tried to upload this yesterday but it was all slow and glitchy and I had to give up. anyways. some more music, this collection using more or less the same theme throughout? just experimenting a little. it might be awful.
Purple velvety petunias And waxy orange, red, and pink begonias With dark green-purple leaves Remind me of a huge almost empty house Clutter and worry amoung good intentions and grandeur Like dust on purple petals And drooping pastel colors amid shiny leaves.
Sunbeam soaked roses Belong to nervousness, curiousity, Walking under a flower woven arch, And meeting tall students Whose faces are barely in my sight.
We had a soccer scrimmage today, And, I'm really thinking about it now. Within the first five minutes, I somehow managed to feel like I've broken my jaw. I had the opportunity to sit down, Just sit down and cry, Or get a sub at least, But I didn't, And I couldn't figure out why. I think I know now. I think I know now because the world is falling, And most of the people in it are broken.
It may not seem like it, And and I wouldn't blame you for not seeing it, But, You're the only real thing I have left in this world. And I don't want it to break beneath my feet, Or crumble at the seams, So I need you to try and look harder, Deeper, Just a little bit. Please. I wouldn't be telling you this if I didn't still need you.
To me, Vermont is Ben and Jerry's ice cream and mid afternoon walks on Church Street. Vermont is a place where everyone is equal, Vermont is a place where roots grow deep and the sidewalk ends. Vermont is past the concrete jungles and the loud puffing factories, past the huge skyscrapers and the loud city streets, Vermont is where the grass grows green and the trees grow tall, and deer lurk in the shadows.
I keep having crazy dreams about you, And they make me feel a little uncomfortable, But they also make me feel happy. In last nights you were crying, So I comforted you, Hugged you like you would for me, Which made you stop, And then you just... Vanished. And so now, This morning, I feel just about as confused as ever, And a little bit angry, That I can't seem to tell, What this means about us,
my head is full of thoughts and they're exhausting sometimes too exhausting to bother vocalizing. my mother is frustrated by my quietness says that she misses a time when i talked. i don't know what to say whether to be sorry that i don't currently feel compelled to babble that my face feels still and quiet and lighthearted chatter feels like too much work. or whether to argue
it was like watching paint dry except that it was very special paint that i knew i would never get to watch dry ever again-- cosmic paint. paint so dangerous and so awe-inspiring that i had to look at a projected image that didn't even resemble the paint itself. a once-in-a-lifetime cosmic experience.
but when all was said and done it was still paint. and i couldn't figure out
Gasping for breath, She watched the waves, As the salty air choked the inside of her throat, And the smell of fresh fish stung her nose. The waves jostled her boat, And it rocked side to side, As she held on for dear life, To the rope of the sail. The rain poured down hard, Like hail landing from all angles, And just like that, She couldn't take it anymore. It wasn't the rain, It wasn't the sea-sickness,
People fall asleep at night, In some way, shape, or form. It may be harder for others, Me being one of them, Or it can be as simple as sipping a straw. Either way, Most people wake up in the morning, They do whatever morning people do, And move on. You see, That doesn't happen for me. I wake up, As in my eyes open, But my mind doesn't move on. All day, It feels like I am stuck in sleep,
I spent most of today Floating up in space My head in the clouds My heart in the air I kissed a solar eclipse Right on the lips A secret that only us And the stars could share I spent most of tonight Fighting back my tears Because after a long day without caring I'm left with my fears And I just don't know How I can live With the weight of the world Resting on my shoulders
i had a thought last night a thought that made me wonder whether i'm ever actually relaxed. name me a moment and i can probably mention five or six things that were on some level weighing on my mind then. i am an anxious person i overthink things and those things never go away. i can be happy, be amused, be sad, be any other emotion on that long, long list. but relaxed? i do not know.
A fish jumps in the so-called invisible lake. It cannot carry the sun back east but it provides mild entertainment for the hikers on land (if you can call granite and gravel "land"). "Fish in this frigid water," muses the father. The daughter nods, and watches the rings expand on the water's surface like years on a tree.
The banks are still trimmed with snow, densely packed, surface rippled,
I'm not really sure if this makes too much sense, for the slight fact that I don't write non-fiction too often. I mean, to me it does because I lived this experience, but I don't know. Therefore, Feedback is deeply appreciated. ( #sos17 )
I've been thinking lately. Just about you, And, I've been trying to figure out what I can compare you to. That may sound bad, But let me explain. My brain has a way of working, Where I need to compare complex things, To simple things. For instance, Our friendship is complex. You are a very complex person in general actually. That's a good thing, though. It means you are mysterious and unique. Anyway,
We were on a vacation in the countryside. By ‘we’ I mean myself, my mom, my grandma, my dad, and my brother. The cabin was fairly small, and it did not have even a “farmer” garden as I expected: only a boring old backyard. It was a disappointment.