Yosemite 6

Christy Wisdom

United States

Hello people! Let's see... what to say? I'm a Christian girl. I like to write. I write tons of poetry, some short stories, and various other things.
I like
Imagine Dragons
LOTR
Harry Potter
Agents of SHIELD
Artemis Fowl

God bless you!

Message from Writer

There is no happiness like that of being loved by your fellow-creatures, and feeling that your presence is an addition to their comfort. - Jane Eyre

Not all those who wander are lost. - Lord of the Rings

I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now. -C.S. Lewis, The Last Battle

Things to know about me
1. I'm a Christian.
2. I'm Pro-life.
3. I do not put any swearing (oh my gosh included) into any of my stories.
4. I will not put any sex or nudity into my stories.
Thank you to all who have supported me, and feedback is always welcome!
Also, if you comment on a piece of mine, I will generally respond to it at some point.

Published Work

Q&A!! (inspired by bride124)

Hey y'all! bride124 suggested that I do a Q&A like she did, so that's what I'm here to do! Basically, y'all can ask me questions and I'll answer them (excluding ones like how old, where do I live, stuff like that) to the best of my abilities :) I'll give it a couple days. 

of bloody battlefields and haunting melodies

a whistling gale
flattens
the long grasses
and weaves through
the ranks
of the waiting soldiers

a terrifying
dread
strikes deep within
the hearts
of both sides alike

emotions are
roiling
to the surface
as comrades fall
and desperate prayers
are lost to the 
gusting wind and
gunshots

the weeping and screaming
of the women and
children
waiting for their
husbands
sons
brothers
to come home
but knowing they won't 
is like a ghostly choir

the wailing wind
is a like hauntingly mournful melody
blowing across a bloodied battlefield
but as it dies down it brings a
sudden
moment of almost quiet
the calm
before the storm
that will soon
strike
without mercy

the hurricane sweeps
across the grey sky
bringing rain-laden clouds
that will cry for the fallen 
and lightning
crashing
to the earth
with a terrible roar

 

of bloody battlefields and haunting melodies


the strings are the sound
of tension rising
as the fighting begins 

then they are the sound of 
emotions
roiling to the surface
as comrades fall all around
and desperate prayers
are lost to the 
gusting wind and
gunshots

the ghostly choir is the 
weeping and screaming
of the women and children
waiting for their
husbands
sons
brothers
to come home
but knowing they won't 

the flute's haunting melody
is the wailing
mournful wind
blowing across a bloodied battlefield
bringing a sudden moment of almost quiet
the calm before the storm that will soon
strike without mercy

the rumbling of the drums is the 
sweeping of a hurricane
across the sky
bringing rain-laden clouds and
lightning crashing to the
earth
with a terrible roar

as they rise and fall
in a hauntingly
beautiful
song

something within
resonates
and knots the heart
filling it with emotions
that cut deep

it is almost as if
i stand with them
on that battlefield ...

of bloody battlefields and haunting melodies


the strings are the sound
of tension rising
as the fighting begins 

then they are the sound of 
emotions
roiling to the surface
as comrades fall all around
and desperate prayers
are lost to the 
gusting wind and
gunshots

the ghostly choir is the 
weeping and screaming
of the women and children
waiting for their
husbands
sons
brothers
to come home
but knowing they won't 

the flute's haunting melody
is the wailing, mournful wind
blowing across a bloodied battlefield
bringing a sudden moment of almost quiet
the calm before the storm that will soon
strike without mercy

the rumbling of the drums is the 
sweeping of a hurricane
across the sky
bringing rain-laden clouds and
lightning crashing to the
earth
with a terrible roar

as they rise and fall
in a hauntingly
beautiful
song

something within
resonates
and knots the heart
filling it with emotions
that cut deep

it is almost as if
i stand with them
on that battlefield ...

stars the only witness to a breaking mask

he looked to the stars
as they winked
in the night
shining and ever-fixed
steadfast and reminiscent of 
candles brightening the
shadows
and a place that feels like
home

(elusive and unattainable
as if he could reach it
this place called home
if he stretched out his hand

but then he always finds it
further
from his reach
somewhere far away
where only others could follow)

(why can't i touch the stars?
he wonders
why must i be the only one 
grounded
when everyone else gets the chance
to fly?)

and the stars were the only ones
to see his pain
for he
hides
behind smiles and laughter
but no one ever realized
that his heart is

fra ct
ur   in g 

the cheer doesn't reach
his eyes
and he's 
c
r
y
i
n
g
inside

a lost child
who never had a
home
a strained smile
always
on his face
a laugh that sounds like
sobbing
and a voice...

red ice

the cold bites my lips
making them
numb

it chills my teeth
until they're so cold
they hurt

the blood-red liquid
dribbles down
my chin
grotesque
and sticky 

the pale wood
of a stick
is stained pink
like the ice

and the cherry flavor
bursts on my tongue
as i laugh with my friends
and eat a cherry popsicle

Clue Me In: Chapter Two (Co-Authored with bride124)

Chapter 2- Jason 

“See you later bro!” 
“Bye, David!” 
While walking toward my bus, a bunch of girls blush nearby and ferociously wave toward me. I wave back gently and mutter under my breath “I can’t wait to get out of here.” 
    Based on my athleticism and “evident charm”, it is really hard to function around this school without being gawked at and stared at or whatever. For years, I have been the perfect representation of the clique “hot jock.” I sigh about the thought. Just as I turn the corner, a petite girl accidentally rams her textbook into me. 
She quickly drops to her knees to collect the book while saying “Oh, sorry!” 
“It’s fine,” I say like a reflex. 
Finally Minnie looks up, with a facial expression full of surprise. 
“What is the problem?” I ask. 
“Nothing. Sorry. Bye,” Minnie says hurriedly with a grin. 
I squint in contemplation. 
Minnie has always been a wild card. She was never...

Clue Me In: Chapter One, parts 1 and 2 (Co-authored with bride124)

Chapter 1- Minnie 

“Make sure you read Chapter 11! Due by next class!” Mrs. Marko screams during the shrieking of the bell. 
My best friend Daisy and I saunter down the hall. 
“I still cannot believe that it is spring break! Soon we’ll finally leave this hellhole and go to high school and become sophomores,” Daisy starts. 
“Wow!” I interject. 
“What?” 
“A sophomore. A sophomore.” 
I sigh. 
“I’ll text you later. Have a nice spring break!” 
“Bye,” Daisy says during our embrace. 
I prepare my locker and backpack for the long school hiatus and start to dash toward the exit of my soon-to-be-former school, Jefferson Middle School, when I collide with a fellow classmate. 
“Oh! Sorry!” I say apologetically. 
“It’s fine,” the boy says. 
I pick up my dropped book then look up and immediately make a double-take. 
“What is the problem?” Jason asks. 
My insides turns into knots. 
“Nothing,” I respond with a smile. “Sorry again. Bye.” 
I shoulder...

living in your shadow

i remember walking down the street
everyone knew me and
greeted me with smiles and
whispered words of 

"she's his little sister.
you know,
the one
who scored the best
on all the tests
and went on to be 
the general
of the army?

i bet she'll be a
genius
too. 

after all, she's
related to 
him.
i have high hopes
that she will
grow up to be
just like
her older brother!"

do you know
how much it hurt?

that they saw
you, not
me?

i live in your shadow
and it's not your fault-
but that doesn't make it 
any 
easier
to deal with. 

i wonder
if they even know
my name?

or am i only ever
going to be known as

the great general's
younger sister?

when they look at me
i know they only see
you

their expectations are
a burden on my shoulders
one that i never asked for

and i try to shrug it...

the wanderer has no home

walking on a dusty road,
the town behind me
horizon ahead
sea beside

the salty breeze 
caressed my face
and the sun shone
so softly 

i met a traveler with a
walking-stick in hand,
tattered cloak billowing and
ash-brown locks falling into his eyes

where are you from?
he asked and i replied
i am from yoru,
the town twenty miles behind me

i am going on a trip
and will not come back
for a long time, but
it is my home and i will return.

what about you?
i questioned 
evidently you have traveled
longer than i

for your cloak is worn and
lines are sun-etched
into your face.
where do you live?

he smiled
almost wistfully, but 
who was i to know?
and with a small shrug 

he said
i am a wanderer
i have visited places
you will never see

i have walked the deserts
and traversed blue oceans
i have lived everywhere
but have a...

Clue Me In: Chapter One, parts 1 and 2 (Co-authored with bride124)

Chapter 1- Minnie 

“Make sure you read Chapter 11! Due by next class!” Mrs. Marko screams during the shrieking of the bell. 
My best friend Daisy and I saunter down the hall. 
“I still cannot believe that it is spring break! Soon we’ll finally leave this hellhole and go to high school and become sophomores,” Daisy starts. 
“Wow!” I interject. 
“What?” 
“A sophomore. A sophomore.” 
I sigh. 
“I’ll text you later. Have a nice spring break!” 
“Bye,” Daisy says during our embrace. 
I prepare my locker and backpack for the long school hiatus and start to dash toward the exit of my soon-to-be-former school, Jefferson Middle School, when I collide with a fellow classmate. 
“Oh! Sorry!” I say apologetically. 
“It’s fine,” the boy says. 
I pick up my dropped book then look up and immediately make a double-take. 
“What is the problem?” Jason asks. 
My insides turns into knots. 
“Nothing,” I respond with a smile. “Sorry again. Bye.” 
I shoulder...

Clue Me In: Chapter One, parts 1 and 2 (Co-authored with bride124)

Chapter 1- Minnie 

“Make sure you read Chapter 11! Due by next class!” Mrs. Marko screams during the shrieking of the bell. 
My best friend Daisy and I saunter down the hall. 
“I still cannot believe that it is spring break! Soon we’ll finally leave this hellhole and go to high school and become sophomores,” Daisy starts. 
“Wow!” I interject. 
“What?” 
“A sophomore. A sophomore.” 
I sigh. 
“I’ll text you later. Have a nice spring break!” 
“Bye,” Daisy says during our embrace. 
I prepare my locker and backpack for the long school hiatus and start to dash toward the exit of my soon-to-be-former school, Jefferson Middle School, when I collide with a fellow classmate. 
“Oh! Sorry!” I say apologetically. 
“It’s fine,” the boy says. 
I pick up my dropped book then look up and immediately make a double-take. 
“What is the problem?” Jason asks. 
My insides turns into knots. 
“Nothing,” I respond with a smile. “Sorry again. Bye.” 
I shoulder past him...

the wanderer has no home

walking on a dusty road,
the town behind me
horizon ahead
sea beside

the salty breeze 
caressed my face
and the sun shone
so softly 

i met a traveler with a
walking-stick in hand,
tattered cloak billowing and
ash-brown locks falling into his eyes

where are you from?
he asked, and i replied
i am from yoru,
the town twenty miles behind me.

i am going on a trip
and will not come back
for a long time, but
it is my home and i will return.

what about you?
i questioned 
evidently you have traveled
longer than i

for your cloak is worn and
lines are sun-etched
into your face.
where do you live?

he smiled
almost wistfully, but 
who was i to know?
and with a small shrug 

he said
i am a wanderer
i have visited places
you will never see

i have walked the deserts
and traversed blue oceans
i have lived everywhere
but have a...

the wanderer has no home

walking on a dusty road
the town behind me
horizon ahead
sea beside

the salty breeze 
caressed my face
and the sun shone
so softly 

i met a traveler with a
walking-stick in hand 
tattered cloak billowing and
ash-brown locks falling into his eyes

where are you from
he asked and i replied
i am from yoru 
the town twenty miles behind me

i am going on a trip
and will not return
for a long time but
it is my home and i will return

what about you
i returned 
evidently you have traveled
longer than i

for your cloak is worn and
lines are sun-etched
into your face
where do you live

he smiled
almost wistfully but 
who was i to know
and with a small shrug 

he said
i am a wanderer
i have visited places
you will never see

i have walked the deserts
and traversed blue oceans
i have lived everywhere
but have a home...

#escapril musings of a mirror

the mirror wondered 
who or
what
it would reflect today.

oh, it had seen many
things

it had mirrored the 
students
walking down halls,
a spring in their steps
as they chattered gaily

it had observed as 
girls paused just to
check their hair
and make sure their
make-up 
looked good

it had seen fist fights
break out
and the odd pairs of 
bullies and
victims

even, occasionally-
when some person 
thought no-one was looking-
a couple tears streaming down
faces,
hastily wiped away. 
(but the mirror knew
it's shiny surface was not
deceiving it, for
it could see the redness
around the people's eyes)

the mirror had seen many things,
but maybe
just maybe
it would reflect something
new
today. 

0-9

a fear of 0

0 is the people who love her. 0 is her life, her deepest hate, her greatest fear. for 0 is a hole that she can't fill by herself, and she's terrified that 0 could be forever. 

1 is who she has in this world, signifying herself. she is 1 who takes care of herself, the 1 who teaches herself, and the 1 who is aware of herself. this is because as far as she can tell, nobody else knows she even exists.

2 is an ache in her heart, her painful longing for something she will never have and never know. parents.

3 is the rooms in her tiny apartment. they are lonely and mostly empty. all she has is the bare essentials, nothing more. 3 are devoid of the life and laughter that should be present; instead, they are empty of all but a quiet desperation. 

4 is the number of the other biggest holes in her heart. they...

0-9

a fear of 0

0 is the people who love her. 0 is her life, her deepest hate, her greatest fear. the fear that 0 will be forever.

1 is who she has in this world, signifying herself. she is 1 who takes care of herself, the 1 who teaches herself, and the 1 who is aware of herself. this is because as far as she can tell, nobody else knows she even exists.

2 is an ache in her heart, her desperate longing for something she will never have. parents.

3 is the rooms in her tiny apartment. they are lonely and mostly empty. all she has is the bare essentials, nothing more. 

4 is the number of the other biggest holes in her heart. they would have been filled by her grandparents, if she ever knew them.

5 is the group of friends she slowly gained. 5 turned the embers of her failing hope into a stuttering flame. the 5 must be...

#escapril magic tricks

you lied to me

don't
pretend
you didn't
it just makes it
hurt
more

all your smoke and mirrors
can't mask the deception

your magic trick
made my trust in you
disappear

but the
catch
is

you won't be able 
to get it back

#sweetlybitter books gave me the key but it locked me in another cage

i read a book
one day
and it took me far,
far away

from this place
of sins and sorrow
from bitter fights and
no tomorrow

my mind, my heart
seemed finally free
but the only thing imprisoned
was me

for reading was my escape
it was my way to cope 
with all of life's difficulties
but through it i lost hope

i abandoned this world
and immersed myself in words
traded friendships for characters
and stopped moving forward

a beautiful poison
an addictive mentality 
i found i no longer cared
if i couldn't face reality. 

#escapril wilting wallflowers

when the party's
over

my mind reverts
to inky solitude
as if i hadn't been
with my "friends"
just a short
while
ago

when the party's 
over

i collapse on my
couch
wondering why
i even bother
with such draining
events


a wallflower
is what one
such as me
is called

and i cry

for all i am is
ignored
and all i do is
unnoticed

and i remember
why i never wanted to
come

in the first place

#escapril spiritually nourished

Nourishment is necessary in spiritual matters, not just physical, for example
Our Father which art in heaven, a prayer softly spoken in fervent whispers
Until He returns, our Savior and God, a promise for the broken and weary
Running the race of Life, and fighting the good fight and keeping the faith
In the darkest of times, He is our Light
So through persecution and torture and prison we follow Him
He is the Way, the Truth, the Light, our God, the one who we hold above all
Men, for He is fully God and fully Man, incomprehensible as it may seem
Enough, He is enough for us, for He is all that we need
Nothing could ever separate us from His love
Trusting God with my life is the best decision I ever made. 

