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"I'm so sorry, but I have to do this for both of us. Goodbye," she sobbed. Then she slowly pointed the gun, and pulled the trigger. It went off and the shot echoed through the small bedroom. The woman lay dead on the floor. Her husband rushed over to her and held her in his arms, crying softly. He sat there holding her for an hour, letting his mind go blank. He finally laid her back down on the floor and got up. He saw the gun lying on the floor and picked it up. He looked at his dead wife, then at the gun. He put it to his head and pulled the trigger. Click. He opened his eyes. She had only put one bullet in the gun.

He stumbled into the kitchen and called the police. They arrived quickly and began to ask questions. He was getting confused, there were too many questions, too many.

"STOP!! Stop it." And with that he ran out of the house and jumped into his battered truck. He backed out of the long driveway slamming into a tree. The police rushed out to find him slumped over the steering wheel, unconscious. The paramedics got him into the ambulance and rushed him to the hospital. On the way there, the man regained consciousness. His head hurt and he didn't know where he was because he couldn't see. He tried to get up but he couldn't. He heard someone saying his name. He slowly remembered the events of the past few hours. He had started drinking, then the argument. He didn't mean to hit her, but he was drunk. Then he remembered her running into the bedroom. He staggered after her, only to find her with his gun. He started yelling at her, telling her she was stupid and she didn't have the guts. But then she said her last words and pulled the trigger. BOOM. He was jolted out of his thought by a large bump in the road.

The ambulance slowed down and turned a corner. It regained speed then came to a sudden halt. He could hear the back doors opening and felt his stretcher lifted out. He didn't hurt anymore but he still couldn't see. He wondered why he didn't hear voices. He could feel the cold air and started to shiver. After being pushed into what seemed to be a building, a blindfold was taken off his eyes. He squinted to see where he was, but the lights were too bright. After he could finally see, he looked around the room he was in. It was bare of furniture and had concrete walls and floor. On the ceiling were chains. He saw a metal door. He looked down and the stretcher was gone. He walked around the large room and saw an assortment of whips, chains, and other weapons. He spun around at the sound of the door shutting. He saw a man standing there. The man started walking toward him. He was talking but it was jumbled. Then, the man was gone. He blinked his eyes, but there was no one there. He noticed a strange odor and looked down. There was a liquid starting to cover the floor. In a flash, the whole room was an inferno. He shut his eyes and could feel his body burning and the agonizing pain. He screamed, but the fire only got bigger. He opened his eyes and saw his wife standing in front of him. She asked him why he hit her, why he drove her to death. He stared on in shock, as his body burned. She started to cry, still asking why he hit her. He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the man was there. He screamed again, but the man just raised a gun and BZZZZZZZZZZZ.

He jolted awake at the sound of the alarm clock. He looked around his small bedroom and at his wife lying beside him. She was sleeping yet, and he could see the bruises he had given her. He started to cry. He sat there looking at his wife and crying. After a little while, he got dressed, kissed his sleeping wife and said he was sorry. She looked so peaceful. He quietly left the house and drove to the police station to turn himself in.

FEAR

He seems frightened. No one can find out. It's a secret, hidden deep in him, but only a few know, swore in secrecy. If others were to know, he would have to run, run as far away from his life as he can. He has tried to escape from the secret, but it is with him every second. It is ruining his life, the fear. He needs to tell, share, but not yet. The fear dictates when. The proper time shall come, but will it be too late? Only the fear knows. He wants, needs, yearns, but again, the fear. It will go away, eventually, with age, but for now it is there. The fear is made from the fear of others, and of this he seems frightened.

TAKE ME THERE

Take me there, to the stars. A place, so far away, take me there. I long to be with them, to feel their heat in the cool night air. Take me, take me away from my problems. The stars always do. So vast, beautiful, untouched by humans, still pure. See by millions, seen by one. Peaceful, quiet, free from any care, take me there. The stars, so awesome, a sight never to be forgotten, permanently etched in memory. Never quite the same. Unity, pulling all people together, somehow, take me there, to the stars. Take me to float with them, be one with them. Watch the world from far away. Longing, wishing, take me there.

THE PLACE

The place that I love to go to I have never been to physically, but have travelled there several times in my mind. The place is on a beach of Maine. It is late September, early October. The trees on the cliff behind me glow with brilliant reds, oranges, and yellows. Their colors provide warmth from the cool, salty ocean breeze.

