Introduction
As we all know, the newspaper industry today is slowly, but surely fading. Today’s trends do not necessarily mean the end of newspapers completely, but do signify a change in the way we receive media. With more and more people turning to the internet for information, the students in Ms Roops Creative Writing classes have created a blog. We hope this blog will appeal to readers of all ages.
The Thunder god Thor, my master I, his enchanted hammer We sail to the edge of the world To face the Midgard serpent
The ocean waves crashing around us Jormungund must be near But my master is not afraid He knows the serpent thrashes in fear
We ride to face the snake With Thor holding me high As Fenrir’s twin charges, his jaws open wide, Thor sends me crashing into his skull
The snake roars in unbearable agony As lightning lights up the skies Yet Jormungund does not retreat His hatred compels him to fight on
My master does not show fear There is a reason why he is the mightiest of gods He send me, his hammer, flying at the snake, With me striking the serpent like a thunderbolt
The serpent howls in pain Unable to stop his bleeding Jormungund makes his escape To heal in the ocean depths
Enraged, my master and I leave To return to Asgard, home of the gods There, we plan Jormungund’s demise When we next meet him at Ragnarok
For those unfamiliar with Nordic Myths:
Thor-God of thunder Mjollnir-Thor's magic hammer, narrator of poem Midgard-The Nordic name for Earth Jormungund-The giant serpent that lies at the bottom of the ocean surrounding Midgard, the twin of the wolf Fenrir Asgard-Home of the Gods Ragnarok-Also known as the Apocalypse, the end of the world, and the beginning of a new one
Imagine a black car Always alone from a far Black is the color that makes me so blue Sometimes I wonder why I feel like the flu All the fear I have makes me so dull Just wanting to live a little until I’m full Every time I’m out of gas so empty I just want to be used and feel like plenty The weight of the car Is the pain in my heart And who is the tented window who can’t see Well that tented window, and black, heavy car is me
I sit in my room cunfused and disturbed What happened to me, my life will never be the same I never thought it could happen to me the way it did I got lost in the woods, I was so scared You can't see anything, just darkness And you hear strange noises coming from everywhere There's nothing you can do but try and find your way out Wondering for hours and hours but getting no progression Going in circles, round and round again and again When you're finally free you feel great You pray to God it never happens again
Cause & Effect of Road Rage Speeding and weaving from on lane to another lane Trying as hard as can be to get somewhere Trying not to hit a car is a tear Cars going slow drive me really insane It makes me mad, makes me want to tear brains These cars are driving me mad but I don’t care This will all be over once I get there Cars aren’t a big deal I have a cane I hate walking it makes me really mad They took my license I am furious In a really strange way I am alright When I walk around I seem very glad But on the inside I am furious Not having made me really want to fight Posted by Marcus Demery
The Class Of 2009 To the class of 2009 we can all say that the past four years of high School has been something else to us all. From the first day of school and walking in as Freshmen. That first year was the opening eyes eras. Being called fresh meat . Bowing down to the seniors. Learning new faces and making friends. Being taught the difference between 8th grade and 9th grade. Adjusting to the life of high school was overwhelming but getting lost was worst. Sophmor Year. That secound year was a little better than the first. Drama to our knecks about boys/girls and freindships. Seeing old friends and teachers. Knowing our way around the school. Having better locker locations. More maturity levels from us. Junior Year. That third year was our close to end era. We took our SAT and ACT test. Wondering where were going to go for college. Guidance councilor calling you in for class schedules. Making better grades,studying more,and having more responsibilities. Learning the difference between childhood and adulthood. Now l come to our SENIOR YEAR. Which is our last and final era into high school. Having freshmen bow down to us. Underclassmen looking up to us for advice. Juggling School,Jobs,Family,Friends,Senior projects,Boy friends/Girl friends. Looking forward to college and your major. Missing all your best friends and favorite teachers as well looking forward to the future. And what our life expects of us as we go on our way to adulthood. Our four years of high school became the the years of knowledge . Growing into fine woman and men with futures that are bright. l would like to thank the teachers and administration but most importantly our families for sticking it through even when we were being butts and complaining the whole way through. Thank you for all the LOVE and SUPPORT. And l would like to present to you and welcome the class of 2009
I lie there in the grass daydreaming As the birds sing and the bees buzz Before it all happened Now I'm just thinking about how life was It's like I knew something bad was going to happen Now my brother is dead, all because of the bloodz
As the breeze of the wind brushes against my face I took a wift of the air And got the taste Of flowers mixed with garbage I look to my rigt in haste And saw some art So I went to Wal-mart And I could still smell garbage
Your skin is like a blanket Covering the earth with your softness It's only a matter of time before the sun will remove you from the ground The kids have fun pouncing on you and tossing you around You cause cancellations in school You leave us to wake up to you Even though you go away I'm sure you'll always come back some day.