#escapril who am i?

without my name
i am

i am the one
who smiles easily
laughs often

i am she who 
dances and sings
with the music

and creates it
occasionally

i conjure words and 
twist ink to form 
tales of butterfly-wings and 
dragon-flames

i have many friends and 
relatives
some by blood
some are my 
brothers and sisters
in Christ
some are both

i am she who may be
remembered
who will probably be
forgotten
by many more

but i am a girl who 
hopes
that she at least 
impacts
the world
somehow

whether her group of
loved ones
or on a bigger level
she isn't very picky


so who am i 
without my name?

i am me.
 

chocolate sky

she had chocolate eyes.
it was a fact, though-
her eyes really looked sky blue.

honestly, it baffled all who saw it
this phenomenon
two colors, two shades
both metaphorical,
only the blue was literal.

her eyes were of chocolate
because they were always sweet
and held an affection and a cheerfulness
that was addictive.

everyone just wanted to be 
around her
to be friends with the one
that could bring even the slightest 
tinge
of sugar
to the bitterest moments. 

sometimes she herself wore that
dark aftertaste 
in the pools of blue
but it was nothing more than that-
only a memory,
soon to be replaced with 
lighter feelings. 


but her eyes were as the sky-
they were bright,
shining of light and freedom. 
they held sunshine within their
blue depths 

and when the clouds came,
they were always chased away 
quickly

for no thundercloud
could stand to
cover up 
those sky eyes
for long. 

and so her eyes...

#escapril uncooperative

my mind has conjured
its pictures again.

i dreamed up a girl-
no more than a teenager-
she is me, yet not.
for she is strong
she has straight hair,
grey eyes

the wind blows the
long locks that were 
hanging past her hips and
black as midnight

she wields two swords 
and she calls to her brother
as she runs 

i wish i could draw her
but my vision won't 
translate
through my hands

my grip fights against me
and inadvertently jerks

the eyes are messed up again.

i forget how to draw a figure

it's too stiff.


ah well
i suppose the girl
is trapped in my mind
just a though flickering around
like a character from a book
i don't want to forget

but that's okay
because i'll have her around
for a while yet. 


even if i can't draw her
or bring her to life


 

#escapril

she always had a smile on her face-
that girl
the one who laughed at every joke
the one who had so many friends

the one who cried 
when she thought no-one was looking

who was that girl?
does anybody know her secret?

that the happiness is a facade
and inside she's broken

maybe one day somebody
will come
and show her 

that even in the darkest night
there are always stars
there is always light to guide the way
though it may take time to find it.
 

laughter

i love to see you happy
your eyes sparkling
your laughter and
lightness of heart

i would smile
all the wider
if it would
keep that 
look
on your face
for a little longer

i laugh unrestrained
because i love to hear
the loud sound of yours
joining the mix

so i don't mind
that i smile so easily
i laugh until i cry
i could maybe
tone it down a bit 

(maybe not
this is how i am
with or without reasons)

because it makes you
laugh too 
it makes you smile

and that's a worthy cause
to me

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2019

Stars

we always told ourselves
we wanted to be stars
maybe we'd be shooting comets

spectacular-
if only for a moment.

then we'd be remembered
by some
though forgotten
within a couple days

maybe we're part of the 
milky way
our names may fade
with time
but we'll still be there-
a basis for many to come
a legacy left behind

or maybe we'll just
stay suspended in the 
inky fluid
of the night

we will be lanterns
to those 
swallowed by shadows
and shine if only to 
be guides to the 
wayward travelers
of the world
to lead the sailors
home

which will you be?

the shooting star burns bright
but disappears just as fast

those of the milky way
are remembered
forever

will you be
one 
among the ranks?
the legends who 
go down
in history

perhaps you'll be the
constant
the steadfast
are you willing to
live your life for others?


which will you choose?

 

#escapril day 8




Let her go, that's what I did
I let her go, but I can't help but wonder
If I ever had a chance with her
In the first place?


Of course I wish she could've been mine
But her heart wasn't mine, though
My heart was hers
Hers belonged to another


Valentine's days have come and gone
Lonely, wishing
Trying to forget that
I've loved her for forever


Even so, I hope she's happy. 
Without me. 

cry a river

cry a river
drown your sorrows
but the waterfall won't
bury the pain

yes, maybe it will
dull down
the sharp rocks
washing over them
softening the blows
(or throwing you 
against them)
the stabs of pain
in your heart

but like the
froth at the
top 
of a wave,
the memories
always rush back
the good 
the bad
the ones that were just
normal

(oh how you wish
it were normal
but normal's 
out the window
skydiving off a cliff)

cry a river 
ride the waterfall
to the bottom
you might 
crash
against the pangs
deep within you
screaming for relief
from the ache that
just won't
go 
away

but remember
you must give yourself
time to settle
into the edges of the 
pool

don't stay by the waterfall
forever.

remember to find peace
to live
again.

after all
when somebody 
who loves you and
cares for you
dies

they don't mean
to pull
you
down
with them

#escapril day 6

the forest beckons me
enticing in its 
winding trails and
fallen leaves creating
brown dulled paths 
unknown to mankind

it calls me to run
down that slope
into the clearing
down to the stream
jump over the bank

it whispers that i should
climb that tree
just to see
how far i can go

it says to me
why don't you
sit on these rocks
why not just 
stay here for a while
the woods will take 
good care of you

if you only know
how to traverse them

if you only know
its ways

it will give you berries
to live on
and cool caves
hidden in the hills
almost unnoticed
but excellent shelter
from the rain

and to the woods 
i give my answer

a knowing smile
a quick wink 
a glance in either 
direction

then i sprint
into the forest
winding through
the trees
a maze of
ashen columns

but i know the 
twists and turns
of...

#escapril

intensity builds within my
chest
as though a pent-up scream
wishes to burst out of me
but stays
silent
preferring to be a 
weight that crushes me
instead

this feeling of terrible
anxiety 
causes my breath to 
shudder
in my lungs
and my heart to
beat wildly
against my rib-cage

fingers twitch
hands
clench into fists

eyes dart
wildly
around the room

close them for a minute
it doesn't help me 
calm
d
o
w
n

s t e a d y
yourself
let your heartbeat
return to its regular
pace
deep breaths
until you revert to
normal

that's what they
told me to do
anyways




it's not working. 
 

#Winterwriting a winter landscape

the frigid air 
crystallized
as soon as it
left
my lungs

a cold yet
clear
wind
rejuvenating and
refreshing and
cutting
yet
unique to 
winter

pure white
fractals
coating everything
and
freezing
in my hair

and an
arctic landscape
bringing a special
peace
to be found in

the solitude of the
white

the purity of the
snow

the softness of the 
sky
brought about by 
storm clouds
sending blizzards and
flurries

and as day
turns to 
night
and 
the clouds
change to
inky darkness

moonbeams 
fall
on my face

casting a 
gentle silvery
glow
upon my 
upturned
face

and i laughed

a carefree and
light
sound
elicited by 
joy and calm 
that only comes in
winter

only 
heard
by the stars

and only 
joined by
the rustling chuckle
of the wind
as it
blows
through the 
grey trees




 

#Winterwriting a winter landscape

the frigid air 
crystallized
as soon as it
left
my lungs

a cold yet
clear
wind
rejuvenating and
refreshing and
cutting
yet
unique to 
winter

pure white
fractals
coating and
freezing
in my hair

and an
arctic landscape
bringing a special
peace
to be found in

the solitude of the
white

the purity of the
snow

the softness of the 
sky
brought about by 
storm clouds
sending blizzards and
flurries

and as day
turns to 
night
and 
the clouds
change to
inky darkness

moonbeams 
fall
on my face

casting a 
gentle silvery
glow
upon my 
upturned
face

and i laughed

a carefree and
light
sound
elicited by 
joy and calm 
that only comes in
winter

only 
heard
by the stars

and only 
joined by
the rustling chuckle
of the wind
as it
blows
through the 
grey trees




 

#escapril unyielding clouds

the sky looks overcast 
today
i wonder,
will it actually rain?

stormy clouds turn
late morning to 
just after
midnight

but the
april showers
just don't come

i suppose
we won't be getting any
may flowers
yet

according to the
rhyme,
anyways. 

thoughts over sleep

lights flick
off

signalling bedtime but
i'm still awake
as though it was mid-afternoon
not one in the morning

reluctantly i climb into 
bed

blankets cocoon me and 
try to entice me to
fall
asleep

but my mind would rather
run itself over 
every
single 
scene
from those episodes i was
watching
earlier

it would prefer to 
attempt
to replay 
each moment,
picking over the 
emotions and
words

think about
how i would feel
if i was in their places

as though bed was
meant for 
thoughts
not sleep

 

thoughts over sleep

lights flick
off

signalling bedtime but
i'm still awake
as though it was mid-afternoon
not one in the morning

reluctantly i climb into 
bed,
blankets cocoon me and 
try to entice me to
fall
asleep

but my mind would rather
run itself over 
every
single 
scene
from those episodes i was
watching
earlier

it would prefer to 
attempt
to replay 
each moment,
picking over the 
emotions and
words

think about
how i would feel
if i was in their places

as though bed was
meant for 
thoughts
not sleep

 

the actress and her musings

i think it's time i walk
off
the stage
it's time to
take my final bow

i'm done with 
all the
fake tears
fake laughs
fake masks
i think i'll
cast mine aside

and maybe people 
will clap
for the person i am
not the one i pretend
to be 

and maybe i can stop
masquerading
with people
who are not real
and whose only existence
depends on
ink on a page
and those willing to
take on their appearance

and then you will see
who i really am

you won't see
the actress
bathed in
shining lights
and surrounded by
adoring fans 

(they only care for
the character
i act like
not me 
never me)

and then you will realize
i am not just a 
blank canvas
to be
painted
stripped of color
reused

again and again

until all that i once was
is washed out by 
the flashes of cameras
and the 
smears
of stage makeup

i am a person
beneath all...

the actress and her musings

i think it's time i walk
off
the stage
it's time to
take my final bow

i'm done with 
all the
fake tears
fake laughs
fake masks
i think i'll
cast mine aside

and maybe people 
will clap
for the person i am
not the one i pretend
to be 

and maybe i can stop
masquerading
with people
who are not real
and whose only existence
depends on
ink on a page
and those willing to
take on their appearance

and then you will see
who i really am

you won't see the 
actress bathed in
shining lights
and surrounded by
adoring fans 

(they only care for
the character
i act like
not me 
never me)

and then you will realize
i am not just a 
blank canvas
to be painted
and then once stripped of color
reused
again and again

until all that i once was
is washed out by 
the flashes of pictures
and stage makeup

i am a person ...

do the shadows know where you've gone?

i can no longer count
the days since you left
friendships i had, but now?
of friends i'm bereft

you were the first,
the first one to leave me
then before i knew it
i had nobody

i wonder if the shadows
know where you've gone
maybe if i'd asked them
everything wouldn't be so wrong

i wish you'd come back
i wish you were here
i wish for them back-
all the people i held dear

but you're not coming back
the shadows can't reach you
the stars are your home now
off this earth you flew

our side won the war
at the cost of you all
but now i'm alone in victory
talking to shadows on the wall



 

a sacrifice i wonder if i'll ever understand

i wonder if i'll ever learn to
love 
the way you did

if i'll ever know how to 
care
for someone
so much
that i'd give my 
life 
for them

or maybe i 
already
feel that way

maybe i would have
died
for you

but you 
beat me to it
i guess

i wonder if i'll ever learn how to
dry
these tears of mine

if i'll ever make peace
with the fact
that you 
left me

(but you didn't
did you
you'll watch over me
that was your
last promise
to me
your
last words
ever)

and maybe someday
i'll learn to live
as i once did

and maybe someday
i'll understand

what you did for me
and why i would do the same
for you

what this thing called
love
is

and why it leads others
to sacrifice themselves
for those they care about

and why
the people left behind
can't possibly
accept
the world around them
when that...

the sun set the windows on fire

the sun 
shone
on the window panes,
early morning light
catching them
on fire. 

i watched from a distance
through the trees
it almost looked as if
the houses were burning
but it was only the sun
saying good morning to a 
waking world. 

Eye of the Beholder

I see you in every face
If only you could come back to me
No, your image never fades
But fate told us we weren't meant to be

Yeah, candles burn slow
But yours burned quick
A pen out of ink
A flower turned sick

And I feel your hand
As it rests on my shoulder
Phantom touches and imagined voices
But crazy's in the eye of the beholder

They say I have to
Just let you go
What a cruel thing to do,
Like you were never here, oh

Crazy's in the eye of the beholder
But your candle didn't burn slow 
I see you in every face, yeah
I'll never let you go 






 

the moon made her a halo


moonlight 
streamed
through the open
window,

casting a
silver glow
upon the 
liquid
keys
of the piano

the 
b l a c k
and 
w h i t e
so
stark
in fluorescent
lighting,
were now
softened
by the night

a breeze blew 
into the room,

magnolia petals and
green leaves
riding the wind
as if returning
home
from a 
long journey

and her?
the still figure
silhouetted
against
the stars?

the child
slept
there upon the 
windowsill
leaning against
the wall

as if 
keeping a quiet
vigilance
that even in rest
she couldn't bear to
break

and the full moon
watched her,
and decided to make her
a crown

a halo of silver
entwined in her hair
as if to remind any who
saw
the still form

that serenity
should
never
be taken
for granted
 

Band Name

Dream of Home//Wander Lost


    Dream of Home//Wander Lost is a teenage band consisting of three girls and two guys. Their connections to the old orphanage they all belonged to sparked the name. Eventually, they all ran away from the place and have never gone anywhere without each other ever since. They always hoped that they'd find a place to settle down, but they never did; however, the group of five became their own family, so they didn't really mind. That's how their name came to be. 

    They play mostly pop rock, with a style very similar to that of Imagine Dragons. The two lead singers are Lonnie, who plays the acoustic guitar, and Mark, who plays keys; they're also the oldest two of the group. The next oldest, Carly, is on the drums. Hannah plays the bass guitar, and Zane, the youngest, plays the rhythm guitar. They travel from place to place, living in hotels and performing concerts. Dream Home//Wander Lostis their band,...

fallen white camellia

she sits under the 
white camellia tree
blossoms strewn across
the grass
a melody floating from her
wooden flute
and tears on her cheeks
as she remembers 
who whittled it for her

he always loved those flowers
falling off the tree as full
blooms
the camellias remembered ever
in their prime

rather than a petal dropping
here and there
until finally
the beauty is
stripped
away 
so gradually fading
that once it 
disappears
nobody notices
its absence

she remembers her
time
with her father
how short it was
how it left a hole
in her heart
that will never
heal

but the melody
soothes
the ache
just a little
just enough to make it
bearable 

so she reminisces
under the 
white camellia tree

she delves
ever farther
into her memories
of him
as if strolling through the
forest
going deeper and deeper
trying to find the heart of the
wood
trying to find her way back
home

but she can...

the moon made her a halo


moonlight 
streamed
through the open
window,

casting a
silver glow
upon the 
liquid
keys
of the piano

the 
b l a c k
and 
w h i t e
so
stark
in fluorescent
lighting,
were now
softened
by the night

a breeze blew 
into the room,

magnolia petals and
green leaves
riding the wind
as if returning
home
from a 
long journey

and her?
the still figure
silhouetted
against
the stars?

the child
sleeps
there upon the 
windowsill
leaning against
the wall

as if 
keeping a quiet
vigilance
that even in rest
she couldn't bear to
break

and the full moon
watched her,
and decided to make her
a crown

a halo of silver
entwined in her hair
as if to remind any who
saw
the still form

that serenity
should
never
be taken
for granted
 

falling stars

my tears are of falling stars
bright and streaking

there for only a
brief
moment-

then gone.
nobody will miss them

they will only wonder
that they ever saw them
in the first place. 

nostalgia and tears


i remember that day we sat
back against back
under that tree
the light was streaming
through the leaves
dappling us in patches of
light

we were so happy
peace was in reach
just for that moment
it's hard to find it
these days

we laughed and 
talked
mentor and apprentice
you told me
i could do great things
one day

do you
remember that
too?

i miss that 
moment
we shared

now i sit alone
and though the sunlight
creeps through the leaves
everything seems 
so 
dim

it's as if
i've forgotten
what it
means
to be happy
now that you're gone

and i cry
because this is not how it was
meant to be
i should not be alone here
and you should not be dead

will you watch over me?
will you look down on me
from wherever you are
and say to my parents up there
that i was a good student
that i will do...

