Aug 31

Once Upon a Time

a/n: self-harm mentions.

You stayed on my tongue like my favorite tea. Peppermint.
You didn't smell like Christmas at all. You just wouldn't let yourself be washed away, stuck on strong like a thistle to my side. You'd laugh and tease when I tried to prie you off.
"Not today, Angie. I'm busy."
You still hung off my arm, that childlike glee about you. You would use my height to your advantage, stick on strong, arms wrapped around my bicep. You'd giggle like a child as you swung with my step.
"Okay! I'll just wait until you're free!"
That childlike wonder of yours set my heart to rest. I didn't have to worry about you. But I would anyway, the way a mother did for her child.
I'd brush you off, like usual. My bag filled with my college textbooks, yours with your highschool ones. Still, you'd act as if you were just out of second grade, zipping around with boundless energy and enthusiam.
Sometimes I'd give in.
Aug 29

Nighttime Dreaming

lingering scent of chamomile
washing over everything, a gentle wave

a sip of tea
warming the mouth,
the soul

rocking of the chair
back and forth, back and forth

shooting stars up above
a careful wish, a quiet

to who-knows-what,
for who-knows-what, but
a wish nonetheless.

Aug 28

A Morning of Peace

a/n: so a few posts ago i had a list of things i wanted to write. this is the 'soft' entry. it's been a while since i've written fluffy things like this, so please forgive me if it's not too good !

Her soft yawn in my ear had the hint of a smile behind it. Her arms were around my waist underneath our shared comforter, and she pulled me closer, nuzzling her head into my hair. "You're beautiful.."
I smiled softly, leaning back. "No, you."
There was a breeze coming in from the windows, blowing the light curtains inwards. The hem of one nearly touched my nose before settling back against the windowseat and pillows. Jack, our cat, stretched, his little claws coming out from his paws as he did. He then blinked at us, meowing loudly.
"Someone wants food," Isi said sleepily, drawing the comforter over our shoulders - it had slipped sometime during the night. "But I wanna sleep.."
Aug 27

Sirens Sent us to the End of the World...?

a/n: a little bit of language.

I was one of the lucky ones. I managed to get into a shelter in a skyscaper, one of the best in the city. It overlooked everything - the sea, the roads so far below, the clouds, the people. I absolutely adored it.
When I was young, sometimes I'd sneak up here and just watch everything going on. Kicking my legs out, tossing things off of whatever story i was on - fifty? Sixty? Just to see if it would hit the ground or if it would hit someone. You never know.
I once tipped a chair over the edge and giggled as it smashed right beside a car. Later, on the news, the reporter said that police were looking for the culprit. I'd almost killed someone! But they never found me.
Aug 26

new york.

where you belong, usually.
where you go to school, to work if you're lucky.
where you make friends and meet up with them.

i do that.
i meet up with my friends at cafe 49 on main street.
i go to school just minutes from my house if i ride my bike, less if i drive.
i work an even shorter distance away.

i've got friends on my street, ones that will come out of their house to pet my dog.
i know my neighbors well; mrs. jan to my left, mrs. joyce to my right.
i know the roads better and have never gotten lost.
it's easy for me to go miles on my bike without even realizing how far i've went.

it's nice, my hometown. the middle of the county.
40 minutes away from a too-big city
and less from the countryside.
we don't have too much crime and it's quiet.

new york is a nice state, if you're not in the city.
syracuse? nah. nyc? nah x2. buffalo? nah x3.
Aug 25

day trip

i went to an art gallery.

i've never been super into art.
it all just was paintings and brush swirls to me.
but today
i started seeing it a little differently.

there was an art piece where a woman became tools.
not become them, exactly, but acted like them.
she was moved like a broom, her hair the bristles.
she was thrown like dirty laundry into a basket.
she was a balance used to measure vegetables.

she made a point, i think.
she did this to make a statement on how
women are used, much like those tools.
it even said so on the description before i entered the exhibit.

there was another one
with a smokey haze and projected light
shining onto risen panels. as the light shone
onto the panels, the haze was illuminated too.

you could step into it. i walked along that light,
my new shoes toeing the line, bright against the darkness.
Aug 24

things i'd like to include in my writing: a checklist

coffee shop setting ;
soft characters, ie, just woke up with their s/o next to them ;
a soft, painless death - old age? with their loved ones near them ;
small things to give personality - gestures, soft/loud voices, tics, etc ;
chapter titles, synopses, maps in the book - if i get published, of course ;
weather descriptions - hard and soft, violent and peaceful ;
full fledged main characters, ie, julio and ravilo ;
fully built worlds, ie, belund, silvest, riore, etc ;
believable motives, and questionable ones too ;
raw emotions ;
pain and hurt but also love and comfort ;
a reoccurring bird that brings luck. a twin that does not ;
character growth. young and scared --> older and more confident ;
rules for magic, not just 'you gotta say the words right' ;
homages to past characters ;
fufilling lives but also empty ones ;
characters with more than one motivation for long amounts of time ;
Aug 23

inner peace

a pounding melody.
light and bouncing drumlines.
the harsh echo of the violins as they repeated themselves.
that's what you reminded me of.

things that just don't belong.

it wasn't that you didn't belong.
you did. but you tried to make it seem as if you didn't.
you distanced yourself as people came to you.
when someone talked to you, you excused yourself.

running away was a hobby for you.

it was hard for me to chase you down.
to back you into a corner where you couldn't flee.
you tried to run. of course you did.
and i completely respected you for that.

but i wasn't here to let you continue doing what you were doing.

in the end, you were sobbing aganist me.
"i hate you. i hate you"
you muttered, over and over,
your fists beating against my chest.

they didn't hurt. nor did the scratches on my face that you left.
Aug 22

summer blooms

Aug 21


the wind that brings spring,
blasting away the chill of winter
sprouting bulbs and awakening those that were wintering
banishing away the kiss of frost .

the wind that brings summer
in all the glory of a bright sun
blooming flowers, rustling leaves
bringing the heat, pushing the waves .

the wind that brings autumn
a cooler breath of fresh air
the falling leaves mere sprinkles on the ground
promising to come again, next year .

the wind that brings winter
blanketing all in a soft sheet
a caring whisper to put on your hat
and see the lights sparkling against the sky .