Slow tide strolls in, no concern for the passersby Footsteps fade, feet sink in glass colored sand Dim moonlight brings everything to a stand still The water navy blue, sand glass white, shadows thunder black “Don’t you wish we could live in black and white?” “Wouldn’t you miss the sea?” “She’d always be there fading in and out.” “What color would she be?” “Black isn’t really a color.” Dismal minds lull with lullaby Complex minds ponder, collapse on themselves. “Don’t you wish we could fall asleep?” “I’d rather not be like all the others.” “But we could dispose of all weariness.” “I’d rather not hide behind the covers.” “We could be safe, okay.” “We’d wake up to the unexpected, it wouldn’t be real.” The skin of innocence glistens in moonlight Shadows ripple over breakable ribs Pure, evil, pure, evil, pure, evil Lips mouth the words Why can’t we just be okay? Then tremble silently Hands stiffen ache, in the chill of glass colors Sit in the glittering sand The waves send strength… Then just fade away She waits for the return each time Fixes her gaze on the illusion of transparent hope Wonders how someone can justify murder Loves how shadows caress her body Counts grains of sand, diamonds Measures the echo of every heartbeat Floats from one thought to another The recurring one being “Please don’t fade away forever.” Strains for the next echo Holds her stomach, afraid of spilling herself to the sea Closes her mouth afraid of taking her breath Hands stroke her hair, jumpstart to another heartbeat Gasp then quick to inhale, too late “Are you apart of me?” “Yes.” She sobs, trying to push out the oxygen. Trying to hold in on herself she’s left in echoes, in patterns, in memories
Both of us prepare for the special day Both of us wear armor and protection to keep us safe Both of us hope the next day we can sit and pray Both of us read the Bible to improve our faith Both of us are nervous but we dont want to say Both of us try to remember our technique Both of us will be mad if it decides to rain Both of us hope to earn the victory we seek Both of us are aiching with pains and sores Both of us think friends and family are real important Both of us rest from falling and falling some more Both of us ask how and why we were involved in it Football is the name of my game While to my cousin war is the name of what is not a game
( comparing a heart /sailor) Desperate heart pled disguise when I cannot hide makes me adore more What I feel inside in despite my door Tears behind my eyes knowing in surprise My desperate hearts capsized shipwrecked by fear Into a bright sunrise It's there I escape the heart in prize Like a snake in the sight, silent Of ships in the night sailing on a lost land-scape Far away
One New Work You don't Know You see my face you watch my gaze you see my minds in another place you wonder whats taken me so far away But you don't know what i've been through you don't know what i have to go home too you don't know what keeps my angel face so blue You don't know do you?
