Are you the reason for the teardrops on my guitar?

Was it just a long day? Am I just overworking myself? I have no idea, but I had an episode today. I was fine in school, but as soon as i got home, I busted out in tears. I couldn't make it stop; was it just another mini anxiety attack? My question for everyone and anyone............... Do you ever feel the need to cry for no reason at all? Leave a comment, I'd love to read it. :) ~Cayleen Dawn

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Wishing everyone a goodnight.

Very busy weekend, too bad it's almost over. So not ready for Monday.

I'm back!

Hello, It's been like two years since I've last been on this blog. I forgot all about it, but I was amazed when I got back on and it has over 300 views! Thank you to all who viewed it, even you guys in Japan. :)

“The Raiders”

The sky was a darkened grey and the sun was gleaming its last little bit of light before the day was at its end. The soft whisper of the wind was dying down and the darkness was creeping in. The streets were empty, unlike all the other nights. A lonely stray cat walked with quick strides, its paws crunching the soft leaves with every step. Every shop in sight was old, and dilapidated. The street lights flickered on and flies swarmed around the glowing beams of light. The moon, now visible was full and bright. It was close, very close. I could feel it, I knew it was coming. I stand in the middle of the street watching, waiting, and breathing. My heart was at a steady beat, my feet planted firmly on the ground, my hands in my pant’s side pockets. With my hood up, covering my curls of brown and my soft blue eyes, I let out a tear. Slowly, it rolled down my cheek and fell to the ground. Everything was gone, everyone taken from me. I was left alone, cold, and heartbroken; I blinked away the tears and began to walk, then sprint, and then run.





It had to have been two weeks since I last had a decent meal; food was hard to find in this ghost town. All the bread, meats, and veggies were rotten, moldy, and old. The animals eat the rotting food, with delight actually. It’s rather sickening to gaze upon.

They devour it, ripping it limb from limb as if it was their last meal. To be honest, it just may be. I walk around these disease filled streets in hope for shelter, and a glass of drinkable water. My throat feels as lifeless as a rag doll; much like the one I used to have as a young girl. My last bit of hope was fading, until I saw a gleam of light afar. Surely I must have been seeing things. “It’s just the moon or a street light.” I told myself. But I couldn’t help but to investigate. It’s human nature; but as that saying goes, “Curiosity killed the cat.” But I didn’t care; I was already dead, on the inside. Nothing worse could really happen, my life was gone, my sanity was bursting at the seams, and my stomach demanded to be filled.



As I came closer to the lighted area, I realized it wasn’t anything I could have ever imagined. It was a dream, maybe a trick of the eye. But it was truly there; a man sitting against what used to be a Macys. He looked no older than twenty, and stared strait at me. I moved closer and he got up and did the same. As if we were long lost siblings were ran into an embrace and didn’t let go. Just to find someone who was going through the same thing as I made me perk right up. “What happened here?” He asked me as we let each other go. “Everything was stolen, they took it all!” I whispered. He looked abnormally at me then shifted his pose abruptly. “Who exactly are THEY?” I didn’t know how to answer, or how to react. “They are the Raiders.”





Last night, we cried. Not sad cries, not happy cries either. We just cried to cry I guess. His name is Michel and he is twenty two. His hair is a luminescent blonde and his eyes are a sparkling green. He has a smile that could thaw an iceberg. I don’t understand why he is still here and everyone else isn’t; there is a reason for his presence, I just haven’t figured it out yet. Last night we spoke of our life and our family. He has a sister, her name is Alyssa. He misses her dearly. I felt so bad, because all of this is my fault!! If I hadn’t wished for this it would have never happened. I’ve been warned about being carful what I wish for; well I guess I never listened. Now Michel has to pay for my mistake. How could I be so brainless?! Tonight I will tell him the truth, no more beating around the bush.



“Michel, I have something that I need to say.”

He stared at me with wide eyes. “What is it?” I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. “They Raiders are not Raiders at all, but someone is coming for me.” He looked confused. “What do you mean?” I began to cry again. “Last week, I met someone or how do you say it, something. I thought it would be fun, pure bogus, but to my dismay it was real. I can’t say exactly what it is because I really don’t know what it was, but it had powers. I’ve never been a believer of the mystical creatures and ‘magic’, but you have to believe me.” He gave me a distrusting look and sighed. “I would love to believe you, but that is quite a story.” He paused for a split second, and then began again. “If there is such a thing as this ‘mystical creature’, then why am I here?” I didn’t know how to answer. I was still trying to figure that out for myself. “I don’t know why you are here and no one else is, but there has to be a reason for it.” That night went on so long with blank looks and complete silence.



I dreamt that night, and I had figured the whole thing out. He was going to be the one to take me away. He didn’t know it, but I did. I felt the power in his voice and his hands. I no longer cared what can happen to me, but I wanted him to know I knew why he was here. HE KNOWS! I went to tell him and he was controlled. It possessed him, took over his mind. It was here for me. I wanted to run to get away, but my feet refused to move. I didn’t mean to wish for this, it has to be the worst thing that has ever happened in my life! “Spare me, I made a mistake and I know it now. I no longer want to live alone.” But all that I said meant nothing. I closed my eyes and took off the goggles.



“Okay guys I no longer want to play this thing.” I spoke louder than I thought. “Sorry Cayleen, you haven’t won or lost the game yet.” I gave them all a glare. “I said I no longer want to play, it was like a nightmare! Living alone was horrible!” they all laughed. “What are you talking about; the game you were playing was about shooting aliens.” I looked so puzzled. I put the helmet back on and saw green things running at me. But why did I not see this? What was wrong with me? “Are you okay?” they asked.



“Yes, I am okay, just a little tired. Can we go home?” they laughed again. “Sure, let’s go.” We walked out of the arcade and I turned to look again. “It’s the Raiders!” I screamed.

They were heading for me. “Oh Cayleen, you now understand.” I looked puzzled. “Understand what?” I asked. “Understand the reason for us being here.” They grabbed my hands and ran off with me. “Help me!” I screamed, but it was no help, the Raiders finally got me.

~cayleenc~

Change

Things are changing, yes it's true
just take a look at me and you
once so close, we've grown apart
The flame's dying in my heart
take my hand, fly away
I want our love to stay
No longer feel alive
this love can't survive
sweetheart you know that I love you
yes I do
but no longer can we go on like this
you know it's true
~cayleenc~

This one goes out to my friends(the real ones)

I've been having a hard time
I'm walking a thin line
You help me move along
get me up and running strong
you guys make me feel alive
no need to run and hide
you are my confidence
to you all of my friends
~cayleenc~

The rose

As the rose begins to wilt
Your heart is filled with guilt
Happy days have past you by
Your eyes turn red and begin to cry
This beauty is gone because of you
Once apart held by glue
That sweet scent that filled your nose
The beauty of the rose
Picked to handle
Its flame burned out like a candle
As its petals were twirled
Losing its life to the world
The water was crisp, the water was cold
But its life just won't hold
Todays the last
For the rose has passed
~cayleenc~

A new start

Evey day, they say you learn something new and sometimes that is true.But what about the times that it isn't! Starting new things such as this blog really helps you get an understanding of what people think and feel. Some may say it opens your eyes. so my fellow blogers,


Your's truely,
CayleenC