#twistq&a

RainAndSonder posted this as a q&a with a twist for others to use as well, so if you guys want to try to answer any of these in the comments feel free! I'm interested in hearing what you guys think about this. Note, you don't have to do the zodiac sign thing because I actually wouldn't know what any of them meant. If nobody does this then.. oh well!

1. What Hogwarts house do you think I am? 
2. What is your mental image of me? How do you think I look IRL? 
3. What's my aesthetic? 
4. What trope do I remind you of? Look up some tropes if you don't get this one or don't know any. 
5. What do you think my zodiac sign is?  
6. What's your favorite piece of mine? 
7. What do you like most about my writing? 
8. What fictional character do I remind you of? 
9. What song do I remind you...

#onlyonehundred the pain of the victor

100 times i've said goodbye
100 days since they all died
100 wars i've fought and won
but first place isn't worth the cost
when all is said and all is done

100 comrades gone away
100 pleas for them to stay
100 bullets through their hearts
i can't help but think i lost
when my whole life's been torn apart

100 graves
100 tears
100 regrets of past years
when there's no-one i could save

i weep, i mourn, i beg, i fall
why did i fight
i ask myself

100 times i've said goodbye

every person i tried to defend
i think my heart will never mend

100 graves, 100 tears

i weep, i mourn, i beg, i fall
in the end
i lost them all.

my heart's screaming for you but you're already gone. #powerfulpoems

grief is the feeling
of glancing around
you
expecting to see
them

because in that moment
you forgot 
that they're not 
here
anymore

it's when your heart
screams out
trying to
reach
that person
but nothing answers

it's when you finally
break
d
o
w
n
realizing that there was
so much
left to say,
so much
you wanted to 
do 
with them
but will 
never
get the chance to. 

 

the warrior's grave


the mound looks so desolate
here upon this hill
a warrior's final resting place,
a sword and shield
engraved upon the stone 

i can't help but wish
they had honored him
only 
in name

my brother would've wanted that.

 it makes me sad
to see that even
death
cannot part him
from his sword and shield

they will remember him by
the weapons
he so wished
to put
down 

not by his gentleness
nor his loving words

all they will see
is the
memory
of a brave fighter

though all he really 
wanted
was to rest, and to
stop the war
to be at peace

but even in death-
it somehow seems cruel-
he will never be allowed
to throw away the sword

they didn't place a single
flower
upon his grave
he always loved crocuses
i should plant some for him.

here upon this hill
sitting next to the mound
where my brother sleeps
at last

i play his favorite...

the warrior's grave


the mound looks so desolate
here upon this hill
a warrior's final resting place,
a sword and shield
engraved upon the stone 

i can't help but wish
they had honored him
only 
in name

my brother would've wanted that.

 it makes me sad
to see that even
death
cannot part him
from his sword and shield

they will remember him by
the weapons he so wished
to put down 

not by his gentleness
nor his loving words

all they will see
is the
memory
of a brave fighter

though all he really 
wanted
was to rest, and to
stop the war
to be at peace

but even in death-
it somehow seems cruel-
he will never be allowed
to throw away the sword

they didn't place a single
flower
upon his grave
he always loved crocuses
i should plant some here

here upon this hill
sitting next to the mound
where my brother sleeps
at last

i play his favorite song ...

Stage Fright

"the next performer is..."

walk up to the piano
deep breath, in out
in out
curtsy to the crowd and
sit down and 
place my hands upon the keys

deep breath, in out
in out

i've done this a
thousand
times
i've practiced and i've worked
so hard, so long
just waiting for
this moment to come
and its here
and something feels wrong.

so i begin to play, but
my fingers feel
stiff
i forgot how
hard
this measure truly is

fingers slip
and i wince

(i played this 
perfectly
at home)

so tense, as if
standing in a courtroom
am i innocent
or guilty?
it's determined by this piece

will the wrong notes
never cease?

i was doing so well
then i went up on the stage, and -

oh. 

i understand
now. 

i have stage fright. 

deep breath, in out
in out

i finish my piece
take a curtsy,
hear applause
step down
off the platform

and i'm...

the wind took the leaf (and nobody noticed)

as i walk down the
street
the rain falls softly
all around me

d
r
i
p
p
i
n
g
off the sides of 
buildings

running in rivulets
off my umbrella

soaking
that homeless
man
sleeping on the 
bench
with a newspaper
over his head

i can't feel the chill
i have a heavy coat
and the freezing rain
hasn't touched my 
face
and the biting wind
hasn't seeped through my
scarf

but he is shivering
trembling like a leaf
about to break free
of its branch

in an instant
it could give up
let go
suddenly absent. 

would anybody
notice?
a leaf among thousands
would anybody realize
that it's already
gone?

 

#ManateeLyricsContest Underdog

You've always told me
That I'm just a nobody
I'm just a loser
"Don't get in my way"? 

Ha! 

I've been underestimated
You thought that I'd take it
That I wouldn't make it
I'll be in last place, huh?


I will prove you wrong
I'ma do this till I'm dead

Oh, you think that you're so superior
It's time to show you I'm not inferior

I'm tired of looking for approval
I'm done with taking the beating
I worked harder for this than anyone
Whatever it takes 'till first place is won

I've made my move
The tables have turned
​I'm in the lead,
The one you had spurned

All those nights alone
They were the start of something great now
Here comes the shakedown



 

#QandAce

1. How would you describe yourself physically? Height, weight, features (such as dimples or beauty marks), colors? 
Hmm.. sorry, I'm gonna pass on this one for privacy's sake :)

2. Who are your top three biggest WtW inspirations? 
Quille and Paperbird are my top 2, I don't know who's 3rd. Honestly, there are way too many great people on this site to count :D

3. What's something you've been dying for people to know about you? Maybe something that everyone thinks about you that isn't true in the slightest? 
I write lots of sad poetry but I'm not sad myself. Also I often really like emotional scenes in my favorite movies/books, particularly ones that can bring me to tears. 

4. How many languages do you speak? Which ones? 
I speak English primarily, I know some Spanish but am not totally fluent, and I know a couple Japanese words here and there from anime :D

5. What are your aesthetics? Sunsets,...

Icarus #ghostlycontest

cross your heart and 
hope to fly
for if you don't
the sun will melt your
waxen dreams

and you'll fall down,
into the oceanic
abyss
of despair

so take the wings
you've made so carefully
and use them
before
it's too late. 

the wind took the leaf (and nobody noticed)

as i walk down the
street
the rain falls softly
all around me

d
r
i
p
p
i
n
g
off the sides of 
buildings

running in rivulets
off my umbrella

soaking
that homeless
man
sleeping on the 
bench
with a newspaper
over his head

i can't feel the chill
i have a heavy coat
and the freezing rain
hasn't touched my 
face
and the biting wind
hasn't seeped through my
scarf

but he is shivering
trembling like a leaf
about to break free
of its branch

in an instant
it could give up
let go
suddenly gone. 

would anybody
notice?
a leaf among thousands
would anybody realize
that it's already
gone?

 

melancholic beauty

brush the tears 
from off my cheeks
but maybe that's not 
what they were

perhaps they were raindrops
falling in a summer storm
maybe they were streaked down
leaves
rather than rosy skin

perhaps my cheeks are really
the heads of roses
and my hair is of spiderwebs
and i've just taken away
the morning dew
that decorated them
like drops of glass

maybe i messed up
some strange form of beauty
some melancholic twinkling
of the eye
by wiping away these tears

and maybe i just watched that
sad movie
because i wanted to cry
even though i knew not
why i wanted to 
in the first place

#N.Poetry Loneliness

looking through my bedroom window,
the frost obscures my vision-
or is it my tears?
no, it can't be, for
my tears have dried-
only pain remains.

they say parting
is such sweet sorrow

they're wrong.

i have said so many goodbyes,
watched friends breathe their last-

and it was never sweet. 

we won the war, but i lost everything.

loneliness is all that's left 
a building ache in my heart,
so intense i want to scream
but all i can do is 
fall to my knees, fall to pieces

when i go outside,
i can hear their laughter
on the wind

it haunts me

i feel a soft hand-
my sister's-
in mine

vivid memory, phantom pain

i can't bear it.
it hurts more than anything, this horrible loneliness
but if i leave my solitude
i'm sure the ghosts will destroy me
from the inside out

they already have. 
 

#N.Poetry Loneliness

looking through my bedroom window,
the frost obscures my vision-
or is it my tears?
no, it can't be, for
my tears have dried
only pain remains.

they say parting
is such sweet sorrow

they're wrong.

i have said so many goodbyes,
watched friends breathe their last-

and it was never sweet. 

we won the war, but i lost everything.

loneliness is all that's left 
a building ache in my heart,
so intense i want to scream
but all i can do is 
fall to my knees, fall to pieces

when i go outside,
i can hear their laughter
on the wind

it haunts me

i feel a soft hand-
my sister's-
in mine

vivid memory, phantom pain

i can't bear it.
it hurts more than anything, this horrible loneliness
but if i leave my solitude
i'm sure the ghosts will destroy me
from the inside out

they already have. 
 

agony unheard

tears 
s l i d e
down my 
face 

a silent agony,
building in my
heart

a scream
t r a p p e d
in
my trembling
body

but they cannot
be released,
they cannot escape

like the tree 
in the forest
when it falls,
does it make a sound?

i'm alone
no-one's near
so how can i 
dare
to break this
silence?
nobody will
hear me 
anyways.

there's nothing
left,

they're all
gone.
blown a w a y
like leaves
on the wind

i wish i could 
catch them
hold them close
and never let go
but they've already
flown out of my
reach

and there's
nothing-

oh, how i
hate 
that word
oh, how it
torments me
day and night-

there's nothing
left 
for me. 


 

#N.Poetry Loneliness

looking through my bedroom window,
the frost obscures my vision
or is it my tears?
no, it can't be, for
my tears have dried
only pain remains.

they say parting
is such sweet sorrow

they're wrong.

i have said so many goodbyes,
watched friends breathe their last-

and it was never sweet. 

we won the war, but i lost everything.

loneliness is all that's left 
a building ache in my heart,
so intense i want to scream
but all i can do is 
fall to my knees, fall to pieces

when i go outside,
i can hear their laughter
on the wind

it haunts me

i feel a soft hand-
my sister's-
in mine

vivid memory, phantom pain

i can't bear it.
it hurts more than anything, this horrible loneliness
but if i leave my solitude
i'm sure the ghosts will destroy me
from the inside out

they already have. 
 

At Home

At Home with my Brother

Home is many places for me: music, family, friends, God. But for the sake of this prompt, I'll relate the feeling to my older brother. We've been best friends since I can remember. Talking about something we mutually love, or even just being with him makes me feel comforted. It was sort of funny, actually; you'd think I had some weird sort of separation anxiety or something when he was away from the house for hours out of my day. I myself never noticed the difference between while my brother was away and when he came back, but the rest of my family certainly did. When he'd come back, I just wanted to be around him. 
    So of everything that makes me feel at home, I chose my brother to write about. He's the easiest example to write about, and I hope he always stays that way. I couldn't imagine my life without him, and I don't want...

#questionsthatneedanswers

Did you ever have that moment when you realized that you could've taken the easy way instead is suffering? Was your suffering worth it? 
Hmm... no...?

What's your favorite time of day?
Good question! I think I'd have to say sunset, or midnight. 

What's the saddest word in the English language? Why?
Despair. Losing all hope is just too much to bear. That or loneliness. 

Do you ever have that feeling you're being watched as you write your stories?
Maybe.. more so when I'm playing games.

How do you feel about the number 7?
I actually quite like it, for my own reasons which I will not disclose :) 

Celebrity crush-Go!
None. Nada. Never had any!

Are aliens real? Or it's all a myth?
O.O I don't know. What are you talking about? Why would I know such a thing? heh.. heheh... eh...

What movie was the worst display of it's book? Why?
PERCY JACKSON. ALL THE WAY. There...

even the medic couldn't fix his own broken heart (FRIEND)

For your sake I would fight
like you did for me

Right until my very last breath
you're going to take yours soon,
aren't you?


I don't know what I'd do without you 
but i'm forced to find out

Even all my efforts can't save you now, though
i know it's too late- 
i'm a medic, after all,
i should be used to 
bitter irony and 
tortured weeping


No, it's too painful to bear- you can't die, not now-
my chest is tight
sobs rising in my throat


Don't go, please don't leave me here alone-
the line went flat
you're dead, friend-
and so's my heart.

 

#bigcolor White

white are the piano keys
that my fingers dance upon
every note i press down
gives life to the empty oblivion
of the air
though possessing none
themselves.

spaced between the black sharps and flats
the stark keys stand out from the 
darkness of the piano
yet their notes capture attention
more than their color
and the swiftness with which they can be played
is more praised than their glossy sheen

and so the white rectangles produce
a melody
gentle and graceful as moonbeams
Wandering over and across the snowy landscape
and beautiful as the winter sky

but the white keys themselves
are not praised
though they are life-givers,
they go unheeded
for it is not the keys that people
care for the most
it is the melody that can flow from them

so though they give life to the
empty oblivion
of the air
they yet possess none
themselves

#bigcolor White

white are the piano keys
that my fingers dance upon
every note i press down
gives life to the empty oblivion
of the air
though possessing none
themselves.

spaced between the black sharps and flats
the stark keys stand out from the 
darkness of the piano
yet their notes capture attention
more than their color
and the swiftness with which they can be played
is more praised than their glossy sheen

and so the white rectangles produce
a melody
gentle and flowing as moonbeams
Wandering over and across the snowy landscape
and beautiful as the winter sky

but the white keys themselves
are not praised
though they are life-givers,
they go unheeded
for it is not the keys that people
care for the most
it is the melody that can flow from them

so though they give life to the
empty oblivion
of the air
they yet possess none
themselves

even the medic couldn't fix his own broken heart (FRIEND)

For your sake I would fight
like you did for me

Right until my very last breath
you're going to take yours soon,
aren't you?


I don't know what I'd do without you 
but i'm forced to find out

Even all my efforts can't save you now, though
i know it's too late- 
i'm a medic, after all,
i should be used to 
bitter irony and 
tortured sobs


No, it's too painful to bear- you can't die, not now-
my chest is tight
sobs rising in my throat


Don't go, please don't leave me here alone-
the line went flat
you're dead, friend-
and so's my heart.

 

#capitallettersq&a


WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE? 
To glorify God!

WHAT’S YOUR GUILTY PLEASURE? 
Umm... idk... I like sad instrumental songs.

DESCRIBE YOURSELF PHYSICALLY. (POSITIVITY AND HONESTY IS KEY)  (courtesy of she’s-got-a-story) 
I'm not gonna do this one, for anonymity's sake :)

SHOULD PINEAPPLE BE ON PIZZA? (courtesy of moi and every q&a i’ve ever done) 
I don't really care. I mean, I've had it on it before, and it tastes fine, but it's not my favorite way to eat pizza.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF SOUL MATES? (courtesy of lasl) 
Well, I guess if you mean that God meant for people to meet, then I suppose it's possible.

WHAT ARE SOME WORDS THAT YOU REALLY LIKE / USE OFTEN? 
I like the words "pseudonym", "shatter", and "twilight" and I used to say the words "huzzah" and "preposterous" a lot XD 

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE SONG LYRICS? (INCLUDE THE LYRICS) (courtesy of rainandsonder) 
Wow, this is hard. So many songs I...

Soldier Breaks

Going off to war, this soldier
Left behind his family
As a boy, dreamed of growing up
No restraints or childish mistakes
But now he's grown and now he sees
It's not all it was said to be

Another day fighting
For his country's sake
How much pain can one boy take?

Another hard battle,
Lives always at stake
How much till this one boy breaks? 

Bloody days dawn, intense and horrific
Bullets pierce the strongest shields
He's on the losing side, he knows
But he can't go back, it's too late now
​Shotgun fire and muddy fields
Neither side will ever yield

Another day fighting
For his country's sake
How much pain can one boy take?