Just another dayit fades away you ask me why i never stay i turn to you and you listen as i say
You don't know me you don't know what i could become to be you don't know the hidden meaning
you just don't know evertime goes by I start to wonder why I'm so sick of seeing you cry it makes hurt so bad i just wanna die
i don't know i just don't know i wish you'd let me in so i could see i wish you'd just confide in me i'll be right here waiting near All you have to do is let me hear
One day i'll know One day it'll show One day it won't matter anymore
Revised Work Time to Meet The wind chills highit cuts through my skin Blue-Gray skies show throughthe bare shaken trees Snows hidden on the groundcrisp leaves lay dead and forgotten Awinter rush against my backChills embrace down my neck Is being here always so cold? Always so alone? An unspoken pressure of lonliness It's all left unsaidTears frozen in time, regrets linger An unknowing silence Is it always this cold here? Leaving questions without answers Riddles without questions Brisk winds dance on wispers I must know I stand to hear Waiting,listening Untill she blooms'and reaches nearI 'll quietly ask her is it always so cold here? As cold as ice Her warm breeze touches me But no answer was told I guess I'll never know why it's always so cold. Posted by Ari at 10:11 AM 0 comments Subscribe to: Posts (Atom) Followers
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Sitting here, thinking of you, I'm detached, no longer a part of this earth. I am floating in nothingness, Oblivious to everything. I can't feel anything. Every touch I make, every move I make, Futile. I can't feel a thing. The only thing I can feel anymore Are the feelings I have for you. Why these feelings came to be, I do not know. But what I do know; These feelings, They can't stay dormant any longer. They must express themselves. And they won't change. These feelings are a part of me now; A part of me, like my arms or legs, I have grown accustomed to them, Just as I have grown accustomed to you. If these feelings leave, then it means you have left, And you if you're gone, I no longer have the reason to live. These feelings... You, Keep me bound to existence, Keep me alive. Without you, I would be nothing.
Fire upon the never ending stars Wish upon all the ones that aren't far And happiness will come your way Hopefully it will stay,
Each time you look away at the sky Each time you ask your self why Remember who are and what you want to be So the mirror reflects exactly what you wanna see,
You have to find your way through it all Getting up every time you fall Pretend you really care Pretending life is fair,
You have to open doors that are closed Cover the feelings that are superimposed Making new friends when you really don't Love them when you really wont,
Say something you don't mean Tear open the never ending seam Just do get in that shining light When in reality, you'll lose the fight.
She braids a rope Made out of angel hair And a demon's stare Secure and fastened amongst lipstick and napkins She holds a rope Made from kisses Where God should have covered his face, And Jesus asks And Jesus asks her "Why do you love tempting fate?" She throws a rope From a tenth story window Waiting for her princess To deliver her from sorrow And her father And her father asks "Why can't you see reason, what's safe?" From the window, she can't part her gaze "There's no love in reason, nor heart in what's safe. Everything I am is twisted into this braid." Her father turns away With a tear, With a tear in his heart. And she waits, And she waits, And she waits. And the world asks "Why won't you move on?" And she reaches out the window "Because my princess is coming, she's coming for me, in ten years or twenty, it's her love I'll keep." And she grabs the horizon, pulls it in. She'll waste her life, determined not to forget her.
Despite these irriversable feelings for you, You will never feel these same feelings towards me. I'm just another friend, who, one day, will be completely forgoten, no longer in your thoughts. I'm not one of the important staples holding your life together at the corner. Someone else is already the permenant glue, with no solvent able to tear you apart. What is this Hell you put me through? Day in, Day out, I live my life for you, But it's the same every day. The fiery pit, suffocating me, fading into oblivion... Your voice, sweet as honey. Yet the words spoken, sharp as the stinger on the producing bee... The stinger can never be removed from my heart; it just gets deeper and deeper, day by day. Maybe one day it will eventually go out the other side, to leave forever. I will long for this day for all eternity. I will wait until the stinger is ejected from the back of my heart For As Long As I Live.
Perfection, precision, perfection, Angels can speak. That’s what he kept telling me, just without words, And I believed him but he didn't know.
Perfection, Precision, Perfection "I should do this the right way, And end just everything now," I would say. He would just shake his head,
"Chance Chance Chance, That's all you've been given girl. That's all. That's all." And our conversation would end there. That’s all he had to say. Angels can speak. And he did.
Now it’s been endless time since I’ve seen him. And I haven’t spoken to him in quite awhile. Maybe I will, if I ever come across him again, And perhaps I will learn by then, When I don’t.
Seeping through my fingers, blood red, Powerful resentment cannot be easily contained. You say I’m not capable of such feelings, But I think you don’t know me as well as you’d like to believe. I openly repudiate you, and suddenly I feel strong enough for vengeance. You don’t like one bit of this. Explicit and precise, rage colours all things red in your eyes, But my ire turns all a deep, hemorrhaging shade of vermillion. I am proud, And I am out for blood.
