I've Taken My Apple Out of the Bag Twice ...

I've Taken My Apple Out of the Bag Twice ...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter

When one tries to be good always
What do they do when they feel anger?
What do they do?


When one tries to never think mean thoughts
What do they do if they think bad of someone
What do they do?


When one is human ... never perfect
What do they do to get rid of anger, bad feelings
When they never let the person they're angry with ... know?


Never wanting to hurt another person
Yet ... it's going to happen sooner ... later
Because to let them know how they made you feel ... you have to tell them


It won't ever go away ... it'll stay right there in your mind
Just as an apple placed into a bag stays ... until taken out
I've taken my apple out of the bag twice in the past several weeks


Twice in several weeks ... I've felt bad ... it began to build inside
Not being one to hold things in ... I felt the need to let each one know
How I felt ... yet, I still feel bad ... I still feel upset


Never wanting to hurt another person ... yet ... I know I have
Unintentionally ... not because they hurt me first ... and they did
Hurt them because ... I expressed how I truly felt ... and I'd do it again


Sorry I hurt them ... not sorry for saying what's on my mind
I'm not perfect ... I should have let things go ... I couldn't
Sometimes ... one can't when it comes to being made to feel bad


I couldn't ... when someone wasted unnecessary words
Words that never need be spoken
Especially not to me ... knowing I'm respectful of everyone


Knowing I'd never ask anything from anyone
I know you've felt the same when someone spoke unnecessary words to you
They knew better ... why would they do it ... anyway?


I'm being crytic ... when I hurt, feel pain
I begin to write as I think ... to make it go away
I woke up sad ... yes, a tiny bit of anger in my Heart


Not wanting it to build up inside ... I opened the dam
Words like water began pouring out
As I sit here ... releasing them from my fingertips


Like a river ... my words flow until I don't see them anymore
They've gone far and wide
Riding the currents, blowing in the wind


Leaving me feeling calm ... whole again
Let the anger go ... let bad feelings go away
It's not the end of the world ... today ... begins a new day




Author's Note:


I'm not perfect ... I do feel anger, pain when I feel someone has hurt me ... whether they do it intentionally or not.


If I don't feel something is right ... I do get upset.  I try not to let anyone know.  I don't like to hurt others ... sometimes, I have ... I do.


To express how I feel ... I do it in the nicest way possible so, as not to hurt ... reality is ... it does hurt.  If I don't do that ... I get physically sick inside if I hold 'bad' feelings in.


As a younger person I would let people hurt me ... never letting them know.  Then ... one, two ... three ... the third time I am going to say something.  The sad thing is when someone never likes you again ... the sad thing is when that happens ... you know they never liked you to begin with.


All I can say is ... life can be like that.  It isn't all smiles, happiness.  I'm not perfect ... I get mad, too.  Just because I try so hard to be good ... doesn't mean I don't become upset sometimes.  Doesn't mean I don't feel bad when I do ... because that's exactly what happens ... I feel bad when I do.

Photo, poem owned ... written by me, Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

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It Was I ...

It Was I ...
By #Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee/@GeeGranny on Twitter

I could hear the arguing before I moved in close to see what was happening.  Under the night light I could see a big, overgrown boy ... really a man ... bullying a young, thin boy.


I cocked my head to my right shoulder.  This would bear watching.  I had no tolerance for bullies.  None at all.


Listening closely, eyes half closed ... I caught the gist of their conversation.  The big guy was threatening the young boy.  He would cut his head off, throw his body into the deep ditch close by.


The young boy was terrified.  His voice shook as he tried to make the big guy understand ... he had no money on him.  See?  He pulled his empty pockets out toward the bully.


I held my head up to watch with interest to what happened next.  The bully stood there.  Oh, he was angry.  He grabbed the little guy up, slung him against the nearby brick wall.  You little son of a b__!


The little guy began to moan.  He tried to lift himself from the ground.  He couldn't.  All his wind had been knocked out of him.  I began to move closer ... no one knew I was there.  It wouldn't have mattered anyway.


The big guy lifted his big boot up to stomp the poor guy into the ground.  The little guy sobbed, he knew he wasn't any match against the bully.  He was going to die this very moment, never see his mama again.  He closed his eyes.


The boot began to come down hard ... before it made contact ... the bully fell to the ground.  He began wiping blood from the back of his head.  He looked around with dazed eyes to see what had hit him.  He'd kill the son of a b___ who did this!


I grinned.  I loved this part.  Normally I would have never given him a second chance.  Besides, the bastard needed to feel the pain, fear he'd been causing to others for some time.  I wanted him to hurt, bleed.  Oh the things I'd been hearing.  The only thing ... was he'd never get the chance to change, learn from his lesson.


The bully stood up, he wanted to kick someone's ass.  He couldn't see anyone.  What had hit him in the back of the head?  Blood soaked the back of his tee shirt.  It felt cold in the night air.


He began cursing.  Come out you mother f____!  Chicken s___ son of a b___!  Damn coward!


I looked toward the little guy.  He sat on the ground, he never ran away when he had the chance.  He was like a deer in headlights ... he couldn't move.


I slipped around in the darkness to be closer to him.  I knew the bully would get his attention on him once he couldn't find, see what had struck him from the darkness.   I stayed inside the shadows, kept the steel sword hidden inside my black cloak.  I didn't want light to glint off it.


The bully's attention was drawn to the boy sitting on the ground.  I watched as the bully came toward the boy.  Just try touching this child, I thought.  I smiled ... it never reached my eyes.  My hand tightened on the sword hidden beneath my cloak.


You little son of a b__!  Get the f___ up!  I'm going to crush you into kingdom come!  The boy drew nearer to the brick wall, using his feet to push his butt along the ground.  He wasn't going to stand up.


Ah-hhhhhhhhhhh!  My man!  The boy was situated just right for me to protect him.  I wanted the bully to take a few more steps ... I was tired of this.  I didn't want to play with him anymore.  He didn't deserve to see how anything felt.


The boy was sobbing, his hand in his mouth.  Neither could see me ... I stood not more than 3 feet from them.  I was the darkness ... the killing kind.  No one ever saw, heard me coming.  No one saw me unless I wanted them to.  I saw no need for anyone to see me now.


The bully went in for the kill ... he began hitting the child in the head.  He jerked the little body from the ground when ... he straightened up, back arched.  His hand reached behind him for his back.


His hand was bloodied.  I knew he was in pain.  My sword struck him in the fleshy part of his side.  I didn't let it go deep ... not just yet.  Now, the bully was mad.


Gutteral sounds was coming from his mouth ... this was one mad mother f____!  This time nothing would stop him from killing the child.  I smiled ...


As he grabbed the young boy up once again ... the bully's head fell from his shoulders onto the ground.  His hands gradually let go of the boy.  This time the little boy fled.  He was out of sight in only a moment.


I could see the head laying nearby.  It was a few feet from its body.  The eyes were staring toward me ... I stepped out into the night light ... it didn't matter, his eyes couldn't see me now.

I enjoyed the night light for a moment before entering the darkness.  Darkness was safety ... it was time for me to spread around making shadows darker with my presence.  You won't know I'm there as I watch over you ... protect you.

In the blink of an eye I can strike to save a life.  Look at the darkness around you ... have you been saved from something, you know not what?  It was I.





Note by this Author:

Photo/short, fiction (thriller) story owned/written by Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee.

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