Another hard battle,
Lives always at stake
How much till this one boy breaks?

He watches the sun as it 
Falls behind the mountainside
Blood is running down his chest
A fragment wound is his demise
He was never the type to run...

Soldier Breaks

Going off to war, this soldier
Left behind his family
As a boy, dreamed of growing up
No restraints or childish mistakes
But now he's grown and now he sees
It's not all it was said to be

Another day
For his country's sake
How much pain can one boy take?

Another battle,
Lives at stake
How much till this one boy breaks? 

Bloody days dawn, intense and horrific
Bullets pierce the strongest shields
He's on the losing side, he knows
But he can't go back, it's too late now
​Shotgun fire and muddy fields
Neither side will ever yield

Another day
For his country's sake
How much pain can one boy take?

Another battle,
Lives at stake
How much till this one boy breaks?

He watches the sun as it 
Falls behind the mountainside
Blood is running down his chest
A fragment wound is his demise
He wasn't the type to run and hide-
But he's leaving behind a...

#standalonedialogue PLOT TWIST

"Is there nothing you can do, detective?"

"Sorry, but your daughter can't have survived falling off that cliff."

"Do you know how it happened?"

"I found a gun and signs of a struggle."

"Will you search for the killer?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I'm the killer. And you're the next to die." 

Naruto Rewrite of Demons by Imagine Dragons

When the days are cold
And the glares all fold
And the heroes we see
Are all made of stone
When our dreams all fail
And the ones they hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood runs stale

I wanna hide the truth 
I wanna shelter you
But with this fox inside
There's nowhere I can hide

No matter what I do
I will not give up too
It's where my demon hides...

At the ninja's call
It's the last of all
When the light fades out
All the evil crawls
So they dug my grave
But this masquerade
Will be torn apart
By the mess I make

Don't want to let you down
But I am fox-bound
Though this was all for you
They still hate me, the proof

No matter what I do
I will not give up too 
It's where my demon hides
It's where my demon hides

When you feel my heat 
Look into...

#bigcolor White

white are the piano keys
that my fingers dance upon
every note i press down
gives life to the empty oblivion
of the air
though possessing none
themselves.

spaced between the black sharps and flats
the stark keys stand out from the 
darkness of the piano
yet their notes capture attention
more than their color
and the swiftness with which they can be played
is more praised than their glossy sheen

and so the white rectangles produce
a melody
gentle and flowing as the summer breeze
and beautiful as the winter sky

but the white keys themselves
are not praised
though they are life-givers,
they go unheeded
for it is not the keys that people
care for the most
it is the melody that can flow from them

so though they give life to the
empty oblivion
of the air
they yet possess none
themselves

the music does not describe my personality

the music i play in my headphones
sing the tune of
everywhere in the house
and anytime during the day

i can't help but wonder
if you heard it
how would you think
i feel?
much of what i listen to
could be called depressing

but if you saw me
and judged not on my
musical preferences
but on my expressions 
and true emotions
you'd tell me i'm the opposite

isn't it strange

i, who laughs so hard
she cries
i, who smiles
so much
she's known for it

isn't it strange
that i love the sweet
melancholy
of the music i often
listen to? 

i think it is that i love
emotion
and so i turn to the songs
that express it well

for the depth of the sounds
the woodwinds, strings, and piano
and perhaps the occasional voice
make together
seem to me
a moonlit lullaby
the smell of cherry blossoms 
on a gentle wind
the spray of...

#ForgivenessFGE the meaning of the phrase

forgiveness.
such a simple word that has
so many different meanings

sometimes there's the type
where you forgive but don't forget
you truly do mean it when you say
that you have forgiven them
but nevertheless, you never 
see them in quite the same way
ever again

or there's the type
that says the same as the last
yet secretly harbors
resentment 
and can't help but 
remember that wrong they did to you
every time you see their face

it's so diverse
the word can be meaningful
or empty

it can be absolute
as in
i really do forgive you
let's move past this, shall we?
and then you go on how you
used to be
before the incident

but then
then there's God's forgiveness
so overwhelming, the thought
that He could forgive me-

i am one who has lied and hurt people
a person who should be going to hell-

(they say life's not fair,
but i'm glad it's...

Book Review Competition 2019

An Unusual Story

    "Stay back, human. You don't know what you're dealing with." When us readers come across a book from the fantasy and action/adventure genres, we tend to find that the main character is obnoxious, hot-tempered, and sort of stupid. But this book delivers a protagonist who's quite different from the stereotypical one. If you enjoyed books such as Harry Potter and Percy Jackson but are tired of the same old character flaws, you would love Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer. How is the protagonist different than any other you've read about before? That's what I aim to explain. 
  Artemis Fowl II, the main character, is a twelve-year-old genius. Now, this might not seem like too much of a stretch, considering that a lot of characters are special in their own ways. Some can do powerful magic and some are great at fighting, etc. However, rather than the emotional, reckless people that you usually read about, Artemis is cold,...

light the shadows

light up the shadows of my soul
for i have not the
match
to spark the flame
myself. 

 

wish you were here

do you weep for me, friend?
is that why the skies are clouding
and rain is
dripping
onto my face, and
sliding
over my cheeks
replacing the
tears
i have already 
spent? 

are you watching me?
i who am 
cradled
in the roots of this
ancient tree,
its branches 
swaying 
in the wind

we used to 
climb
this willow,
you and i 
we used to slide down
till we sat at the 
base
of this tree
and there find the place
where we belonged

together to the end,
we always said
in the simpler times
in the happier times
but those days are gone.

the end has come
for you

and now i'm left
alone

do you weep for me, friend?

raindrops as tears
on my cheeks

are you there, wishing you could comfort me?

and the weeping willow
my only companion

do you watch from above, my guardian angel?

i wish you were here.

 

Lyrics of Comraderie (For TheLittlePenguin's Contest)

We might be the outsiders
The kids in the dark
We're walking the wire
So take it in but don't look down
Legends never die

With our backs to the wall
Under lights, nowhere to hide
There's nothing left to say now
The kids aren't alright
Sleep for today, but tomorrow we fight

"In the end, it doesn't even matter"
It's a feeling you get when you can't find your way
So prove yourself and rise
When you've been fighting for it all your life
Surely heaven waits for you

We'll never get free,
So far from home
The blame is mine alone
Oh, everything's a mess
I'm so sorry

Waking up at the start of the end of the world
All around me are familiar faces
We might be the first to fall
We'll go down in history
Standing in the hall of fame

I'm a goner
I'm bleeding out for you,
Nobody can save me now
So fill...

#wackywords Catching a bus to find myself again

i cannot decipher your 
unceasing serenity

i who am forever doomed
to rove the earth 
to never have a true home
am not capable of having
even an inkling
of what it is to be 
loved and cared for
to be at peace 
to not be 
lost in this solitude
as i have been
all the days of my life

i must be the one
who will always catch the bus
all the time going
farther away
from where i want to be
 i must do it
because you won't

when i look into the mirror
i see you by my side
yet when i smash your image
trying to rid myself
of your unnerving presence
only a shard of glass
remains
for you are only my reflection
you are only a misconception

i suppose you must be
transcendent 
how could i have expected
less
from one so calm and 
happy? 

you are only a figment 
of my imagination
only...

Love in Words

Love is not selfish

Dear little cousins,

It's been a while since I've seen you, huh? I've thought about you guys, and how I miss you. I haven't gone over to your house to help watch you in ages! I've watched you grow up; you've always been cheerful little kids with high-pitched voices and bright smiles. I love playing with you, and giving you hugs. We have a bond, you know? One that I don't think will ever break. But even so, I feel like things have changed. When we see you at church, it seems like you just want to play with my little sister. I can't help but feel a little left out, remembering how you used to play with me so often, and now you pay more attention to her. But I don't want to love you selfishly. I've read "Until We Have Faces" by C.S. Lewis, and I know that's not how I want to love others. It's hard to...

#supposedtobe Trust

how can i 
trust
you
ever again?

you were 
once
my beloved friend,
you were
once
my comrade in arms

but you would...
you would toss that away?
how could you be so-
so cruel?

i can't bear it
i never thought-
i never
wanted to believe-
that you would betray us
for money

for money.
is that all i ever 
meant
to you?

would you stoop
so low
to fulfill your 
mercenary needs? 

i thought you were 
better
than that,

i really did.
i didn't want it to be true

and now you
have the nerve
to come running
back to me

and i've tried to forgive you
believe me, i have
but i don't know if i can
ever 
forget
what you did to us

this is a time of war
and you led my men-
they trusted you 
into a planned ambush
i trusted you
that you knew about 

and how can i ever
believe someone,  ...

Alone

you're lonely
so utterly
lonely

and it hurts inside
it cuts you deep
but you won't show it

it's a hollowness
that won't go away
it can't be ignored
even though being
ignored
is its cause

so you stay
silent
still
you sit there
telling yourself that
you don't mind
what do you care?
what do you 
care?

too much.
more than
they can imagine

but silent and still
you remain
because what's changed
why would they like you now?
because when have they
ever cared?
when has anyone?

so you feel
so terribly
lonely
no relief from this
ache inside your heart
an earthquake to your
barren field
shaking it apart, tearing
it in two
but it won't stop
and there's no end

please, you beg
don't let me-
this darkness overwhelms,
i can't keep going,
so alone-
don't let me
drown in this
inky oblivion

i know it hurts
it cuts you deep inside
but you won't let...

panic attack

quick and fast, 
my chest rises
up and down
shuddering gasps

t r e m b l i n g
h a n d s

tug at my hair, 
where's my sanity?
what's happening
to me?

panic

attack


stopstopstop
pleasenonotagain

but it's too late

drop to a 
c r o u c h
shaking
heaving
head between
my knees, 
now
breathe 
in 
out
in

why 
why me
what happened to
trigger this
i don't know
and i hate not knowing

waiting for it to
pass
w a i t
p
a
t
i
e
n
c
e

the storm can break-
will break

but until then
my breath is short
my hands tremble
chest heaves

and i
succumb
to the terror
 

Solitude

don't leave me to this
darkness i've become
don't let me fall into
this grave that i have dug
because sometimes i need
a light
shining through the black
sometimes i need
a trusted friend
for they can pull me back

i've been here so long, enshrouded
in this terrifying emptiness
this loneliness has surrounded 
don't leave me here alone
because i think you might be 
the only one left
who can see what i am
and who i used to be 
who knows there's someone
still worth saving
that something's left of me

so pull me from this
nothingness i've become
save me from this darkness inside
i've fallen so, so far
but you know what i've been through
you know what it's like
and that gives you the strength
to save me from this silence,
this solitude that kills me
from the inside out,
poisoned heart
it strikes so silently

save me from what i've become
i'm falling...

Daydream

tired eyes
2 A.M.
and i
can't
sleep

the sun
will rise
from the 
dark abyss
but i
can't 
sleep

for all 
the thoughts
that
turn in my head
for all the 
words
that went unsaid
as i'm lying here
insomniac
inside my bed
i can't
believe
that you are dead

and all i do 
is daydream,
just daydream

remember
times when you
were here

and they scream
stop it
or you'll drown

but i'm lost
in the riptide
and it's
pulling me under

stop it
or you'll drown

but i don't know
how to swim

all i ever
think about
is you
what would i
give,
what would i
do
just to hold
you
one more time
just to give you
a goodbye

and all i do
is daydream,
just daydream

think of all
the moments
we could've
shared 

they all
scream
that it's just
wishful thinking

they want me
to
let go
but then of course,
they just...

Eyes of Stars and Hearts of Words

our eyes are full of stars
for in the stars 
we see hope 
that we could be 
great
and that we're
not alone

for among the stars
we are but one
shining light

yet there are countless
people
just like us
and so we feel 
connected 
like a constellation
comfort found in 
community

and our hearts are made of 
pages, torn and 
ripped to shreds
with only a word,
maybe a phrase
to decorate their
smudged faces 

for those ripped pages
with their little quotes
have delved deep into our
minds,
and found a place
for new meaning

like an offhand remark
that hits so deep
you can't believe
they don't know you
inside and out

that's what words
mean to us
for in those shreds
we found words 
pieced together,
stitched together
in a way that understood us
in a way that we never could
but always wanted to

writers' eyes
are full of stars
and writers' hearts
are...

When Angels Fly

Comrade, I sit here
Your head in my lap
Blood runs down, crimson tears
Dripping onto your face, but
I don't care
And neither do you
Because you're dead.

Jenny, he's here, you know
Here among the fallen
I know you told him not to go
Not to come fight this war
But that doesn't change the fact
That your husband's here.
But maybe I'm wrong
Maybe he's not here anymore
Not his soul, for
He's passed away
From this wicked world.

This is the day when angels fly,
This is the day we say goodbye,
And souls take flight
When soldiers die

Silently grieving,
I brush your eyes closed
Once bright, now dull and unseeing
Never to stare at the sky again
Never to see your daughter's face
Never to see your wife's smile
Will you watch over them, friend?
I know you'd want to,
Though it would only bring you pain

This is the day when angels fly, ...

Winners of January WTW Competition??

Hey, have they announced the winners of the January competition yet? Am I missing something?

Invisible Cities

Alyahli: City of Mysteries

Alyahli: City of the jungle, hidden in the trees

Nobody knows when Alyahli came into existence. For as long as anyone can remember, it simply was. The people living in it make their homes in the branches, and the houses have no walls or doors, no ceilings or windows. For they live among the trees. The canopy provides protection from rain, and the vines drooping down from branches above serve as transportation. They need no ladders, for the people of Alyahli never descend. This is what makes them so dangerous and so resourceful. For if you plan to rob the Alyahlites, beware. They have grown skilled in guerrilla warfare, and so are skilled in silent and unexpected attacks from above. How did they get iron to make arrowheads? Who knows.

For Alyahli has always been present, as long as anyone can remember. And if they got iron somehow, believe me, it's none of our business. After all, they guard...

Masks and Screens

it's interesting, 
isn't it?
how when i'm
putting on a 
mask
when i try to 
be
someone else
people read
my work

and of course,
they read
even if i'm showing 
my real self
if just for a minute,
a flicker before i 
close the blinds
once more

and i don it
this mask,
this pseudonym
for i wish to remain
anonymous
though not unknown

like an actress
when do you see
her real personality
when she always acts
like someone else?

but perhaps
you know me by the 
face
behind the screen
for even a mask
cannot conceal the fact
that there is a person 
behind it

i wonder
would you be surprised
by me
if you met me
face to face?

Traveller

The weary traveler, so
Disheartened, wishing
To be done
With his journey
Yet he runs on,
Through forest and 
River, over
Bridges and hills

But why?
Why does he run,
And what does he have
To run for? 

Perhaps he runs away
Leaving behind the
Life of before
And trying to find
A place to call home

Perhaps he runs to
Rather than from
Towards a safe haven
Where he may find rest
Where his hopes and dreams
May blossom and grow

Yet he's so tired
Why does he continue on?
Why doesn't he just
Give 
Up?
Believe me, he's 
Considered it
Often enough

Maybe I could live
Alone,
He thinks
Among the wolves 
Beneath the leaves

But I can't,
He knows
For if he gives up
If he leaves behind
The one thing left
That's important to him
He won't know how to
Find meaning in his
Meager life
For it's kept him going
All these years,
And to...

Guilt

guilt-
a tormentor,
torturer, 
it plagues and ravages
and i should know
because i was its victim

i was breaking,
broken
every smash against the
glass
was my own doing
my past haunted me,
a dark shadow
for hours i could shake it
but it was always there

tears in the
night,
a thousand prayers for forgiveness
a million thoughts of repentance

and yet it wouldn't end

i could still be happy
it didn't take that from
me, but
sometimes
unexpectedly
it would strike
a sudden memory
flitting across my mind
remember how you hurt him?
break, crack

shatter

and the pieces that were left,
thousands of fragments,
razor sharp- 
to touch them is
pain
and to see them is 
shame 

and so i broke
so many nights,
so much guilt
pain tearing at my 
chest, 
wanting to explode but
trapped
within myself

yet finally, 
i don't remember when
it happened,
for the guilt 
lasted so long that
i can't...