I quip, hitting hard and fast; “My apostasy may fuel your fire, But your frequent absurdities burden you. You are determined, but weak. And though your vain efforts may get you so far, Your vanity will ultimately be your demise.” Unmoving, you stare blankly; I know it’s all for attention. I continue, drinking in your awe with great mirth. “Was your life not good enough for you? Undermine my credibility, go ahead. Only smooth sharp lies take shape in you; I can see it. I hope you choke on your words.”
You shoot me an incredulous, silencing look and my anger dissolves for a brief moment.
Pulsing, twitching, Adrenaline stifling all sense,
I begin to fear who I’ve become.
But fear certainly can’t extinguish this, Nor can it adequately restrain me . There is no stopping this spontaneous combustion. No, I’ve tasted blood now. Let the frenzy begin.
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Mjollnir, Hammer of the Gods
ReplyDeleteby: Brandon Wells
The Thunder god Thor, my master
I, his enchanted hammer
We sail to the edge of the world
To face the Midgard serpent
The ocean waves crashing around us
Jormungund must be near
But my master is not afraid
He knows the serpent thrashes in fear
We ride to face the snake
With Thor holding me high
As Fenrir’s twin charges, his jaws open wide,
Thor sends me crashing into his skull
The snake roars in unbearable agony
As lightning lights up the skies
Yet Jormungund does not retreat
His hatred compels him to fight on
My master does not show fear
There is a reason why he is the mightiest of gods
He send me, his hammer, flying at the snake,
With me striking the serpent like a thunderbolt
The serpent howls in pain
Unable to stop his bleeding
Jormungund makes his escape
To heal in the ocean depths
Enraged, my master and I leave
To return to Asgard, home of the gods
There, we plan Jormungund’s demise
When we next meet him at Ragnarok
For those unfamiliar with Nordic Myths:
Thor-God of thunder
Mjollnir-Thor's magic hammer, narrator of poem
Midgard-The Nordic name for Earth
Jormungund-The giant serpent that lies at the bottom of the ocean surrounding Midgard, the twin of the wolf Fenrir
Asgard-Home of the Gods
Ragnarok-Also known as the Apocalypse, the end of the world, and the beginning of a new one
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ReplyDeleteHow can you fix something born broken?
ReplyDeleteby: Hannah Eason
Skyline,
soles welded to window shaped pavement
you are decadence, like devotion, that's irrelevant
Sunshine,
submerged in thick black velvet,
renounces the claims that you will one day repent
Entwine,
strength fades as blazing color announces sunset
you never come to life, at least you never fake it
Moonshine,
in mine your eyes resemble wet parchment
faster, faster pupils stab like bayonet
Grape Vine,
vitiating worm to molded sand footprint
it's the ocean's foam that's aiding your torment
Resign,
breath catches as trial is infinite
so fragile and thin as you're handed your sentence
Decline,
dissent from your mouth is ripe like a Muscat
descent from acropolis, proclaimed with a whimpered cry..
That screams for benevolence.
