I am space and matter.
Breath is the sign of life, and I am breathing into this world
sad quiet hopes.
There is a flower wilting in me,
it is sinking back into the earth, through the soles of my bare feet,
in wet grass.
Now my disappointment is part of the land,
all my fears are buried in deep dark water,
still and silent and steady.
There is lightning and fire that is full of my misplaced passions.
There is rain that will cry my tears for me.
There is earth I will return to,
when my breath leaves me.
I hurt myself tonight.
I dug my thumb nail
into the soft flesh of my wrist,
and left red slivered moons behind.
I sat across from the boy
to whom I would have given my heart
if he had wanted it.
and we smiled and laughed
and had a good time.
then I came home
by myself
and wrote this.
The hands that once wiped away tear
from my face
and dirt
from my knees
and crumbs from my shirt
were wrapped in swaths of cotton
so she couldn't hurt herself.
The mouth that once kissed
my face
and said words
that warmed my insides
was filled with tubes,
to pull the blood from her lungs.
and this strong woman
who survived poverty,
a depression,
wars---
was leaving this world.
And I'm glad it rained that night
because it let out all the water
I couldn't make myself create.
The sounds leaving your mouth
build up into spiraling worlds.
The words falling past your teeth
spread,
like butter,
and smooth out
into lives lived together in their entirety.
The flecks in your eyes
are like cool rounded stones from a river,
still,
like stars,
but moving constantly
in ways I cannot tell.
The breath leaving your nose
is the fog my head is filled with,
fanning out into confusion,
lost,
like a coin in a deep well.
A desperation is there,
to claw back to the surface,
to pull out of the fog,
to step back from the stream,
to stop.
To the girl who has a hard heart by blossomstar14, literature
Literature
To the girl who has a hard heart
Be proud that no one can pierce your shell.
After all, it has taken years to build.
What once was so easily cracked
Is now hardened stone
And it is well defended.
Your sharp tongue is a sword,
A knight to your cause.
This loyal vassal strikes and stings,
And rescues no princesses.
Your cold shoulder is the mountain
Your fortress is built on.
And winter doesn’t end here,
But is your favorite season.
That is not to say you will never
Open your gate, and melt into spring.
But you will not be easily fooled,
No Trojan horse will take what you keep.
Your dungeon heart, your treasure store
Will only go to the most deserving.
My Grandma Died Today by blossomstar14, literature
Literature
My Grandma Died Today
The sky is crying and weeping,
letting loose a sadness in me.
It is crashing and banging,
whispering and singing,
wailing out sounds beyond words,
and grief beyond speaking.
It smells damp and cool,
like pine trees and clean water,
earth and plants and all living things.
The air smells like the ground
you will be buried under,
and the rain sounds like me missing you.
I am not me, but no one else is me either.
There are a million faces inside me,
Waiting to come to the surface at a moment's notice.
Waiting for the call of some swirling emotion.
There is a hurricane inside me,
Howling and Terrible and Dangerous,
And there is a great emptiness at its center.
It goes down deep, into the darkness.
I am not me, but that is not me either.
My smiles can be sharp like knives,
But they are mostly like porcelain,
and when they crack
It is only myself that the pieces hurt.
There are sometimes smashed plates on the floor,
Sometimes heavy footsteps, dreaded.
But mostly there is silence.
And distance is the wor
There is a tearing breaking burning in me.
Rising up my throat, flames that dry up my words,
so that they can't even come out my mouth or from my fingers.
There is water falling from my face,
tearing up and over,
tearing inside my chest, pain like a broken bone,
a savage hurt. Wild and lost.
And i see what must repulse you in me,
what makes me call for blood in the darkness,
what seeks solitude and solace
but can find neither.
Every time I try to show someone my heart,
it is promptly dropped, scalding, too much.
There has no yet been a person who even desires to hold on.
They think nothing if what they let go, of what they do.
But it lays crushed on the floor all the same.
So far in life, all I have received for love has been pushes.
Pushed away or towards someone else.
No hands long to hold mine,
No lips have wished to kiss me.
So what is so monstrous about me that no one will share their heart with me.
O! As a creation he is a wonder, man
Made from flesh and made from You, to my full delight.
Every line, his legs, his arms, his back; Your plan.
His eyes are as bright as the sun, their warm hue.
—-
His goodness is as Your goodness, his love as Yours.
Each moment near him is a thrill, a rapture.
All the prayers in my heart could not cover my thanks.
Amazement for him is second only to You.
—-
A glance at his face throws me beyond the planet.
The infinite wonders of space do not compare
To an hour, a breath, in his presence alone.
—-
In the light of the stars and moon, he is aglow,
His smile is faster than a blink, to
I am space and matter.
Breath is the sign of life, and I am breathing into this world
sad quiet hopes.
There is a flower wilting in me,
it is sinking back into the earth, through the soles of my bare feet,
in wet grass.
Now my disappointment is part of the land,
all my fears are buried in deep dark water,
still and silent and steady.
There is lightning and fire that is full of my misplaced passions.
There is rain that will cry my tears for me.
There is earth I will return to,
when my breath leaves me.
I hurt myself tonight.
I dug my thumb nail
into the soft flesh of my wrist,
and left red slivered moons behind.
I sat across from the boy
to whom I would have given my heart
if he had wanted it.
and we smiled and laughed
and had a good time.
then I came home
by myself
and wrote this.