The Fight for Joy

walls of ice melt
when summer comes
and a heart of stone
can soften

but what can be done
when the work of the sun
can't penetrate this
coffin?

it doesn't have to be this way
you can live to see the light of day
just don't give up 
and don't forget

maybe you feel like love is dead
you're alive, but your heart is as heavy as lead
but Jesus is with you, and you're not alone
don't give up on love just yet

and i know it's hard when you're being ignored
when turned away by the ones you adored
but this isn't the end of your story
and hope can bloom, though watered by tears

love has not abandoned you
and this is a season that you can pull through
Jesus loves you, i know this to be true
 He's a friend who's with you through the years

so don't give up on searching for the sun ...

A Heart, Breaking

a flurry of tears-
drip, drop
onto the page,
quiet sobs
silent,
shaking shoulders
unnoticed, 
for-

don't you
know?

a heart breaking
is the
quietest
sound
in the world

We Aren't They

We love the stories
Of prodigies and genii
Of the superhuman superheroes
Flying in the sky

We're glad for peace,
For time to rest
Yet deep, deep down
We wish we were they, the very best

We'd give anything
Just to be in their place
To be the hero fighting the battles
To meet our foes, face to face

We wish we were the ninja,
So we'd be silent and skilled
We wish we were warriors
So our quests could be fulfilled

They're so brave, so strong
So courageous and talented
It makes us jealous, I think
But we don't resent it

We know in our hearts
That nobody wants a never-ending fight
And those heroes are broken and hurting inside
Often, nobody's there to help with their plight

Yet still-
We are drawn to their stories
We wish we were there
To be them with their glories

But we aren't
They.
Yet how we wish we were,
Even for...

Braid

Harmony strands
Braided, twisted through and
Into
The melody,
Shaded and 
Colored
As yellow,
Past happiness,
As blue,
Present woe,
As red,
Jealous anger,
As green,
Wistful wishes

For colors are emotion
In this complex braid of 
Notes,
Melodic, harmonic
Music
And every trill, every
Word 
Must be woven in,
Until a masterpiece forms
 

The Right to Life

Stop associating abortion with women's rights. This is not a political battle, as it was when the right to vote was at stake. This is an intense fight for life as we know it. Whether or not you believe me, and whether or not you care, children are dying. We are letting the unborn die, and this is wrong. Why are we allowing this?  

Do you want to talk about supporting women's rights? Sure. 
I support the rights of the unborn women, the rights that are being taken away. We talk of how women should be treated with respect. We ask for rights. So why don’t we protect the ones in the womb? Why haven’t we respected them, the women who would’ve been our future? We tell everyone, we can be great, powerful leaders, so give us a chance! But we are taking that chance away from the ones who have yet to be born. The ones...

Who am I?

look at me
tell me who i am
tell me who i can be
because i don't know
who this person,
this one in the mirror,
is
anymore,
because it's 
certainly
not
me.


this-
this stranger
this doppelganger
can't be me
can it?
surely i'm not this person
i don't have those 
half-moons
under my eyes
my shoulders aren't
slumped
and my cheeks
are not wet
with these tears.

no.
who is this person?
this one i'm staring at
because it's not
me. 

it's not like me to 
cry
like this
it's not my way of 
dealing
with things
or is it?

is it?

i think,
i think
maybe
i don't know
who
i am 
anymore. 

i walk alone.

i am walking in the woods-
alone, perchance
for i want no company
but my own
and the leaves and nettles
want none but me

for this is my forest
the ferns know me
and the birds are not afraid
they don't fly away
in my presence

and i know the trees
i know their rough bark
the way the moss grows
on them
i know the flowers
they bloom this time of
year,
you know

but you wouldn't.

because i walk alone
in these woods
for i want no company
but my own
and the leaves and nettles
want none but me. 

 

rain

rain.

my head uplifted,
face tilted towards the
clouds
slight curve,
smile?
frown?
who knows

refreshing,
renewing,
rain.

coursing over my face,
running in rivulets over my
cheeks
seeking out the
ravines, the
hills, the
cliffs
of my face
running, dripping
into my eyes,
deep, dark ebony
eyes,
but i don't care

rain,
flow over me
restore me

through my hair,
now damp with
droplets
soaking wet
clothing
for i sit 
in the rain

but i want to be here
so what does it matter
if i get a little wet?
 

#cliffhangerqueencontest They Are Coming

    A deep, menacing laugh sounds from somewhere behind me. I want to run, my legs pumping as fast as my heart is, but I find myself frozen to the spot.  I want to scream, but I have no voice. Encircling me are the woods, and out of the brush come wolves. Huge, gray ones who're snarling and snapping. They're coming closer, but then a man appears. Strangely enough, I'm not surprised that they don't attack him. I almost feel as if I know him from somewhere... 
    "Hello, Lily," He said, his voice grating and foreign. I winced; it sounded like nails scraping across cement. "So... good to see you again." The wolves stopped coming closer, and began to whimper and whine, their tails between their legs. He walked towards me until he was mere inches from my face, and I flinched. He saw my reaction and laughed, his steel grey eyes glinting. A hunter watching his...

rain

rain.

my head uplifted,
face tilted towards the
clouds
slight curve,
smile?
frown?
who knows

refreshing,
renewing,
rain.

coursing over my face,
running in rivulets over my
cheeks
seeking out the
ravines, the
hills, the
cliffs
of my face
running, dripping
into my eyes,
deep and dark
but i don't care

rain,
flow over me
restore me

through my hair,
now damp with
droplets
soaking wet
clothing
for i sit 
in the rain

but i want to be here
so what does it matter
if i get a little wet?
 

Life As We Know It

Oh, take a look at our society
Where death is becoming the norm
Watch as pink lights up the sky
And fear takes the world by storm

We're afraid of unwanted circumstances
We shun responsibility
When life throws us any curve balls,
We run, calling it "sensibility"

If you want people to stop
Treating you like young children
My answer to you?
Stop acting like them, then!

You tell me
You're not ready yet
Should you cower in fear, then?
Or will you stand, challenges met?

No.
You have shrunken away
You have let the fears overcome
You have hidden from the light of day.

Set in your ignorance
Will you sink
You still have time to change
Or will you swim?

David was a young man,
He killed a lion and a bear
He faced off against a giant
With courage, without despair

So take heed, all of you!
See what we're becoming
Dystopian future's looking more inevitable
And...

Life As We Know It

Oh, take a look at our society
Where death is becoming the norm
Watch as pink lights up the sky
And fear takes the world by storm

We're afraid of unwanted circumstances
We shun responsibility
When life throws us any curve balls,
We run, calling it "sensibility"

If you want people to stop
Treating you like young children
My answer to you?
Stop acting like them, then!

You tell me
You're not ready yet
Should you cower in fear, then?
Or will you stand, challenges met?

No.
You have shrunken away
You have let the fears overcome
You have hidden from the light of day.

Set in your ignorance
Will you sink
You still have time to change
Or will you swim?

David was a young man,
He killed a lion and a bear
He faced off against a giant
With courage, without despair

So take heed, all of you!
See what we're becoming
The Giver's looking more inevitable
And...

Life As We Know It

Oh, take a look at our society
Where death is becoming the norm
Watch as pink lights up the sky
And fear takes the world by storm

We're afraid of unwanted circumstances
We shun responsibility
When life throws us any curve balls,
We run, calling it "sensibility"

If you want people to stop
Treating you like young children
My answer to you?
Stop acting like them, then!

You tell me
You're not ready yet
Should you cower in fear, then?
Or will you stand, challenges met?

No.
You have shrunken away
You have let the fears overcome
You have hidden from the light of day.

Set in your ignorance
Will you sink
You still have time to change
Or will you swim?

David was a young man,
He killed a lion and a bear
He faced off against a giant
With courage, without despair

So take heed, all of you!
See what we're becoming
The Giver's looking more inevitable
And...

Growing up

Darling, please don't tell me
You wish you were grown-up already
Enjoy your innocence
Enjoy your time
As long as you can

For the world, 
Oh the world can be cruel
And people can be too 
And one day soon,
I know
I know you'll be telling me
Mama, I wish I were young again
I wish life weren't so hard
And I wish I didn't have so much work
And I'll just sit there, crying with you
Because there's nothing I can do

So let me enjoy your hugs
And the kisses on my cheek
Enjoy the sweetness of life
Enjoy the butterflies in the meadow, and 
The time you have to play
For I don't want to see you grown-up already
And feeling crushed by the world
When it drives you to your knees

And yet growing up isn't always so bad
You can retain your sweet nature,
People can be kind too
The world is not always...

A Thousand lives

I so often write
From another perspective
I might seem deflective
Of the me in real life

But really I think
I just want to live a thousand times
All in the span of some rhythm and rhymes
All in the span of my poetry and prose

And yes,
I've lived my own life too,
But now I want to experiment with something new
I want to capture how people feel

I write of soldiers,
Of wars I've never seen
I write of places and worlds where I've never been
In these moments, I live through the eyes of another

I want to understand emotions,
I'll try to portray a daughter who's grieving,
Perhaps guilt can be seen in a pickpocket's thieving,
Exercises for me, to feel these things

And if I write
Of what I've never known,
Of memories that were never my own,
It's because a writer lives a thousand lives

And I intend to do so.

A Thousand lives

I so often write
From another perspective
I might seem deflective
Of the me in real life

But really I think
I just want to live a thousand times
All in the span of some rhythm and rhymes
All in the span of my poetry and prose

And yes,
I've lived my own life too,
But now I want to experiment with something new
I want to capture how people feel

I write of soldiers,
Of wars I've never seen
I write of places and worlds where I've never been
In these moments, I live through the eyes of another

I want to understand emotions,
I'll try to portray a daughter who's grieving,
Perhaps guilt can be seen in a pickpocket's thieving,
Exercises for me, to feel these things

And if I write,
Of what I've never known,
Of memories that were never my own,
It's because a writer lives a thousand lives

And I intend to do so.

Books on our Heads

And so she balanced the book on her head-
The princess, yes it is she
For she wanted to walk and to find where it led
The path whose existence was not there to see
And she wanted to live, and she's not stone dead
Not underneath this old willow tree
But the image, it grew, and it fed and it fed
On all her perfection anxiety

And so she walked, the book stationary 
Yet her shoulders were shaking, and she knew not why
And so she wept, yet she'd never tarry
Her mind was blue, as blue as the sky
To find a lonely nook and cranny, for she's wary 
She mustn't let them see her cry 
No, she mustn't let them, they thought her merry
She mustn't let them hear her sigh

And so it fell, and down it goes
Her head has drooped, no more pretending
The book isn't found buried under the snow 
And finally, for...

To Live for Christ

The world keeps on spinning,
Going round and round,
But it stops at the sight
And at the very sound
Of a revolution.

When you cry out,
Does it hear your voice?
When you fight for what's right,
When you finally make your choice
Watch as the world pauses in its tracks

A revelation to change everything
To change all you know
But to the ends of the earth your quest may take you,
Are you willing to go? 
Are you willing to live for Christ?

Persecution, culture, Satan against us,
But when God protects us, whom shall we fear?
And when we venture into the unknown,
God's always near
We're in the world, but not of it

Forgiveness and love our anthem,
Joy is our battle cry
Jesus our Lord and Savior,
Satan we defy
And we won't break, no we won't break

Torture me, kill me, throw me in jail
The martyrs of old shall be my example ...

Books on our Heads

And so she balanced the book on her head-
The princess, yes it is she
For she wanted to walk and to find where it led
The hidden path whose existence was not there to see
And she wanted to live, and she's not stone dead
Not underneath this old willow tree
But the image, it grew, and it fed and it fed
On all her perfection anxiety

And so she walked, the book stationary 
Yet her shoulders were shaking, and she knew not why
And so she wept, yet she'd never tarry
Her mind was blue, as blue as the sky
To find a lonely nook and cranny, for she's wary 
She mustn't let them see her cry 
No, she mustn't let them, they thought her merry
She mustn't let them hear her sigh

And so it fell, and down it goes
Her head has drooped, no more pretending
The book isn't found buried under the snow 
And finally,...

Strike

For Those Who Can't Speak

If there was any reason for me to walk out of school, it'd be the issue of abortion. I want to fight against pro-choice laws, and I want to debate with people who believe that abortion is alright, because it's not. We are losing lives here, and there's not much I can do, but I want to help in the cause anyway I can. If we don't change something, fast, this matter could become even harder to combat; we need to act before time runs out. At this point, these decisions that could affect life as we know it (and are taking lives as we know it) are partially in the hands of the leaders of our countries, partially in the hands of us individually, and I pray to God that we make the right choice; the unborn are being killed, and they are innocent human beings who can't speak to us, so I want to stand up for them;...

After the War

I'm coming home,
And I can't wait to see
My darling girls
Waiting for me, and it's been
A long time, yeah a 
Long war
But I'm coming home
And that's all that matters

You're so grown up, 
My darling child, and
Oh, wife
How I've missed your beautiful
Smile, and it's been
A long wait to
See your faces
But it's all been worth it
To me,

And oh,
The war may have
Changed me, it will
Stay with me, the
Memories
Of pained cries
Plague me every night
But I'm here
I'm home
And you're safe
And that's all that ever
Mattered
To me. 
 

forever ends too soon (Original song)

Pre-chorus 1
you always said
"forever"
but forever ends too
soon.

Chorus 1
it's no fault of yours
that my tears flow,
that my
heart is broken in
two
but you're dead
and you're gone
no, forever ends too
soon.

Verse 1
you were my one constant
but death steals in an instant
unseeing eyes and
heartbroken cries

Prechorus 2 pt 1
and you always said
"I'll never leave you"
but never comes to
ruin

Pre-chorus 2 pt 2
and everybody says i
need to let go, but i can't,
i'm just holding on tight
to a dead lifeline

Chrous 2
it's no fault of yours
that my tears pour
but you're no longer
by my side
i miss you every
day and night 
i think i'm losing
this weary fight
and "never" comes to 
ruin

Bridge
and yet i know you've always said,
"this ain't the last time i'll see you again"
so though i cry
and though i...

Perfection

surprise
drawing oxygen
straight out of my lungs, as my
fingers
fly
of their own accord
grit my teeth
don't mess it up
it's working so far
don't overthink the fact that
your piano piece is perfect,
flawless
they would say
don't overthink the fact that
one slipping finger
would take that away

The Right to Life

Please. Stop associating abortion with women's rights. This is not like those times when the right to vote was at stake. This is an intense fight for life as we know it. Whether or not you believe me, and whether or not you care, it is. And out there, in our world, children are dying, do you hear their screams? Out there, we are letting the unborn die, and this is wrong. Why are we allowing this? 

Do you want to talk about supporting women's rights? Sure.
I support the rights of the unborn women, the rights that are being taken away. Think of all of them, the ones that have been deprived. "Women's rights". Think about it. What about the women who would've been our future, and are dead and gone now? The ones that were killed. Just because they are "bundles of cells", "can't live without the mother", "not human". I'm a bundle of cells. You are...

Film Review Competition 2019

A Hard and Dangerous Task

Peter Johnson did a dangerous thing. He took a book that was well-loved by fans everywhere and tried to turn it into a movie. We fans are very hard to please; I, for example, am often willing to nitpick about a very minor detail such as the color of a character’s hair. Well, I was impressed when I watched The Fellowship of the Ring Disc One: Extended Edition. This movie was produced by WingNut Films and The Paul Zaentz Company and was distributed by New Line Cinema (Wikipedia). Rewatching this movie, I was filled with nostalgia. I found few mistakes and many things to praise.
             The studio's interpretation of the book was beneficial to the story in many ways. The characters in this movie were well acted, portrayed, and costumed. Even the extras, regardless of whether they acted as random hobbits or if they were orcs, added much atmosphere and depth to the scenes. Both...

