone thinks that there's no other direction for me to go." They arrived at the beginning of the path that led to the tiny church and Hunter stopped her.
"Well, it looks like this is where we part our journey." She nodded and watched as he slipped a piece of paper in her folded hand. He began to walk away and she held the paper tighter in her hands as she made her way up the path. Her breath hitched in her throat as she turned, watching Hunter's form move through the trees, every so often glancing back to look at her. She waved and he waved back, his hands making the motion to look at the note. She was then caught by the sight of him bathed in the spring sunshine, his honey-colored hair and dark almond eyes standing out among the fresh green leaves. She opened the note in her hands and there, on the back of a Subway napkin, read,
"So I have no idea if this will even be given to you, but its worth a shot. Here's the directions:
One, tell me your name.
Two, let me acknowledge how incredibly stunning you are.
And three, come down here and let me ask you to dinner tonight."
Her eyes widened and she hurriedly looked up from the napkin to where Hunter stood in the forest. She crumpled the object in her hands and raced towards him.
"I take it that my directions were helpful?" He smirked as she neared.
"Very. It was frightening how helpful they were."
The two stepped closed and she held up the napkin. "How on Earth did you pull this off?"
"You were staring off into La La Land and I just happened to have Subway for lunch. It seems that the fates were for us today."
"Ahh. I see. So do you happen to have a Sharpie on you?" She questioned and he gave her a puzzled look as he dug through the backpack hooked around his shoulders.
"Yeah... why?"
"So I can write my address on your hand. You need to know it before you pick me up, right?" Their smiles spread across their faces as she scribbled on his palm. "Don't lose that, now. Otherwise, you might never see me again." He grabbed her hand that had been writing on his and kissed the top before letting go.
"See you at eight, Summer."
-Mucho love
Kaila Nicole
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