As I walk along the beach, barefoot, I can the feel the cool sand on my feet. Every now and then the ocean rushes up and washes them off. A group of sea gulls fly around the lighthouse on the cliff. It stands there, a beacon in the night. As I look out over the ocean, the sun is setting over the infinitive ocean waves.

The colors are stunning. Blues, purples, reds, oranges, pinks, yellows; they all blend in a scene no painter could capture. Another breeze make me shrink into my wool sweater. I walk on, looking at the magnificent brown cliff, standing majestically. Many old house stand on top of the cliff, offering people an unforgettable view.

As I get further down the beach, the sun is gone, but a few brilliant colors trickle across the sky. Soon the stars come out, bright and beautiful. I see one twinkle and feel another breeze. I close my eyes and open them again, back in Wisconsin.

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false face

true inside

easy smile

trying to hide

go on forever

day by day

cannot talk

try to say

what's real

what's fake

always give

never take

eternal pain

feeling hurt

outside happy

cute flirt

come out

be me

come out

be free

GONE

Where?

Where did you go?

I looked.

I looked for you,

but you were gone,

gone away.

I didn't know where,

I didn't know why.

Am I gone?

Gone far away?

Perhaps,

yes, perhaps it is me

who is gone, far away.

I'm sorry,

I'm sorry I don't know

who is gone.

Is it both of us?

But you are beside me,

now.

Where,

where did you come from?

I looked,

I searched,

you were gone.

And when you looked,

and when you searched,

I was gone.

Why?

How could we be gone,

and not ever leave?

-Aric Cavan

HOURS, SECONDS, MINUTES...

Watching the blue sky,

the days fly by.

They go so fast,

today is the past.

Every hour goes,

sure as a river flows.

Life is but a breath,

exhaled into death.

Quicker than a flash,

time is a dash.

A race,

claim your place.

Count your time,

the clocks still chime.

Time still goes on,

bringing on a new dawn.

But time will never cease,

even while you rest in peace.

Time will never stop, it's true,

not ever for me, not even for you.

-Aric Cavan

Ode to the KKK

Yes, he's black, who cares?

Why does he receive the stares?

One skin over another?

We are all brothers,

why should color matter?

You think they live in tatters,

we in riches, with money.

Well, that's funny.

If you believe that,

a dog could be a cat.

We are all the same,

it isn't a game.

KKK doesn't rule,

they just play the fool.

Man, it's just wrong to judge by skin,

all in all they are you kin.

Race, what's that about?

Humans, only, no doubt.

Prejudice, just ain't right,

I guess your not to bright,

if you practice those ways,

from the oldin' days.

So just give it up now,

you won't win, no way, no how.

-Todd Brehm

USUALLY

The sky is blue,

usually,

So am I,

usually,

Sometimes sunny,

usually,

So am I,

usually.

-Todd Brehm

meaning of life

the meaning is foggy

like a gray dawn

we search for the answer

but always fall short

we will never know

we will never figure out

the enigma that taunts us

the meaning of life

-todd brehm

Somehow

I see you every day,

but I go out of my way,

to not see that face

my memory will not erase.

You are everywhere,

and I am there.

You don't want me,

I guess that's destiny,

but just one touch, one look, one second,

that's all I need.

Let me into your heart, let me see,

all your fears, pains, and agony.

I want to share our lives, now

but I have to get inside, somehow.

-Todd Brehm

Last Ride

the wheel in my hands,

the sweat pours from my glands.

i push on the gas, changing gears,

screw the world, 'f' my fears.

the wall looms closer, a blurry sight,

a sudden crash and all is night.

i float above my totalled car,

now a free spirit who can float afar.

some will shed tears, some will not care,

i've been taken away from there.

now just a mist barely seen,

no longer a body, now a lost soul

-todd brehm

FREEDOM

The animals so free,

I wish I could be,

away from here,

wipe away my tear,

to leave this world,

to stop the pain,

leaving on a

nonreturning train.

My home is now in a past,

my family forgotten,

my future coming fast,

the finality, the reality,

is all too much,

one more mere fatality.

-Todd Brehm

HUMAN CLASH

to see the world in pain,

the people fall like rain,

a sad waste of life

taking a husband from a wife.

to take a human's breath

and thrust them into death

is the ultimate horrid act

upon which there is no turning back

the fires burn on, the trees turn to ash

everyone burns from the human clash

todd brehm

the dream

Is it a dream,

the hurt,

I want to scream.