Film Review Competition 2019

A Hard and Dangerous Task

Peter Johnson did a dangerous thing (Wikipedia). He took a book that was well-loved by fans everywhere and tried to turn it into a movie. We fans are very hard to please; I, for example, am often willing to nitpick about a very minor detail such as the color of a character’s hair. Well, I was impressed when I watched The Fellowship of the Ring Disc One: Extended Edition. This movie was produced by WingNut Films and The Paul Zaentz Company and was distributed by New Line Cinema (Wikipedia). Rewatching this movie, I was filled with nostalgia. I found few mistakes and many things to praise.
             The studio's interpretation of the book was beneficial to the story in many ways. The characters in this movie were well acted, portrayed, and costumed. Even the extras, regardless of whether they acted as random hobbits or if they were orcs, added much atmosphere and depth to the scenes....

Film Review Competition 2019

A Hard and Dangerous Task

             Peter Johnson, the director of the Lord of the Rings DVD trilogy that came out in 2001-2003, did a dangerous thing (Wikipedia). He took a book that was well-loved by fans everywhere and tried to turn it into a movie. We fans are very hard to please; I, for example, am often willing to nitpick about a very minor detail such as the color of a character’s hair. Well, I was impressed when I watched The Fellowship of the Ring Disc One: Extended Edition. This movie was produced by WingNut Films and The Paul Zaentz Company and was distributed by New Line Cinema (Wikipedia). Rewatching this movie, I was filled with nostalgia. I found few mistakes and many things to praise.
                My first problem with the movie was Elijah Wood’s (Frodo’s) acting. Generally, he did a fine job. However, sometimes when he was supposed to be listening to another character talk, he would...

Adventure Awaits

I must away
Today
 My cloak, must don,
Before sun's gone
I must away
Today
 
Where will I go?
I don't yet know
 Perhaps to Araluen fair,
 Or Nihon-Ja, a war brews there
Where will I go?
I don't yet know
 
To Misty Mountains cold, I'll travel,
Or maybe I'll go fight a battle,
   An adventure still awaits
If I can just get past my gates
To Misty Mountains cold, I'll travel,
Or maybe I'll go fight a battle
 
I hear the rattle, hear the clatter
It's carriage wheels, while stones they batter
Ghost through London, shade, I am
 Hear Sherlock Holmes reveal a scam
I hear the rattle, hear the clatter,
It's carriage wheels, while stones they batter
 
My book I put down with a sigh
The journey's done, the candle dies
 Later, I will don my cloak
 And read beneath a mighty oak
My book I put down with a sigh
The journey's...

​Ring Around A Rosy, The King Lost His Crown


Ring around a rosy,
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down.
 
Ring around the palace
The faces full of malice
Ashes, ashes
The king lost his crown
 
Ring around the ruin
Smuggle refugees in
Through ashes, through ashes
Rebels are the town
 
Ring around the walls
The barricades, they fall
Ashes, ashes
The rebellion fell down
 
Ring around the fire
Long live our new sire
From ashes, from ashes
The good heir found his crown

Sorry We're Not Friends Anymore

It's been
3 weeks
Since we last
Spoke
I miss our
Chats
Over coffee
Well maybe,
I'm not good enough?

We were
Best friends forever
Until the end,
Well
I guess we hit
A barrier
In our path
And I'm left
With the aftermath

So I'm sorry
If it's my fault or
Something
I don't know what
I did, and
Why the silence,
What for?
Was I a bore?
But if I'm not 
Good enough
I just want you to be
Happy 

It's been 3 months since we
Texted, I
See you around
At school, yeah
Distant and laughing
With other friends, but
After all we've been through
What did I do
To be ignored by you?
Cause you might not care
Anymore
But I can't say the same

And I'm sorry
If it's my fault or
Something 
I don't know what
I did
And 
I just wanted you to
Know
If I'm not good
Enough
Then I hope you're
Happy
...

Sorry We're Not Friends Anymore

It's been
3 weeks
Since we last
Spoke
I miss our
Chats
Over coffee
Well maybe,
I'm not good enough?

We were
Best friends forever
Until the end,
Well
I guess we hit
A barrier
In our path
And I'm left
With the aftermath

So I'm sorry
If it's my fault or
Something
I don't know what
I did, and
Why the silence,
What for?
Was I a bore?
But if I'm not 
Good enough
I just want you to be
Happy 

It's been 3 months since we
Texted, I
See you around
At school, yeah
Distanced and laughing
With other friends, but
After all we've been through
What did I do
To be ignored by you?
Cause you might not care
Anymore
But I can't say the same

And I'm sorry
If it's my fault or
Something 
I don't know what
I did
And 
I just 
Wanted you to know
If I'm not good
Enough
Then I hope you're ...

ellie'sq&a

1. Why on Earth did you decide to do this q&a? 
Because you put an Artemis Fowl question in, and I almost never find Artemis Fowl fans!!
2. Yes/No: Hunger Games. Divergent. Harry Potter. Percy Jackson. 
Yes (not my favorite, but still good). The first book was good, but didn't read the others. YES YES
3. Have you ever read the Artemis Fowl series? (if you have, I love you) 
YESSS FELLOW FAN!!! I really think there should be a name for AF fans, like you have potterheads and stuff, but nothing for Artemis Fowl?
4. When you read a book that is later made into a movie, do you usually prefer the movie or the book? 
Book. Normally they change something in the movie and it makes me angry XD
5. Yankees or Red Sox?  
I don't know. I don't follow either, so I'll just choose both and go with that
6. Who are you rooting for to win...

Ask the Writer Answers

Here's the answers to the questions! If anybody wants me to answer any more questions, I'll answer in comments. This was really fun to write, thanks for participating!

 What inspired you to write? - Keyperofhearts
I think this one writing class about poetry especially helped me to write more, and to love poetry and such, although I think I've liked writing for a while.

What's your favorite music genre? - Keyperofhearts
This one's hard. I listen to a little bit of everything (except heavy metal). I would guess it's pop (?) but I really have no idea what to call it. In songs, the tune matters to me a lot, and I like songs with more melancholic tunes, which is why though I'm super happy I often listen to sad songs hehe. 

Space, mountains, sky, earth, oceans, volcanoes, tundras, glaciers, cities, open roads or beaches? And why? (You can pick as many as you want but try not to pick...

ask the writer (leave questions in comments)

So, got this idea from Paperbird. Go check that one out! Basically, the way this works is that you can ask me 1-3 questions in the comments (preferably not like what's your hair color, or how old are you b/c for anonymity's sake I don't really answer those) but I'll post a separate piece in a couple of days answering the ones I get. Have fun!

Eye of the Beholder

I see you in every face
If only I could have you back with me
No, your image never fades
But fate told us we weren't meant to be

Yeah, candles burn slow
But yours burned quick
A pen out of ink
A flower turned sick

And I feel your hand
As it rests on my shoulder
Phantom touches and imagined voices
But crazy's in the eye of the beholder

They say I have to
Just let you go
What a cruel thing to do,
Like you were never here, oh

Crazy's in the eye of the beholder
But your candle didn't burn slow 
I see you in every face, yeah
I'll never let you go 






 

The Lunar Eclipse

The moon
A blood moon,
They call it
A wolf moon

The star-filled sky
Haven't seen one like
This 
In ages

The cloudless night
The view of everything
The feeling of 
Seeing all there is in this brief clarity 

The freezing wind
Numbing my face
I love the feel of it 
I love how it sways the trees

If only I didn't shiver so

The deck,
Cold beneath
My bare feet
The view from it is inexpressible

If only I could do it justice

Stars shine bright
On this moonlit night
And the moon has turned to rust
Like ashes to ashes, and dust to dust

Let me savor this moment

Before my life continues
And before I feel warmth again
I want to feel the chill
I want the wind to flow around me

I don't want this
Feeling
To end. 
I want 
To feel
Alive.

 

Forget Me Not

Frailty embodied. My weak hands grasp yours
Others rush around me, but it's you I see
Remembering your wedding dress
Gasping, last breaths 
Ever slower pulse
The line goes flat.

Misty graveyard, folded flag
Even now, after all these years, you grieve.

No, I don't regret fighting to keep you and my country safe
Only the memories we never got to experience together
To spend my life with you, love, was all I ever wanted.

 

War

Verse 1
Maybe I'll just hide away,
Wait till it's all over
But it's never over
Please let it be over

Verse 2
Maybe I'll just say to you
It'll be okay, to you
Will it really ever be?
Once it's over, then we'll see

Pre-chorus
And maybe I just need to hear
Stay strong, it won't be long
Reinforcement's a-coming,
Redemption's a-coming,
Don't give up just yet

Chorus
So I'ma keep on fighting, I'll fight
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the age
Won't give up,
We'll never surrender
We'll fight till the end

Verse 3
The ammo's low,
We're running for the trenches,
Running out of time
The enemy's on us, oh

Verse 4 
Is anybody coming
We've given up hope 
The cavalry's deserted us
At least our death'll be glorious

Pre-chorus

Chorus

Bridge
And maybe I'll just run away,
The coward's way is the way to go,
But no,
I'll fight for you, ...

Natural Disaster


Not even the 
Purest
Snow
Can cover my mistakes

The rain,
However cleansing it may be,
Can't seem to 
Wash a  w  a   y
The blood
On my hands

And I'm tired of the
Despair
That follows me
Relentlessly

Like a natural disaster
They breathe a sigh of relief
When I'm
Gone

Oh, maybe I'll just run away
Maybe I can let myself
Blow away
So I, the chaff
Don't get mixed with the
Wheat

But though I run to the
Ends
Of the Earth,
I can never find refuge

And though I flee
With the speed of a cheetah
The quicksand
Sinks 
Me

And I fall down
Down
Down
And nobody will care

Nobody will help me
Out of the pit
I
Dug
For myself

Because I'm just a 
Natural disaster
A tornado that
Ravages 
A tsunami that 
Devastates

And oh,
I can't blame them
If they breathe a sigh of relief
When I'm gone

 

Regrets

Really wishing you hadn't done that
Even now you still remember it
Guilt plagues you incessantly
Raging through you, though no one notices
Especially the one you hurt
Trust was broken, and it's your fault. All. Your. Fault.
She'll never forgive you.

 

Must-Read

Hey guys! So, I don't normally do these, but I wanted to do a shout-out about one of Quille's pieces. I would nominate it for one of the January Must-Reads, but I don't want to take down the ones I've already nominated (as that seems like it could hurt someone's feelings if they already saw I nominated them). So, I'm just going to do a dedicated shout-out on here. Simple fix.

Anyways, please check out Quille's pieces "A Smile Makes me Cry". All three of them are absolutely stunning, but my favorite of them all is this one.

https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/98577/version/189216

It's so beautiful, and tragic, and heartbreaking I LOVE IT!


Great job, Quille! 

Happy writing, and as always,

God Bless!

Wisdom out. 

Down the Twilit Street I Roam

Down the twilit street I roam,
Where mem'ries house and thoughts keep home,
Where nightmares lurk in shadows deep,
And dreams lie dormant in my sleep.
 
Midnight strikes the wary clock
Tick-tock-tick-tock.
For this the hour when dark frights creep
And no one dares to make a peep
 
Nightmare, leave me, let me be!
Please, I beg, just let me free!
From raven thoughts in iv'ry head,
From things I've seen, and done, and said
 
My mem'ry's full of all my sin
I've done so much against my kin
I've hurt them, pushed them far from me
I don't deserve my family.

Lord save me, take away my guilt!
Tear down the walls that I have built,
Raise the sun that lights the day,
Chase all the horrid frights away.
 
Down the twilit street I roam,
Where mem'ries house and thoughts keep home,
But now a lantern lights my way
So all my fears are kept...

Writer's Block (Sort of)

I wish I could write something
Something amazing
Eye-catching
Beautiful, and 
Fluid

I want to write something
That people will enjoy
That will get noticed
That won't get lost

But instead
I sit here
Tapping idly on my keyboard,
Hoping for an idea

My mind itches for something
Anything!
A phrase, a poetic line
A beautiful scene

It's almost as if
The flash of inspiration
Is in the very edges of my mind
Is buried under layers of subconscious

It feels like it's there
Just out of reach
Like an epic plot twist
You only vaguely knew would come

So instead of writing something
Amazing, poignant, interesting
All I do is write poetry
About not knowing what to write about.

If a Picture's Worth A Thousand Words...

If a picture's worth a thousand words,
A song is worth twice as much

For though the picture
Takes us back

Oh, see how happy we were
Oh, see how young we used to look

And though we study the photograph
Clutch it close to our hearts

Remember her? That's your grandma
That's her before she got sick with cancer

We find so much meaning
In color and shape

Yet tunes entrance us, somehow
Sooth our sorrow, express our woe 

A song speaks 
In ways that we may never understand

It's in the voice, I should think
Or perhaps the melody

Maybe in the poignant silence
After playing the last key

Suppose it's in the lyrics
They speak volumes in two hundred words

A different message for each listener
One hears hope, one hears regret

But the voice is the key. 
Oh, it enchants and lulls, screams and rants

Perhaps it's how it
Chokes on a sob

Maybe the sorrow...

Let Me

Just let me go
Let me leave this place
I want to immerse myself in my books
In the worlds so
Unlike
My own
Anything
But my own

But alas, that's 
Not to be
For it ever surrounds
Days ever repeat

Let me scream in the ears
Of the passersby
Like a ghost, unheard
"Listen to what I say!"
I shout, so desperate
But nobody cares 
And nobody will change

But alas,
This is how debates go
Rarely changing minds
Just talking until we're exhausted

Let me try my 
Hand
At helping the world
Patching it
So we don't break 
Crack
Into poor,
Broken
Pieces of pottery

But alas,
That's the way the world works
Yeah
Hip-hip hooray
That's the way the world works

So let me have my hope
And let me have my faith
I'll keep the broken pieces
I'll fix them with some glue
And if they come apart again, well
I did the best that I...

Phoenix

perhaps when those you love 
die,
perhaps that's when a 
phoenix 
is born

for they pass away,
drifting to whatever
awaits them
leaving you with
memories
countless as
ashes 
that the fire-bird rises from

it will stay with you always,
soaring in the air above you
but it will roost in your
heart
when you need its
comfort
when you need to feel them with you

and though sometimes they crumble
into a pile of fine memories
ashes
slipping through your fingers,
staining them with wistfulness and
wishing 
you could hold their hand once more

they'll be in your heart
the phoenix born again, for you
won't forget
and you'll never let go


 

Writing Resolutions

Goals...

Goal for writing: I would like to have over >500 pieces up on here (it can't be that hard, I'm already over 200)
Goal for craft: I want to learn more about character development, and how to use it. 

Gossip

Word on the street
Oh, step right up!
Hear some gossip
Never you mind if it's
Hurtful

If it crushes the spirit
And tarnishes silver reputations
It's all a joke,
A hyperbole

But if so
Then why does 
Everyone
Believe it?

Shifty eyes,
Lowered voices
Look at him
Did you hear what he did?
I heard he dumped her
I heard she cheated on him

Ha!
Tarnish the silver,
What do we care?
It's not us 
They're whispering about
It's not us
Who're supposed to stand up
For the innocent

We're not the ones
Parting the crowd
Not the ones subject to
Hateful glares
And curious stares

We're not the ones
Responsible
Oh, goodness, no!
We were just having a bit of
Fun
At their expense

So let the gossip commence!
Nobody really believes it

But they do
And low whispers
And cold looks
Penetrate the heart's pages
And scribble over the 
Carefully written 
Books

Because for all our
Writing ...

Run for the Trenches

Run for the trenches.
Go, child!
Before it's too late!
Don't get caught in the first crossfire
You'll not die today.
It's not time to find your fate, 
No
It's not time for the willow
To weep

Their guns are soon to
Water
The ground with our blood
The roots are soon to cry out
In agony
At the red liquid that speaks 
Of grenades and
Bullets,
Daggers and 
Cannons

But let us die,
Us who have lived long
Fought hard.
Not the young
Not the young.

Let me die,
An old soul, an old soldier
Let me join my brethren
Who died here many a year ago
Let my memory mix with 
The brothers and the fathers,
The brave and the willing, the
Defenders, the
Ones who protected our
Country.

Go back to the trenches,
Young man.
It's not your time to die
Yet if you choose to stand with me
Comrade in arms, comrade in death
It's been...