This Thing They Call War
ReplyDeleteBy Adrienne Flippin
The gunshots sound, right over my head whisk the bullets
I hold onto my pistol and pray to survive
It’s funny how you find God on the front lines
The enemy’s separated from me by twenty feet
If I dashed across, would they murder me
Or embrace me as a brother
The world spins around this battle we are fighting
Bombs explode, sending us all diving for the ground
It’s the worst kind of existence
I think the killing has made me insane
I’ll go home in a straitjacket or a body bag
I won’t be discharged with my mind intact
That soldier, he’s like me
We would each pull the trigger and kill the other
We both had lives before this thing they call war
Uncle Sam forgets his men
God has turned his back on this sinful act
We are playing in the Devil’s playground now
It’s so loud on the battlefield
I miss the quiet Carolina days I loved
Sunshine on my face and wind in my hair
Across the way, someone throws a grenade
My comrades tell me to duck but I’m tired of ducking
And it’s finally quiet
A Day In the Life of Norman the Rabbit
ReplyDeleteBy Adrienne Flippin
What a horrible day, thought Norman the Rabbit
He had reverted back to his old habit
Of a gluttonous love for carrots
The luscious orange-ness was calling his name
Now Norman lowered his head in shame
Eating in moderation had its merits
He glanced over at his exercise wheel
To Sally the Rabbit, he wished to appeal
But he wasn’t a buff bunny
He walked over to the fat-burning machine
He ran for a moment and was covered with sheen
He collapsed in his cage, feeling quite funny
Norman made himself a nice little bed
Into the shavings, he buried his head
As he settled for a nap instead
Black Car poem
ReplyDeleteBy: Andrea King
Black Car
Imagine a black car
Always alone from a far
Black is the color that makes me so blue
Sometimes I wonder why I feel like the flu
All the fear I have makes me so dull
Just wanting to live a little until I’m full
Every time I’m out of gas so empty
I just want to be used and feel like plenty
The weight of the car
Is the pain in my heart
And who is the tented window who can’t see
Well that tented window, and black, heavy car is me
Lost
ReplyDeleteI sit in my room cunfused and disturbed
What happened to me, my life will never be the same
I never thought it could happen to me the way it did
I got lost in the woods, I was so scared
You can't see anything, just darkness
And you hear strange noises coming from everywhere
There's nothing you can do but try and find your way out
Wondering for hours and hours but getting no progression
Going in circles, round and round again and again
When you're finally free you feel great
You pray to God it never happens again
Cause & Effect of Road Rage
ReplyDeleteSpeeding and weaving from on lane to another lane
Trying as hard as can be to get somewhere
Trying not to hit a car is a tear
Cars going slow drive me really insane
It makes me mad, makes me want to tear brains
These cars are driving me mad but I don’t care
This will all be over once I get there
Cars aren’t a big deal I have a cane
I hate walking it makes me really mad
They took my license I am furious
In a really strange way I am alright
When I walk around I seem very glad
But on the inside I am furious
Not having made me really want to fight
Posted by Marcus Demery
Sammy the Fish
ReplyDeleteSammy the fish swims,
which is good since he's a fish,
and lives in the sea.
Sammy the fish swims,
swims all around the deep blue,
even past the sharks.
Sammy the fish swims,
he swims to the beach and shore,
all around our feet.
Sammy the fish swims,
his muscles never wear out.
He's never tired.
Sammy was swimming,
and he swam into a rock.
He hit his head hard.
Sammy doesn't swim,
he can't anymore because
his head hit too hard.
Sammy doesn't swim,
he walks, which is weird for fish.
Sammy the fish walks.
The Class Of 2009
ReplyDeleteTo the class of 2009 we can all say that the past four years of high School has been something else to us all.
From the first day of school and walking in as Freshmen.
That first year was the opening eyes eras.
Being called fresh meat .
Bowing down to the seniors.
Learning new faces and making friends.
Being taught the difference between 8th grade and 9th grade.
Adjusting to the life of high school was overwhelming but getting lost was worst.
Sophmor Year.
That secound year was a little better than the first.
Drama to our knecks about boys/girls and freindships.
Seeing old friends and teachers.
Knowing our way around the school.
Having better locker locations.
More maturity levels from us.
Junior Year.
That third year was our close to end era.
We took our SAT and ACT test.
Wondering where were going to go for college.
Guidance councilor calling you in for class schedules.
Making better grades,studying more,and having more responsibilities.
Learning the difference between childhood and adulthood.
Now l come to our SENIOR YEAR.
Which is our last and final era into high school.
Having freshmen bow down to us.
Underclassmen looking up to us for advice.
Juggling School,Jobs,Family,Friends,Senior projects,Boy friends/Girl friends.
Looking forward to college and your major.
Missing all your best friends and favorite teachers as well looking forward to the future.
And what our life expects of us as we go on our way to adulthood.
Our four years of high school became the the years of knowledge .
Growing into fine woman and men with futures that are bright.
l would like to thank the teachers and administration but most importantly our families for sticking it through even when we were being butts and complaining the whole way through.
Thank you for all the LOVE and SUPPORT.