When will I find the one,

who will love me,

to hold me when life is done.

Why must I be lonely,

why can't I have,

why must I be the only.

It is life's cruel joke,

a joke itself,

it's a gamble to go for broke.

The beauty of it all,

day after day,

can be a hellish down fall.

Trying to take my sanity,

my freedom too,

while others are too concerned with their vanity.

The rain is my tears,

the thunder echos,

my deep hidden fears.

death ever so close

can't stop the dream

-Todd Brehm

go

if you had to go

let them all know

how much you care

and let them share

your agony and pain

even though it may rain

when you go on

remember the ones you left

don't forget they loved you

don't forget they cared

and if you don't come back

they won't forget your love

your pain

your life

you needed each other

though one is gone in body

each remains in spirit

don't forget them if you go

-Todd Brehm

An Emotion

An emotion so strong

it can last too long.

A yearning, a craving, a desire,

it lifts you up and takes you higher.

You are flying as high as you can go,

not expecting to hear the word 'no'.

But the time will always come,

and it feels like you've been shot with a gun.

You crash to the ground,

letting love emit a fatal sound.

Then it's gone, forever slain,

leaving you with an eternal pain.

The emotion so strong,

was indeed, too long.

-Todd Brehm

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hurt pain rage

trapped in a cage

confused torn

suffering scorn

wrongly blamed

wrongly shamed

why is it true

out of the blue

used thrown away

blind every day

fallen fast

wouldn't last

moving on

feelings gone

The Fire

The house, gone, forever,

from a reckless fire.

The people, distraught, homeless,

one faulty wire.

Their child, in pain, dying,

too much smoke, she's crying.

She lays in the hospital,

clutching the comforter her grandma made her,

one of the few things not burned.

They force her to eat dry tuna,

she needs food.

She clings to life,

taking it all in.

She knows she'll be in Heaven soon,

she hears them say it.

She looks at her mom and dad,

and gives their hands a squeeze.

Then she's gone, with one little wheeze.

The obituary says she was young,

an innocent soul now in Heaven.

One year later her parents come by,

and brush away the snow piled so high.

They put flowers on her grave,

she was young, innocent, and brave.

-Aric Cavan

Wedding Day

Date Unknown

There she is,

the girl of my dreams.

I can't help buy see,

can't help but hear her screams.

Her beautiful gown white,

now turns a crimson red.

I cry helpless tears,

one last breath and she's dead.

I run to her,

to say good bye.

But I say nothing,

I just kneel and cry.

The day so happy,

the day so right.

But now it's over,

now it's night.

I think of the man,

I think of the gun.

He took my true love,

for me the only one.

My body starts to tremble,

as I see his ugly face.

Her life, her death,

her memory cannot erase.

Why today,

why now.

In a rage,

in her wedding gown.

Our wedding so sweet,

our wedding now shattered.

It wasn't the wedding,

but her life that mattered.

I grab his gun,

and with all my life.

I pull the trigger,

and join my wife.

-Aric Cavan (pen name chosen for school if I remember correctly)

A Love Poem

Date Unknown

It was the most beautiful day,

beyond what any words could say.

The sun was out and bright,

her body feeling light.

She ran out to him,

wiping ice cream off of his chin.

They hugged and kissed,

and quickly reminisced.

When she led him inside,

she saw he was trying to hide.

A box, it looked like,

small and white.

He told her to close her eyes,

and he'd give her a big surprize.

He told her to open them again,

and she saw a diamond ring.

She started to cry,

as he asked her with a nervous sigh.

"Would you be my wife,

and fulfill my life?"

She answered yes, so fast,

she was so aghast.

Then he said, "Ha, ha,

what a joke, ha, ha.

I'm really an elephant from Africa."

Ramblings and Writings from the past.

So I found some poems and writings from middle school/high school. I thought it would be fun to post them for you all to read...and comment on if ya want! I can't believe these were written over 15 years ago! I'm going to copy them verbatim, and not correct any errors. Here we go!!!

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12/16/94

today, I am obsessed. With people. So much time. too much. Why do I have two pencils? I love my Christmas present to myself. the movie we just watched, With Honors, is sad. Is there a possibility I'm being set up? I'd love that-Maybe I'll write my obituary.

Todd L. Brehm-

Dead at age 21 of fatal car accident. Good thing too because he had no direction in life.