Let my words flow

let my words flow over you
leaping, tumbling through your thoughts
like a waterfall over a 
ridge

let them soothe your aching
heart
with a steady, cooling
flow

let my sentences 
envelop you
like mist amid the
trees

and let the imagery
take you far, far away
let the fiction guide you,
show you aspects of reality

for the water ever flows
through earth, cave
sky, forest
travelling to the very depths of oceanic abyss

only to light the sky with a 
rainbow of hope
a flash of color 
to illuminate your life

so let my words 
be comforting
let them be
consoling strangers

for though i may not ever
know
if what i write impacts you
i hope they help you, somehow

i hope you find something
meaningful
in them
as i do in the ink of others

Street Performer

Play a tune,
Miss
Whatever you
Wish, sorrow or bliss?

She smiles, nods
Fingers fly on
The white and black
Produce a song

Melancholy,
Wistful smile
Remenisce
The wedding aisle

The crowd collects
A simple tune
Listen, recognize
It's Siúil A Rún

Wishing for a
Yonder hill
Wishing she could
Cry her fill

Yet how would they know
And how could they see
What the song means to her,
How true it could be? 

Smile falters,
Fingers slip
Blurry eyes,
Notes trip

Blink
It's gone.
Shoulders straighten,
Melody goes on

But sadness sits
In glassy eyes
No one notices
When she cries
 

Fraying

I think my mind is
Fraying
I don't know what you're 
Saying

What do you mean,
Disappeared?
What do you mean, 
It's just as you feared?

Where, why, when,
How?
Will the prodigal finally
Come home now? 

Can somebody please
Hem my mind
I keep seeking, but I can't
Find

Oh, everything's spiraling
Out of control
And all this stress is
Taking a toll 

All this waiting, 
It's heartbreaking,
I want to scream my thoughts aloud
For all the sense this isn't making

Help, I think my mind is
Going
He's run away, and it's started
Snowing 

Keep him safe,
Lord, keep him warm,
Wherever he is
Keep him safe from harm

Come home, son
We miss you
Please, come back to your mother
I'll be waiting until you do
 

Tiny Love Story

Change Happens

He always hated me, even though I loved him. Whenever I try to talk to him, he completely ignores me. But one day, everything changed. I was studying, as usual, when he walked up.
    "Katherine?" He asked nervously, his eyes downcast. 
    I glanced up, surprised. Was it really him? He never talked to me. "Wh-what's up, Matthew?"
    "I... wondering if..." He was mumbling.
    "I can't hear you. What'd you say?"
    "Will... you go on a date with me?" He finished hurriedly, then glanced down, blush creeping up his cheeks.
    "Definitely!" I said, overjoyed. Maybe he wasn't so unfeeling after all. 

forever ends too soon (Original song)

Pre-chorus 1
you always said
"forever"
but forever ends too
soon.

Chorus 1
it's no fault of yours
that my tears pour
but you're dead
and you're gone
no, forever ends too
soon.

Verse 1
you were my one constant
but death steals in an instant
unseeing eyes and
heartbroken cries

Prechorus 2 pt 1
and you always said
"I'll never leave you"
but never comes to
ruin

Pre-chorus 2 pt 2
and oh,

Chrous 2
it's no fault of yours
that my tears pour
but you're no longer
by my side
and "never" comes to 
ruin

Bridge
and yet i know you've always said,
"this ain't the last time i'll see you again"
so though i cry
and though i sob
"goodbye" does not mean
gone

Verse 2 
it's no fault of yours
that death stole you away
or that i can't help but 
miss you
every single day
but i'll see you again
in another time and place ...

forever ends too soon (Original song)


you always said
"forever"
but forever ends too
soon.

it's no fault of yours
that my tears pour
but you're dead
and you're gone
no, forever ends too
soon.

you were my one constant
but death steals in an instant
unseeing eyes and
heartbroken cries

and you always said
"I'll never leave you"
but never comes to
ruin

and oh,

it's no fault of yours
that my tears pour
but you're no longer
by my side
and "never" comes to 
ruin

and yet i know you've always said,
"this ain't the last time i'll see you again"
so though i cry
and though i sob
"goodbye" does not mean
gone

it's no fault of yours
that death stole you away
or that i can't help but 
miss you
every single day
but i'll see you again
in another time and place
i'll just wait for the day
i'll once more see your face

Upon a Star

When you wish
Upon a star
You soon realize
It's too far
And how can the wish
Ever overtake you
If it's a billion miles away
From ever coming true?

M.I.A. (Song)

Verse 1
There was this girl
With fiery eyes
But they've dulled now
And she too often cries

Verse 2
I've watched her withdraw
From her family and friends
Her depression and anxiety
Overwhelm to no end

Pre-chorus 1
And she said,

Chorus
"It's like my
Joy
Is 
M.I.A.
Oh, how I wish
It'd return some day
But I'm beginning to think
I'm finally losing hope
I'm just so sad
I don't know how to cope"

Verse 3
I wish I could help
But I don't know how
I'm helpless to watch
As emotions cloud her brow

Verse 4
She laughed so often,
People never knew 
That raindrops streamed
And in her eyes, storms brewed

Pre-chorus 2 (part 1)
And everyday,
My heart broke for her
Seeing her crumble
It was torture

Pre-chorus 2 (part 2)
And all day long,
I could see it in her eyes
The thoughts revolving
When she cries

Chorus
"It's like my 
Joy
Is
M.I.A. ...

forever ends too soon (Original song)


you always said
"forever"
but forever ends too
soon.

it's no fault of yours
that my tears pour
but you're dead
and you're gone
no, forever ends too
soon.

you were my one constant
but death steals in an instant
unseeing eyes and
heartbroken cries

and you always said
"I'll never leave you"
but never comes to
ruin

and oh,

it's no fault of yours
that my tears pour
but you're no longer
by my side
and "never" comes to 
ruin

and yet i know you've always said,
"this ain't the last time i'll see you again"
so though i cry
and though i sob
"goodbye" does not mean
gone

it's no fault of yours
that death stole you away
or that i can't help but 
miss you
every single day
but i'll see you again
in another time and place
i'll just wait for the day
that i'll once more see your face

forever ends too soon (Original song)


you always said
"forever"
but forever ends too
soon.

it's no fault of yours
that my tears pour
but you're dead
and you're gone
no, forever ends too
soon.

you were my one constant
but death steals in an instant
unseeing eyes and
heartbroken cries

and you always said
"I'll never leave you"
but never comes to
ruin

and oh,

it's no fault of yours
that my tears pour
but i can't keep you
no longer
and "never" comes to 
ruin

and yet i know you've always said,
"this ain't the last time i'll see you again"
so though i cry
and though i sob
"goodbye" does not mean
gone

it's no fault of yours
that death stole you away
or that i can't help but 
miss you
every single day
but i'll see you again
in another time and place
i'll just wait for the day
that i'll once more see your face

#myfirstcontest

She sobbed by her baby's grave. 

M.I.A. (Song)

Verse 1
There was this girl
With fiery eyes
But they've dulled now
'cause she frequently cries

Verse 2
I've watched her withdraw
From her family and friends
Her depression and anxiety
Overwhelm to no end

Pre-chorus 1
And she said,

Chorus
"It's like my
Joy
Is 
M.I.A.
Oh, how I wish
It'd return some day
But I'm beginning to think
I'm finally losing hope
I'm just so sad
I don't know how to cope"

Verse 3
I wish I could help
But I don't know how
I'm helpless to watch
As emotions cloud her brow

Verse 4
She laughed so often,
People never knew 
That raindrops streamed
And in her eyes, storms brewed

Pre-chorus 2 (part 1)
And everyday,
My heart broke for her
Seeing her crumble
It was torture

Pre-chorus 2 (part 2)
And all day long,
I could see it in her eyes
The thoughts revolving
When she cries

Chorus
"It's like my 
Joy
Is
M.I.A.
Oh,...

M.I.A. (Song)

Verse 1
There was this girl
With fiery eyes
But they've dulled now
'cause she frequently cries

Verse 2
I've watched her withdraw
From her family and friends
Her depression and anxiety
Overwhelm to no end,

Pre-chorus 1
And she said,

Chorus
"It's like my
Joy
Is 
M.I.A.
Oh, how I wish
It'd return some day
But I'm beginning to think
I'm finally losing hope
I'm just so sad
I don't know how to cope"

Verse 3
I wish I could help
But I don't know how
I'm helpless to watch
As emotions cloud her brow

Verse 4
She laughed so often,
People never knew 
That raindrops streamed
And in her eyes, storms brewed

Pre-chorus 2 (part 1)
And everyday,
My heart broke for her
Seeing her crumble
It was torture

Pre-chorus 2 (part 2)
And all day long,
I could see it in her eyes
The thoughts revolving
When she cries

Chorus
"It's like my 
Joy
Is
M.I.A.
Oh,...

@WOTW#4 Forgiveness

If only I wasn't so
Alone
In my death

But there is no
Love
Left for me

Oh, how the hero
Laughs
At the villain's downfall

Oh, how there is no
Pity 
Left in his heart
For me

A knife in my stomach,
A slow, painful death
Tears from black eyes, and
Bitter regret 
In a starved heart

I only ever wanted them to 
Know me, to
Care
I only ever wanted them to
Feel as I do
To finally
Understand
To finally
Sympathize

But I should've known that there's no
Mercy 
For one who's made mistakes
I should've known that it was 
Too late
For forgiveness

Yes, I 
Hated you
With all my being
Because when love has left you,
Only emptiness
Remains

And so I tried

Oh, how I tried to fill it
Money never worked,
Power never worked,
Fear
Never worked,
And I blamed you
And I'm
Sorry

I rasp out these 
Stanzas, and you
You stand...

This is the Way the World Ends.

With desperate prayers
And trembling hands,
This is the way the world ends.

See the children huddled
Against their mothers' shaking sides,
See how they sit stock-still,
Eyes wide in shock and terror

With war cries
And bloody fields,
This is the way the world ends. 

Look to the battlegrounds,
Look to the trenches.
Invisible to our eyes, 
Angels cradle their still bodies

With bowed heads
And arms carrying the dead,
This is the way the world ends.

And listen
Listen.
Hear their sobs of hopelessness,
Hear the screams of anguish

For with heavy hearts
And dead friends
They finally see
This is the day the world ends.



 

This is the Way the World Ends.

With desperate prayers
And trembling hands,
This is the way the world ends.

See the children huddled
Against their mothers' shaking sides,
See how they sit stock-still,
Eyes wide in shock and terror

With war cries
And bloody fields,
This is the way the world ends. 

Look to the battlegrounds,
Look to the trenches.
Invisible to our eyes, 
Angels cradle their still bodies

With bowed heads
And arms carrying the dead,
This is the way the world ends.

And listen
Listen.
Hear their sobs of hopelessness,
Hear the screams of anguish

For with heavy hearts
And dead friends
They finally see
This is the way the world ends.



 

Fire and Frost

Let the fire rage within you,
Quenching all fear with its
Stealing, grasping flames
Yet don't let it burn you out,
For the fire will scorch you 
Ashen
If you're not careful

Let the frost coat your fingers,
Turning them numb with their
Crystal ways,
But don't let it freeze your warm heart
For the chill numbs you,
Just as you wish it to,
But let it last too long and you'll get
Hypothermia

Let yourself
Rest
Peace at last is your
Ever-present wish
And so you must let the 
Fire and frost
Die down.
You must let the
Winter
Turn to Spring. 
 

What Happened To Us?

Whatever happened to family?
Whatever happened to love?
Whatever happened to saying sorry,
After push comes to shove? 

What happened to vows, to
"Till death do us part"?
Why do we have divorces
Leaving tears and trails of broken hearts?

Why are there broken homes,
Does no one hear their hopeless sighs?
Why have we aborted so many babies,
Does no one hear their million cries?

Whatever happened
To family
Whatever happened
To love
Whatever happened 
To saying sorry,
After push comes
To shove? 

The hunt

Scarlet drips on
Purest snow
the hunt is on

A splatter on rock,
Thumps ahead
i'm sorry

The buck has fallen
Everything is still
i wish it were different

I raise my bow
Finger my arrow
but it's not

A solid thunk
Stilled chest
my family will eat tonight

 

The Doe

The doe walked,
Graceful fluidity in her movements
So beautiful, and yet
Suddenly still,
Something's amiss
Sometimes the beautiful
She runs, muscles working
Escape, young doe!
Die
The arrow carves the air
Burying itself in her body
At the hands of the hunter.
The man jumps from the tree,
Knees bent on impact
It was not for pleasure that you died
His bowstring still vibrating,
His quiver one arrow short
It was not a joy to see blood stain your fur
He kneels next to his kill
Gazes sadly upon the unseeing eyes
But my children haven't eaten in days
And if not for you, they would die too. 
 

Down the Twilit Street I Roam

Down the twilit street I roam,
Where mem'ries house and thoughts keep home,
Where nightmares lurk in shadows deep,
And dreams lie dormant in my sleep.
 
Midnight strikes the wary clock
Tick-tock-tick-tock.
For this the hour when dark frights creep
And no one dares to make a peep
 
Nightmare, leave me, let me be!
Please, I beg, just let me free!
From raven thoughts in iv'ry head,
From things I've seen, and done, and said
 
My mem'ry's full of all my sin
I've done so much against my kin
I hate all the mistakes I've done
All too often, wrong has won

Lord save me, take away my guilt!
Tear down the walls that I have built,
Raise the sun that lights the day,
Chase all the horrid frights away.
 
Down the twilit street I roam,
Where mem'ries house and thoughts keep home,
But now a lantern lights my way
So all my fears are kept...

#Myfirstcontest Sonder

 I glance at them-
They who walk by, just
Faces in the crowd
But to them
The roles are reversed

They glance at me,just a random passerby-
Then look away
For while I am thinking the thoughts
Swirling in my mind like a thunderstorm,
Their own envelop them like
Clouds around a mountain 

Many of them I will never know, never understand 
For they are just 
Mysteries
I was never destined to solve

Lone Wolves

i wonder if all the lone
wolves
congregate under the moon,
just to
feel like they belong
amidst strangers

i wonder if they
wish
they had packs of their
own,
but know they never
will

maybe they look up at the
white orb 
because it seems so
unfeeling, and yet
perhaps
sympathetic to the wolves'
plight
for it is just as alone as the wolf 
is 

perhaps they love and
despise
the forests they run through,
for even the 
trees
have more 
company
than they do

maybe when the wolves can't 
stand
being so lonely
that's when they howl
just to hear voices like theirs
just to know they are not 
alone 
in the world

 

Fallen

We are weak,
Depressed and void of all
Hope
Our world is in 
Shambles
Leaving us to pick up
Pieces of what once
Was

Our Earth ravaged by
Wars,
Pilots
Raining bombs down on
The innocent bystanders, leaving
Orphans and widows 
Behind. 

The water, polluted by the
Blood 
Of the rebels, and the
Tears
Of us lost
Souls 

The forest, once
Full
Of life
Is now
Silent in its
Mourning

We
Our society
Our country
We 
Are
Fallen.

roy g biv

red is the revolution,
the color of love
the color of blood.

orange is daybreak and
day's end,
clementines and amber

yellow is happiness,
excitement,
daffodils

green is new life,
steadfast evergreens and 
emerald eyes

blue is the ocean,
rhythmic pounding of waves and
crashing tsunamis on blue expressions

indigo is the night sky,
speckled with white and
sprayed with the milky way

violet is the flower,
the color of royalty, and 
the hue of amethysts.
 

#cwcbucketprompt

you are a bucket
filled with 
sadness
anger
you despise the world
for what it did to you 

one day
maybe joy takes its
place

#6things Me

1. Laughing so hard that I'm crying. 
2. Sketching people.
3. Screaming about how awesome Marvel is. 
4. Just staring at the sky with a smile.
5. Talking about politics...
6. Wearing headphones (it's such a habit, even if I'm not listening to music, I sometimes put them on anyways.).

