"Pitter" And "Patter"

Like the olden days

where we walked along 

this path in the rain.

The streets were almost empty

with an owl howling

in the distance.

Footsteps pattered in the water

with double rhythm 

"Pitter" "Patter".

It's the same path 

as before 

but 

there was only 

"Patter".

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After spending the whole winter in bed, this air was indeed refreshing. This scenery has not changed as much. Perhaps just greener than my memories. The oak is there, with thicker trucks; the grasses have rose from the ground; the leaves have returned. It's funny how despite all these bizarre events happening around the world, they were not affecting them at all. They spur, they grow and they fall. It's an endless process for them. Isn't it parallel across the universe? We live, we grow and we die. Some just died before the real death but if I pull them out and be immersed in this scenery  I'm sure something will change, perhaps not much of the outer, but definitely the inner.    

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The Third Voice

Behind those concrete hard walls

lay two voices over the years.

It speaks in the day,

whispers in the night

and echoes in their heart. 

On the other side

lays a forest that was beyond them.

As the flowers bloom

 disturbed, I doubt, by the voices,

wither before time.

It was known that there was a third voice,

but it was never heard.

Upon Donna Noble's Death

A letter Doctor wrote to Donna on that very day she was going to die.

Dear Donna,

When the Ood said that our song was ending, I didn't thought much about it. After all, there were some glimpses in the universe that I just couldn't see. The first time I saw you was in the Tardis and it took me by surprise. Who knew that a girl like you would pop in from nowhere. I remembered asking to stay but you didn't. You were the only one ever really reject me. When we finally got together and travel, you were too special. For one moment, you were the most important person in this universe; one shiny moment and there were planets singing songs of Donna Noble. I will never forget the hopeless in your eyes before your memories were gone. I wanted to say sorry but my voice wasn't heard. Shouldn't forever be a word for a time-lord? After all this while, I realised that the Ood was sending a message: that forever was never meant for us. 

John Smith,

An Old Friend.

Donna was in her bed while reading this letter. Her heart was aching and her tears were out but she didn't understand this feeling. Her hands were trembling and fell out of her hands. A bright light flashed upon the her last breath: A young guy appeared and picked up the paper. 

"Donna..." 

That was the last thing she ever heard. 

Unforgivable

I am suppose to be a loner, ain't I? A lonely ranger wandering, wondering and waiting. I feel exactly like the sky above... Gloomy and cloudless. What does that even mean? I don't know but that's all I have in me now. The couple at the far front of me is having a walk with their hands holding together. So this is what family is like? Having a nice little walk down the streets, pointing at buildings and triggering memories? Well, I guess I will never know this relationship family has because I don't have one. I'm abandoned and that's unforgivable. 

Now,

I'm leaving a place I used to love.

Yet,

I swear that I shall not come back,
never in this life.
But

I saw her waving at me in the darkness for my departure,
hoping for my return.

This place,

it tears me apart,

where I leave her hanging there.

In false hope.

My Dear Friend

My Dear Friend

If Death needs a friend,

I guess he is 

lonely too.

Everyone flees

when he's 

out 

on duty.

Yet,

no one notice

the pollution out of the plumps,

creating cancers;

forest giving way for new cities,

destroying the balance;

the slaughter around the globe,

millions suffering.

Dear Death,

I feel for you.

You're just clearing up the mess that was created 

by the monster.

A man that is doing his job faithfully.

Shadow

Shadow

Only my shadow knows

the lies I lied,

the secrets I kept,

and

the memories I had.

The thoughts 

in 

my mind,

it

understands.

The emotions 

in 

my heart,

it 

feels.

It stayed

when coldness and pain

struck.

In silence

and that's all.

Only my shadow knows

me. 

Soul Mate

Soul Mate

If they 

torture,

tear,

or cut

us,

And

lay us 

from 

one 

end 

to 

the 

other 

end,

they will 

understand

that

we are 

connected 

as

one.

BORN TO RISE

BORN TO RISE

She was born in a world of failure.

Life was tough then.

Her appearance however,

destined to save everything.

Forget about her thin body,

her unattractive face and her little dream.

There will come a day,

that one day, when she rises,

ruling this horrible place

and nothing can stop her.

When the sun rises, 

she will be at the top of this world,

accepting her quest,

that one day,

where she was,

 born to rise.