And l would like to present to you and welcome the class of 2009
I lie there in the grass daydreaming
ReplyDeleteAs the birds sing and the bees buzz
Before it all happened
Now I'm just thinking about how life was
It's like I knew something bad was going to happen
Now my brother is dead, all because of the bloodz
As the breeze of the wind brushes against my face
ReplyDeleteI took a wift of the air
And got the taste
Of flowers mixed with garbage
I look to my rigt in haste
And saw some art
So I went to Wal-mart
And I could still smell garbage
Your skin is like a blanket
ReplyDeleteCovering the earth with your softness
It's only a matter of time before the sun will remove you from the ground
The kids have fun pouncing on you and tossing you around
You cause cancellations in school
You leave us to wake up to you
Even though you go away
I'm sure you'll always come back some day.
"Thunder Wakes Shudder"
ReplyDeleteSlow tide strolls in, no concern for the passersby
Footsteps fade, feet sink in glass colored sand
Dim moonlight brings everything to a stand still
The water navy blue, sand glass white, shadows thunder black
“Don’t you wish we could live in black and white?”
“Wouldn’t you miss the sea?”
“She’d always be there fading in and out.”
“What color would she be?”
“Black isn’t really a color.”
Dismal minds lull with lullaby
Complex minds ponder, collapse on themselves.
“Don’t you wish we could fall asleep?”
“I’d rather not be like all the others.”
“But we could dispose of all weariness.”
“I’d rather not hide behind the covers.”
“We could be safe, okay.”
“We’d wake up to the unexpected, it wouldn’t be real.”
The skin of innocence glistens in moonlight
Shadows ripple over breakable ribs
Pure, evil, pure, evil, pure, evil
Lips mouth the words
Why can’t we just be okay?
Then tremble silently
Hands stiffen ache, in the chill of glass colors
Sit in the glittering sand
The waves send strength…
Then just fade away
She waits for the return each time
Fixes her gaze on the illusion of transparent hope
Wonders how someone can justify murder
Loves how shadows caress her body
Counts grains of sand, diamonds
Measures the echo of every heartbeat
Floats from one thought to another
The recurring one being
“Please don’t fade away forever.”
Strains for the next echo
Holds her stomach, afraid of spilling herself to the sea
Closes her mouth afraid of taking her breath
Hands stroke her hair, jumpstart to another heartbeat
Gasp then quick to inhale, too late
“Are you apart of me?”
“Yes.”
She sobs, trying to push out the oxygen.
Trying to hold in on herself
she’s left in echoes, in patterns, in memories
Football and War
ReplyDeleteBoth of us prepare for the special day
Both of us wear armor and protection to keep us safe
Both of us hope the next day we can sit and pray
Both of us read the Bible to improve our faith
Both of us are nervous but we dont want to say
Both of us try to remember our technique
Both of us will be mad if it decides to rain
Both of us hope to earn the victory we seek
Both of us are aiching with pains and sores
Both of us think friends and family are real important
Both of us rest from falling and falling some more
Both of us ask how and why we were involved in it
Football is the name of my game
While to my cousin war is the name of what is not a game
Desperate Heart By Catherine Grizzle
ReplyDelete( comparing a heart /sailor)
Desperate heart pled disguise
when I cannot hide makes me adore more
What I feel inside in despite my door
Tears behind my eyes knowing in surprise
My desperate hearts capsized
shipwrecked by fear
Into a bright sunrise
It's there I escape the heart in prize
Like a snake in the sight, silent
Of ships in the night sailing on
a lost land-scape
Far away
One New Work
ReplyDeleteYou don't Know
You see my face
you watch my gaze
you see my minds in another place
you wonder whats taken me so far away
But you don't know what i've been through
you don't know what i have to go home too
you don't know what keeps my angel face so blue
You don't know do you?
Just another dayit fades away
you ask me why i never stay
i turn to you and you listen as i say
You don't know me
you don't know what i could become to be
you don't know the hidden meaning
you just don't know
evertime goes by
I start to wonder why
I'm so sick of seeing you cry
it makes hurt so bad i just wanna die
i don't know
i just don't know
i wish you'd let me in so i could see
i wish you'd just confide in me
i'll be right here
waiting near
All you have to do is let me hear
One day i'll know
One day it'll show
One day it won't matter anymore
Revised Work
ReplyDeleteTime to Meet
The wind chills highit cuts through my skin
Blue-Gray skies show throughthe bare shaken trees
Snows hidden on the groundcrisp leaves lay dead and forgotten
Awinter rush against my backChills embrace down my neck
Is being here always so cold?