The hands that once wiped away tear
from my face
and dirt
from my knees
and crumbs from my shirt
were wrapped in swaths of cotton
so she couldn't hurt herself.
The mouth that once kissed
my face
and said words
that warmed my insides
was filled with tubes,
to pull the blood from her lungs.
and this strong woman
who survived poverty,
a depression,
wars---
was leaving this world.
And I'm glad it rained that night
because it let out all the water
I couldn't make myself create.
The sounds leaving your mouth
build up into spiraling worlds.
The words falling past your teeth
spread,
like butter,
and smooth out
into lives lived together in their entirety.
The flecks in your eyes
are like cool rounded stones from a river,
still,
like stars,
but moving constantly
in ways I cannot tell.
The breath leaving your nose
is the fog my head is filled with,
fanning out into confusion,
lost,
like a coin in a deep well.
A desperation is there,
to claw back to the surface,
to pull out of the fog,
to step back from the stream,
to stop.
To the girl who has a hard heart by blossomstar14, literature
Literature
To the girl who has a hard heart
Be proud that no one can pierce your shell.
After all, it has taken years to build.
What once was so easily cracked
Is now hardened stone
And it is well defended.
Your sharp tongue is a sword,
A knight to your cause.
This loyal vassal strikes and stings,
And rescues no princesses.
Your cold shoulder is the mountain
Your fortress is built on.
And winter doesn’t end here,
But is your favorite season.
That is not to say you will never
Open your gate, and melt into spring.
But you will not be easily fooled,
No Trojan horse will take what you keep.
Your dungeon heart, your treasure store
Will only go to the most deserving.
My Grandma Died Today by blossomstar14, literature
Literature
My Grandma Died Today
The sky is crying and weeping,
letting loose a sadness in me.
It is crashing and banging,
whispering and singing,
wailing out sounds beyond words,
and grief beyond speaking.
It smells damp and cool,
like pine trees and clean water,
earth and plants and all living things.
The air smells like the ground
you will be buried under,
and the rain sounds like me missing you.
I am not me, but no one else is me either.
There are a million faces inside me,
Waiting to come to the surface at a moment's notice.
Waiting for the call of some swirling emotion.
There is a hurricane inside me,
Howling and Terrible and Dangerous,
And there is a great emptiness at its center.
It goes down deep, into the darkness.
I am not me, but that is not me either.
My smiles can be sharp like knives,
But they are mostly like porcelain,
and when they crack
It is only myself that the pieces hurt.
There are sometimes smashed plates on the floor,
Sometimes heavy footsteps, dreaded.
But mostly there is silence.
And distance is the wor
There is a tearing breaking burning in me.
Rising up my throat, flames that dry up my words,
so that they can't even come out my mouth or from my fingers.
There is water falling from my face,
tearing up and over,
tearing inside my chest, pain like a broken bone,
a savage hurt. Wild and lost.
And i see what must repulse you in me,
what makes me call for blood in the darkness,
what seeks solitude and solace
but can find neither.
Every time I try to show someone my heart,
it is promptly dropped, scalding, too much.
There has no yet been a person who even desires to hold on.
They think nothing if what they let go, of what they do.
But it lays crushed on the floor all the same.
So far in life, all I have received for love has been pushes.
Pushed away or towards someone else.
No hands long to hold mine,
No lips have wished to kiss me.
So what is so monstrous about me that no one will share their heart with me.
O! As a creation he is a wonder, man
Made from flesh and made from You, to my full delight.
Every line, his legs, his arms, his back; Your plan.
His eyes are as bright as the sun, their warm hue.
—-
His goodness is as Your goodness, his love as Yours.
Each moment near him is a thrill, a rapture.
All the prayers in my heart could not cover my thanks.
Amazement for him is second only to You.
—-
A glance at his face throws me beyond the planet.
The infinite wonders of space do not compare
To an hour, a breath, in his presence alone.
—-
In the light of the stars and moon, he is aglow,
His smile is faster than a blink, to
Like hey! I'm more than half-way through my first semester of College!
I like it a ton!
Exclamation POINTSSSSSSS AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Nope, I still haven't changed since middle school. But I did just have coffee so maybe that has something to do with it?
Dunno.
Anyway, Hi.
Not sure who creeps on me, but hi.
Don't read any of my stuff older than a couple of months ago.
Actually don't read any of my stuff at all.
Seriously.
Fan-fic? Just run away now while you still can. Hearing my angst vicariously through a pink-haired ninja doesn't sound like too much of a fun time, now does it?
So run away.
My photos aren't half bad, so feel fr
Holidays are almost over, and woah. Things are not going well.
I mean, i had a pretty good Christmas, family tensions aside. I goit an Xbox 360, lotsa sharpies and $125 in giftcard money for Borders.
So yeah. life was pretty good. Eurgh. I still don't have plans for New Years, and my cell phone is no longer with me.
I'm acting like a friend died. I had that cell phone for three years. No broken screen, no toilet mishaps. I didn't even lose it. I don't understand how itdidn't survive A TRIP THROUGH THE WASHER A SECOND TIME.
If it survived the first time, why not the second?
Well, okay.....maybe water got inside the screen this time...
Will not be making a third Part of Chapter one for Angie. I've decided to cut out Max and Mitch (despite their cute little gayness, they're twelve, they'll never last..)
so I'll be starting chapter two with Matty, and then Marty. You'll get to meet Leena and get in Marty's head.