Have You Ever?

Have you ever lay awake all night?
Just wishing for the morning,
Just wishing for the light?
Waiting for the stars to fall,
Out of the deep blue sky,
Mulling over the day's events,
Places you wandered that you shouldn't have went.
Thinking of the silence that blankets the world.
Thinking of all the words you want to hurl
Into the night.
Picking an unneeded fight.
Have you ever lay awake all night?

Have you ever followed a rainbow to its end?
Searching for the magic pot of gold
That the leprechaun never seems to send.
And the end of the rainbow get farther away.
It never seems to get closer.
It's like it's running the other way.
And you keep saying, "It's gotten closer, right?"
Until you've run off far into the night.
And in the dying light,
You see the rainbow fade from sight.
And the dark becomes your friend,
As you search for a reason for your dwindling faith to mend.
Have you ever followed a rainbow to its end?

Have you ever been afraid of the night?
Because that is where the monster waits,
Lurking out of sight.
And the beast circles closer and closer under your bed.
But the monster you're afraid of isn't under your bed,
You're afraid of the beast inside your head.
Your imagination running wild with fear.
Scared of your own reflection in the mirror.
The darkness holding the unknown.
And you have to face it all alone.
And you realize you have to give into the fright.
And your last wish before sleep is for the light.
Have you ever been afraid of the night?

Have you ever found the perfect friend?
The one that understands you,
And will be there until the end.
And how you feel like it was meant to be,
That you were drawn together by destiny.
And the conversations are long and weird.
And losing each other is something you both fear.
And then you start drifting apart.
And you start wondering if you should carry them in your heart.
Because you miss the texts you used to send.
What happened to "best friends forever" until the end?
Have you ever found the perfect friend?

Author's Note from "Death's Diary: 1942"

This poem was written using only quotes from "The Book Thief" by Markus Zusak. I only took the words and created a poem out of it as an English assignment while my class was reading "The Book Thief" in school. The numbers in paranthases are the page number of which the quote can be found in the book.

~I'm a Unicorn

Death's Diary: 1942 (307)

What does he need distraction from?

It's the leftover humans.

The survivors. 

They have punctured hearts.

They have beaten lungs.

I witness the ones who are left behind. (5)

First the colors.

Then the humans.

That's usually how I see things.

Or at least,

How I try.

Here's a small fact:

You are going to die. (3)

I urge you,

Don't be afraid. 

I'm nothing if not fair. (3)

World War Two. (73)

What will the sky be saying

When I come for you?

I will carry you gently away. (4)

First the colors.

Then the humans.

That's usually how I see things.

Or at least,

How I try.

Here's a small fact: 

You are going to die. (3)

I've seen so many young men over the years,

Who think they're running at other young men.

They are not. 

They're running at me. (174-175)

They keep triggering inside me. 

They harass my memory. (309)

First the colors. 

Then the humans. 

That's usually how I see things.

Or at least, 

How I try.

Here's a small fact: 

You're going to die. (3)

I saw the book thief three times. (5)

From a Himmel Street window, he wrote,

The stars set fire to my eyes. (378)

One was a book thief.

The other stole the sky. (381)

First the colors. 

Then the humans.

That's usually how I see things.

Or at least,

How I try.

Here's a small fact:

You are going to die. (3)

Inner voices called out to me, 

Why him and not me? (389)

Although it's not true for every person on earth,

It's true for the vast majority,

Death waits for no man. (350)

First the colors. 

Then the humans.

That's usually how I see things.

Or at least, 

How I try.

Here's a small fact: 

You are going to die. (3)

I watched the sky as it turned from silver to gray, 

To the color of rain.

Even the clouds were trying to get away. (350)

First the colors.

Then the humans. 

That's usually how I see things. 

Or at least,

How I try.

Here's a small fact: 

You are going to die. (3)

I try to remember the strewn pieces of beauty,

I saw in that time.

I plow through my library of stories.(309)

It was nice to be fought off in that dark little room,

With so much work ahead of me. (318)

First the colors.

Then the humans. 

That's usually how I see things.

Or at least, 

How I try.

Here's a small fact: 

You are going to die. (3)

The bombs were coming-

And so was I. (335)

I am not malicious,

I am a result. (6)

Sometimes I arrive too early.

And some people cling longer to life than expected. (9)

First the colors.

Then the humans.

That's usually how I see things.

Or at least,

How I try.

Here's a small fact: 

You are going to die. (3)

Humans,

If nothing else,

Have the good sense to die. (491)

But it kills me sometimes.

How people die. (464)