Always so alone?
An unspoken pressure of lonliness
It's all left unsaidTears frozen in time,
regrets linger
An unknowing silence
Is it always this cold here?
Leaving questions without answers
Riddles without questions
Brisk winds dance on wispers
I must know
I stand to hear
Waiting,listening
Untill she blooms'and reaches nearI
'll quietly ask her
is it always so cold here?
As cold as ice
Her warm breeze touches me
But no answer was told
I guess I'll never know
why it's always so cold.
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Sitting here, thinking of you,
ReplyDeleteI'm detached,
no longer a part of this earth.
I am floating in nothingness,
Oblivious to everything.
I can't feel anything.
Every touch I make, every move I make,
Futile.
I can't feel a thing.
The only thing I can feel anymore
Are the feelings I have for you.
Why these feelings came to be,
I do not know.
But what I do know;
These feelings,
They can't stay dormant any longer.
They must express themselves.
And they won't change.
These feelings are a part of me now;
A part of me, like my arms or legs,
I have grown accustomed to them,
Just as I have grown accustomed to you.
If these feelings leave, then it means you have left,
And you if you're gone,
I no longer have the reason to live.
These feelings...
You,
Keep me bound to existence,
Keep me alive.
Without you,
I would be nothing.
Life
ReplyDeleteFire upon the never ending stars
Wish upon all the ones that aren't far
And happiness will come your way
Hopefully it will stay,
Each time you look away at the sky
Each time you ask your self why
Remember who are and what you want to be
So the mirror reflects exactly what you wanna see,
You have to find your way through it all
Getting up every time you fall
Pretend you really care
Pretending life is fair,
You have to open doors that are closed
Cover the feelings that are superimposed
Making new friends when you really don't
Love them when you really wont,
Say something you don't mean
Tear open the never ending seam
Just do get in that shining light
When in reality, you'll lose the fight.
We Make Our Prisons
ReplyDeleteWhat do we know except what we're told
Whether it be lies or truth, it's all we have to hold
What choice do we have but to trust
I've been traveling these roads for a while
And I've yet to find a reason to smile
Alone with the scenery
Our little homes, we think they're everything
A twist of fate and they're nothing
I'd rather be a traveler
We created this illusion of security
It's all about society and family
So eager to imprison ourselves inside four walls
But I'm not buying in
I'm not about to settle down and win
A lifetime of quiet regrets
Disown me if you must
If you can't understand my wanderlust
Live inside your lies
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ReplyDeleteRapunzel
ReplyDeleteby: Hannah Eason
She braids a rope
Made out of angel hair
And a demon's stare
Secure and fastened
amongst lipstick and napkins
She holds a rope
Made from kisses
Where God should have covered his face,
And Jesus asks
And Jesus asks her
"Why do you love tempting fate?"
She throws a rope
From a tenth story window
Waiting for her princess
To deliver her from sorrow
And her father
And her father asks
"Why can't you see reason, what's safe?"
From the window, she can't part her gaze
"There's no love in reason, nor heart in what's safe.
Everything I am is twisted into this braid."
Her father turns away
With a tear,
With a tear in his heart.
And she waits,
And she waits,
And she waits.
And the world asks
"Why won't you move on?"
And she reaches out the window
"Because my princess is coming,
she's coming for me,
in ten years or twenty,
it's her love I'll keep."
And she grabs the horizon,
pulls it in.
She'll waste her life,
determined not to forget her.
As Long As I Live
ReplyDeleteDespite these irriversable feelings for you,
You will never feel these same feelings towards me.
I'm just another friend, who,
one day, will be completely forgoten,
no longer in your thoughts.
I'm not one of the important staples holding your life together at the corner.
Someone else is already the permenant glue, with no solvent able to tear you apart.
What is this Hell you put me through?
Day in, Day out, I live my life for you,
But it's the same every day.
The fiery pit, suffocating me, fading into oblivion...
