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July 19th, 2011
*I know, I know, this is not Chameleon Circuit lyrics…but I needed to post it. I wrote this for a school poetry project and kinda like it. What do you think?*
Reunite
Swirling through my head
are the thoughts of him
Probably more now
then when I saw him
I keep picturing
his so loving arms
Reaching out for me
when reuniting
April 7th, 2011
The troubles weighing down on his heart are not the troubles you ‘d expect.
Love, school, friendship. No that is not what fills this 10 year old’s mind.
Instead, his mind is filled with hate, depression, and abusive comments.
His heart is breaking with the repetition of the hatred bestowed upon him.
Daily he is told he is worthless and phrases like “Go to hell jack-ass”
and “Please die already.”constantly being shoved in his tear covered face.
April 6th, 2011
Zero seconds:
My hands scrape down the rocks as my body slides into the water
Feet first I fall slowly into the refreshing body of wetness.
Two seconds:
My head is submerged as I keep my mouth closed holding in air
My hair flows away from my head making me a medusa lookalike.
Four seconds:
My eyes start to slightly burn but I keep them open and stare
I stare at the bubbles from my dip, floating to the surface.
Six seconds:
My legs spread apart and make motions like a frog and move me down
My arms move instinctively like an airplane, to push down further.
Eight seconds:
I moved down and am still ok on air, I listen to the complete silence
The silence is unbearable so I think. I think of him.
Ten seconds:
I think of his smile and his hair, along with the way he held my hand
I remember catching lizards and singing in the hot tub.
February 26th, 2011
Red and blue paper confetti shot from big black cannons and flooded the arena, as hundred’s of thousands of fans jumped and cheered. Couples made out and groups of teenage girls in band shirts squealed and took pictures with flash. The flashing red and yellow lights from the stage were blinding and the music blasting from the large speakers were deafening but it only added to the experience.
The lead guitarists’ face was covered in beads of sweat. His chest poked out through his ripped black and blue rock star shirt, and his legs were squeezed so tight in his two size too small skinny jeans. His guitar was electric so a black cord led from it to a large black and silver amp. Neon blue was the main color of the Fender and it was covered in silver sparkles that looked like cheap craft glitter.
I didn’t really want to look at him like all the screaming fans did, I just wanted to look at those stage lights. There was one behind the band that was small, maybe only one foot long, but the light coming from it was an 8 foot wide strobe light that was so light it reminded me of the light depicted in movies about Heaven. Then there were two biig lights at the front of the stage; One red and one blue. These lights waved back and forth covering the entire audience and sometimes crossing over each other. I loved when these lights pointed to my row of seating. I was just sitting there, ignoring the music and just sucking in the lights.
Then I woke up…I woke up to the darkness, to the black. I woke up to hundreds of noises, but no strobes, no confetti, no large red and blue lights for my eyes, face, and body to just absorb. Well, none that I could see anyway. I carefully got up from my bed, grabbed my cane and slowly walked down the hallway following the smell of my husband making breakfast. Read the rest of this page »
January 30th, 2011
No one ever really talks about life in the clouds. There are stories of water, fire, and of course earth, but what about wind? Well I am here to tell you a story, a story about the clouds. I am here to reveal how we have been living, and tell you all about how I changed it.
Let me start off by saying most people that lived in our cloud, Cloud 752837, were happy. Ok maybe not happy, but content for sure. The way we were living was the only way we knew, so it was more than acceptable. It wasn’t until my son, Kotir, fell off of our little cloud and onto another cloud, Cloud 3733366 when things changed. When he came back and told me of his travels, of what he saw and just…
September 19th, 2010
I kept my hands flat on the table where I could see them, not trusting myself or the thoughts in my head. There was a frightening energy warming my skin and blackening my vision. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, I just wanted to scream, beat my fists into the wall until my fingers broke,and then paint with the blood Read the rest of this page »
I smiled to myself, feeling the tears in my eyes, something heavy pressing into my chest so I could hardly breathe. I thought about the motionless body upstairs and the darkness around it. I got that desperate feeling, the panicky need to react, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it. I wanted to run away, beat it down until it’s stops screaming, put a gun to my head and pull the trigger.
I ran my thumbs along the edge of the table, trying to remember the name of the song playing in my head. My mouth tasted dry and dirty. I picked a piece of lint up off the tabletop and rolled it between my fingertips. I heard a clock ticking…tick, tock, tick, tock, time..to…die, tock.