Your voice, sweet as honey.
Yet the words spoken, sharp as the stinger on the producing bee...
The stinger can never be removed from my heart; it just gets deeper and deeper, day by day.
Maybe one day it will eventually go out the other side, to leave forever.
I will long for this day for all eternity.
I will wait until the stinger is ejected from the back of my heart
For As Long As I Live.
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ReplyDeletePerfection, precision, perfection,
ReplyDeleteAngels can speak.
That’s what he kept telling me, just without words,
And I believed him
but he didn't know.
Perfection, Precision, Perfection
"I should do this the right way,
And end just everything now," I would say.
He would just shake his head,
"Chance Chance Chance,
That's all you've been given girl.
That's all.
That's all."
And our conversation would end there.
That’s all he had to say.
Angels can speak.
And he did.
Now it’s been endless time since I’ve seen him.
And I haven’t spoken to him in quite awhile.
Maybe I will, if I ever come across him again,
And perhaps I will learn by then,
When I don’t.
That man!
ReplyDeleteAs I walk through these gloomy streets
I wonder of I’ll ever hear
the beat
Of his heart
I lay on his chest
Or is this just a test
For me no for him maybe
I have to detest
This is pain
Without a gain
I cannot take it
I must begin to fake it
He is my dream man
Driving away in that van
But why do I not run after him
Is this what love is
Or is it just fear
In falling to near
I’m crying with yearning
To see him again
He is my life
I am his wife
But why the cheating
It’s a mental beating
Am I to blame
For this dreadful shame
For he
Is not in love with me
Just I
Who will love him till I die
Without Fail
I’ll pay his bail
For he will run
Into that sun
And to never again
Pay me back
He wants us to be divorced
I feeling like I’m being forced
I have no voice
In this dreadful choice
I stand
I raise my hand
Swear to tell the truth
And sit in that dreadful booth
I tell my thoughts
My stomach in knots
He triumphs
And defeats me
As usual
I’m becoming delusional
He’s my life
I am his wife
Now the ex
Its like a hex
I cannot escape
The thought
To believe it is wrong
Like banging on a gong
Strong, loud, powerful
Everything he has in full
He got my stuff
With his big bluff
I will start again
In this journey of life
As I walk this gloomy street
I cant fell me feet
Maybe I’m wrong
But I feel defeat
He has beat me
Once again
The people come
I face that power again
I pay his bail
Without fail
And he still run
Into that sun
But I’m done
With no fun
I want a life
Not being his wife
I have won
Cause that gun
He’s gone
But I never did it
It was her
She was the murder
The words I spoke
Were like deadly smoke
She looked for mercy
I had no mercy
She took him
From me
Without my permission
She had taken my ambition
I loved him
No matter his condition
Now I face life
Without him
I’m going on
Doing no wrong
I can do it
I’ve got wit
He’s by my side
Paying my back
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ReplyDeleteSeeping through my fingers, blood red,
ReplyDeletePowerful resentment cannot be easily contained.
You say I’m not capable of such feelings,
But I think you don’t know me as well as you’d like to believe.
I openly repudiate you,
and suddenly I feel strong enough for vengeance.
You don’t like one bit of this.
Explicit and precise, rage colours all things red in your eyes,
But my ire turns all a deep, hemorrhaging shade of vermillion.
I am proud,
And I am out for blood.
I quip, hitting hard and fast;
“My apostasy may fuel your fire,
But your frequent absurdities burden you.
You are determined, but weak.
And though your vain efforts may get you so far,
Your vanity will ultimately be your demise.”
Unmoving, you stare blankly;
I know it’s all for attention.
I continue, drinking in your awe with great mirth.
“Was your life not good enough for you?
Undermine my credibility, go ahead.
Only smooth sharp lies take shape in you;
I can see it.
I hope you choke on your words.”
You shoot me an incredulous, silencing look
and my anger dissolves for a brief moment.
Pulsing, twitching,
Adrenaline stifling all sense,
I begin to fear who I’ve become.
But fear certainly can’t extinguish this,
Nor can it adequately restrain me .
There is no stopping this spontaneous combustion.
No, I’ve tasted blood now.
Let the frenzy begin.