Living People

Character Study of a Main Character for a possible series

  1. She's terrified that people will realize how weak she really is; she hates feeling helpless. 
  2. She loves sunsets. Watching the array of colors begin to dance on the horizon is calming to her. 
  3. Her confidant is her brother. He always lends a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen. 
  4. She collects smooth stones from the creek in her backyard. 
  5. Her last nightmare was strange to her, and yet disturbing. She was sitting with her family. She couldn't move. She stared into a mirror, and as she gazed into it she noticed that her family members' eyes were all a terrifying, bloody red. They used to be brown and hazel eyes. Only she was spared this unnerving change of color, but as she gazed into the mirror longer, she began to see vague, dark figures standing behind her. They looked like they were about to plunge a knife into her and her family's backs, but then it ended, for she had...

War

Verse 1
Maybe I'll just hide away,
Wait till it's all over
But it's never over
Please let it be over

Verse 2
Maybe I'll just say to you
It'll be okay, to you
But I don't know if it'll ever be
Waiting till the war's over to see

Pre-chorus
And maybe I just need to hear
Stay strong, it won't be long
Reinforcement's a-coming,
Redemption's a-coming,
Don't give up just yet

Chorus
So I'ma keep on fighting, I'll fight
Till the end of the day
Till the end of the age
Won't give up,
We'll never surrender
We'll fight till the end

Verse 3
The ammo's low,
We're running for the trenches,
Running out of time
The enemy's on us, oh

Verse 4 
Is anybody coming
We've given up hope 
The cavalry's deserted us
At least our death'll be glorious

Pre-chorus

Chorus

Bridge
And maybe I'll just run away,
The coward's way is the way to go,
But no, ...

Phone Call

I dial your number,
Finger trembling
Hands shaking
Too nervous to ask for help,
Advice
I've
Never
Needed help
Or so I've told myself 

Hello?
...
...
Who is this? you ask
But I can't answer,
Too afraid to say anything
Too afraid of cold rejection
...
You hang up, and
Tears stream down my face.

 

#tenwords

All went up in smoke. My life, my love: gone.

The Ferry

the wind whips around me,
struggling with my hair,
tousling it with its rough-housing
tangling it with its
frenzied whirling

the saltwater spray in my face,
the ferry turns home and i see the lights
twinkling from the dark shore
like stars on a cloudless night

The Flames

the flames dance
curling around each other,
reveling in the 
shadows they make and whispering,
hissing,
murmuring in their 
crackly 
voices
a sweet goodbye to the smoke,
rising lazily through the air to
blot out the stars
drifting in the windless night

 

An Attempted Explanation to Paperbird

So, Paperbird wrote some musings on a piece of mine titled "Atlas", and I decided that I needed a piece to try to explain it. Here is what Paperbird said (well, actually there was more but this was the part with the questions)

" i’ve thought about this concept a lot, actually, and, in truth, i’ve never been comfortable with it. the easter idea is that christ’s greatest feat is his death. but something about that seems sacrificial to me. i believe sacrifice is morally wrong, and many modern religions would agree. 
we all sin and it is our duty to repent (with this i agree)—but then, that one person could fix all of it? that he could fix all of it through dying, of all things? surely jesus’s greatest feat was his teachings, his telling the world to forgive. i don’t understand how dying fits in. i don’t understand how the crucifixation is at relevant to his greatness. yes,...

Atlas


my shoulders slumped
under the weight of the world
for they already held
angel wings, torn
i fell to the ground,
defeated
the burden of my mistakes
just couldn't be born


so He took it away
Jesus, like Atlas
bore the crushing weight
of all our sins
past, present, future
it could not raze Him
Jesus versus Death? He wins

Oh, How We Look at Life

A babe nestles
In his mother's arms
Safe
Warm

Oh, how we 
Wish
We could go back to that
Time

Now he's grown
In sixth grade now
This is when he learned of 
Insults
It's said that
Sticks and stones
Can break my bones
But words will never hurt me
Yet too often
That's proved wrong

And oh, how we 
Lament
When we watch them 
Sob

A teenager, now
Stereotypes and broken
Hearts
For he loved her,
(He thought he did)
She didn't reciprocate

And see how we
Look back
And realize that wasn't
Love

A grown man, his mother's
Gone
No longer warm
No longer safe
A lost soul
In a cold apartment
Struggling to make money

And oh, how we
Cry
When they wake from their
Dreams

An old man, finally
A loving wife, starting on 70
Grandkids in his arms, and
Jesus in his heart

And finally, how we
Rejoice
When the lost have found their
Home ...

@WOTW#6 Narnia Backyard

The lamppost shines bright,
Illuminating Aslan
Our lion statue

I do

I'm so 
Tired
Of running

I'm so
Done
With hiding from the
Truth

I can't 
Stand
Being afraid
Anymore

So I crash to my knees
And raise my hands
I'm defeated

I'm ready for whatever
Comes, and I
Surrender

My white flag, 
High
Above my head

Yet no one comes to 
Arrest me
No sirens to welcome me to 
Jail

For I'm on my knees
In the church
The light streaming through
Stained glass

My prayer is one of
Pleading
Forgive me
And all I've done

I know I'm a sinner
I know that you are
The one true God

That Jesus died
And rose again
For He was You, too

Forgive me,
Please

And He whispers,
In the quiet of the church,
I do. 

My Life is the Waves

My life is the ocean,
The rhythmic crashing of its waves
Breaking on the shore

The same thing happens, again and
Again
Crash, fall
Pounding the sand

Sweeping the time away, like the
Yellow grains
Caressing memories
Like the children playing on the shore

Rarely do tsunamis come
Crashing every normality with the
Terror of the wave
Destroying all that I once knew

Sometimes the waves calm,
Sometimes they 
Quicken and rise
But they resume their ways

Adapt to the changes of the 
Shoreline
Chip at some parts of my character
Build on others 

And so my life
Like the waves of the beach
Eventually hit a barrier
And stop flowing until forever
Arrives

dreams

dreams are beautiful things
like the stars,
visible
just out of reach

but sometimes these stars 
fall,
and they suddenly become
realizable

and we watch in awe
as our dreams come true
 

Robot

Maybe I'm a robot
Because they can't feel anything, 
Right?

Maybe I'm full of circuits, not veins
Because I'm still working, but my heart
Broke

Maybe I don't need oxygen,
Because if I have lungs,
Why can't I breathe?

And maybe I'm like this
Because when he died
My circuits overloaded

Deciding that 
Shutting down
Not caring, not
Feeling
Was a better fate than 
Being human

#spicephilosopherQ&A

1. Do you have a favorite line from a movie/TV show/book? Why? 
Hmmm... too many to count. "Mawwiage, mawwiage is what bwings us togevuh today. Mawwiage, that bwessed awwangement, that dweam wifin a dweam. And wov, twue wov, wiw fowwow you, foweva. So tweasuwe youw wov." "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!" "One does not simply walk into mordor." "But today is not that day!" And that's not all... The mawwiage one because it's just hilarious, and let's face it, Princess Bride is amazing. And the other ones... well, Aragorn's awesome, Gandalf's awesome, and LOTR!!! I have way too many more to count. 
2. Describe your ideal outfit. 
This cool cloak/hoodie I have, a soft, baggy long sleeve shirt, soft (i don't know what to call them, but they're basically baggy capris)
3. If you could dye your hair any color, what would it be? Or would you choose to not dye it? 
I don't think I'd dye it, but if I...

#cliffhangerqueencontest They Are Coming

    A deep, menacing laugh sounds from somewhere behind me. I want to run, my legs pumping as fast as my heart is, but I find myself frozen to the spot.  I want to scream, but I have no voice. Encircling me are the woods, and out of the brush comes wolves. Huge, gray ones who're snarling and snapping. They're coming closer, but then a man appears. Strangely enough, I'm not surprised that they don't attack him. I almost feel as if I know him from somewhere... 
    "Hello, Lily," He said, his voice grating and foreign. I winced; it sounded like nails scraping across cement. "So... good to see you again." The wolves stopped coming closer, and began to whimper and whine, their tails between their legs. He walked towards me until he was mere inches from my face, and I flinched. He saw my reaction and laughed, his steel grey eyes glinting. A hunter watching his...

#cliffhangerqueencontest They Are Coming

    A deep, menacing laugh sounds from somewhere behind me. I want to run, my legs pumping as fast as my heart is, but I find myself frozen to the spot.  I want to scream, but I have no voice. Encircling me are the woods, and out of the brush comes wolves. Huge, gray ones who're snarling and snapping. They're coming closer, but then a man appears. Strangely enough, I'm not surprised that they don't attack him. I almost feel as if I know him from somewhere... 
    "Hello, Lily," He said, his voice grating and foreign. I winced; it sounded like nails scraping across cement. "So... good to see you again." The wolves stopped coming closer, and began to whimper and whine, their tails between their legs. He walked towards me until he was mere inches from my face, and I flinched. He saw my reaction and laughed, his steel grey eyes glinting. A hunter watching his...

In Their Genes Pt. 1

    A long time ago, the world was at peace. Mind-readers and mind-benders didn't exist back then. But over time, certain humans would mutate. It was something in their genes, scientists thought. Nobody knew for sure though. We thought, "Oh well. They can live among us as long as they never do anything to harm us, right?" But what we didn't realize at first was that they all seemed to have some traits in common: cruelty and a taste for villainy. Very few of them there were, but that was enough. That number was large enough to tear alliances and countries apart. 

    It was just a normal day. Michael and I were walking through the park, talking. We've been best friends since middle school, and we still are in our senior year of high school. Of course, high school may not mean exactly what it used to. School now consists of the usual, such as math, writing, literature, etc....

#cliffhangerqueencontest They Are Coming

    A deep, menacing laugh sounds from somewhere behind me. I want to run, my legs pumping as fast as my heart is, but I find myself frozen to the spot.  I want to scream, but I have no voice. Encircling me are the woods, and out of the brush comes wolves. Huge, gray ones who're snarling and snapping. They're coming closer. but then a man comes out. Intriguingly, I'm not surprised that they don't attack him. I almost feel as if I know him from somewhere... 
    "Hello, Lily," He said, his voice grating and foreign. I winced; it sounded like nails scraping across cement. "So... good to see you again." The wolves stopped coming closer, and began to whimper and whine, their tails between their legs. He walked towards me until he was mere inches from my face, and I flinched. He saw my reaction and laughed, his steel grey eyes glinting. A hunter watching his...

On Using Pacing in Poetry

Hey guys! So, I've seen a lot of people on this site post pieces where they either talk/provide a place to put our opinions on certain writing devices, such as Another Debate: Description by Silver Pen. I've decided to at least try my hand at doing one. This one's about pacing in poems. 
    Pacing! It's very important in poetry, especially free-verse, to have good pacing. Pacing is intentional. Whether it's because you want to emphasize a certain point, or you want to give a sort of pause in the fluidity, it is crucial. For example, this is an excerpt from my piece "Lone Wolves"

maybe when the wolves can't 
stand
being so lonely
maybe that's when they howl
just to hear voices like theirs
just to know they are not 
alone 
in the world

Now of course, this may not be the best pacing, but it should suffice for my example. In this one, I have particularly...

dandelion seeds

hopes and dreams
like dandelion seeds
float up in the air
to be planted somewhere

to drift on the wind
'till they finally land
to bloom into flowers
to ponder for hours

and once they grow old
they leave more to come
for ideas never drain
and new dreams i'll soon gain

In Their Genes Pt. 1

    A long time ago, the world was at peace. Mind-readers and mind-benders didn't exist back then. But over time, certain humans would mutate. It was something in their genes, scientists thought. Nobody knew for sure though. We thought, "Oh well. They can live among us as long as they never do anything to harm us, right?" But what we didn't realize at first was that they all seemed to have some traits in common: cruelty and a taste for villainy. Very few of them there were, but that was enough. That number was large enough to tear alliances and countries apart. 

    It was just a normal day. Michael and I were walking through the park, talking. We've been best friends since middle school, and we still are in our senior year of high school. Of course, high school may not mean exactly what it used to. School now consists of the usual, such as math, writing, literature, etc....

@WOTW#4 Forgiveness

If only I wasn't so
Alone
In my death

But there is no
Love
Left for me

Oh, how the hero
Laughs
At the villain's downfall

Oh, how there is no
Pity 
Left in his heart
For me

A knife in my stomach,
A slow, painful death
Tears from black eyes, and
Bitter regret 
In a starved heart

I only ever wanted them to 
Know me, to
Care
I only ever wanted them to
Feel as I do
To finally
Understand
To finally
Sympathize

But I should've known that there's no
Mercy 
For one who's made mistakes
I should've known that it was 
Too late
For forgiveness

Yes, I 
Hated you
With all my being
Because when love has left you,
Only emptiness
Is left

And so I tried
Oh, how I tried to fill it
Money never worked,
Power never worked,
Fear
Never worked,
And I blamed you
And I'm
Sorry

I rasp out these 
Stanzas, and you
You...

For when you're feeling like you need a friend

(Note: please read to the end of the piece, I have hidden a secret message hehe... it's the real reason why this is titled as it is)

Goodbye,
Love
Why am I the one saying this
When you deserted me first?

Goodbye,
Being able to care
Because it just 
Hurts
Too much to let you in

Hello, 
Loneliness
You're my new friend now,
Who won't let go of me
Even if I don't like you

Hello, 
Insomnia
The hours fall through the hourglass
And I can't stop feeling anxious

I know some people feel like they say these things
Every
Day 
And I wish I could tell them,

You're not abandoned
You're not unloved, for God in heaven
Loves you so much more than 
We probably ever could 

You don't need to stop caring
There are people worth caring for
And people who will care back

The Bible tells you
There's a friend who sticks 
Closer 
Than a brother

Though...

@WOTW#1 It wasn't meant for this

"My heart wasn't meant for this," she said
Nervously. 
"It wasn't meant to be 
Played with
It wasn't meant to be 
Torn apart by cruel
Hands," she cried

"You weren't supposed to
Find me there,
Piece it back together
Stitch the rips painstakingly, 
Gently, but still causing pain 
You weren't supposed to leave it hardly
Beating
Barely 
Functioning
Without
You 
Because in your absence
How can I live?
How can I 
Face
The world, me with my
Scars and tears
That you couldn't fix?"
She sobbed

"How can I 
Survive,
Knowing that you cared
So
Much
Tried to help me
Tried to save me?
I'm not
Worthy
Of that kind of love"
She whispered sadly

"I can't let
Go 
My mind's in pieces, and for
Once
You aren't here
To fix it."

She fell,
Her knees 
Slamming
Into the soft grass
Staining her black dress
(It won't show, though. Black hides
Stains)
The sky was so bright
The sun so ...

Any Writing Prompts for Me?

Hey guys! So, I like to write poetry and short stories. Y'all might already know that, heheh.. Anyways, I was wondering if anybody had a prompt for me to use. If I use one, I'll say who came up with the prompt. It should be something that can be used in either a poem and/or a short story, this can be specified, and it should not include having to write explicit content or super romantic stuff (this goes back to the explicit thing) and no profanity. The prompt can be anything from a word to a couple sentences. I would really appreciate it if you guys could give me some inspiration. 
Thanks all!

Claustrophobia

The walls, they
Press in on me, 
Suffocating with their closeness.

My breathing is labored,
Like a musty cloth over my mouth and nose,
I almost can't breathe.

I need to run, to 
Break free
Before I lose the ability to move

I need to be in an open space
So my heart will stop feeling like it'll
Burst

Panicked,
Wild hysteria
Envelops me.


 

Come Meet Me

Come meet me
Where the river bends
In that little clearing
Where the world's spell ends

Follow me
Through the brush
The woods beckon
And song birds hush

Sit with me
In the great oak's boughs
We'll watch the brook
And find rest for now

We'll leave our worries
And find some peace
From all the world's problems
We'll find some release 

We'll stay here
'Till the end of the day
When the sky comes to life
With light's last rays

Come meet me
where the river bends
In that little clearing
Where the world's spell ends

Lone Wolves

i wonder if all the lone
wolves
congregate under the moon,
just to
feel like they belong
amidst strangers

i wonder if they
wish
they had packs of their
own,
but know they never
will

maybe they look up at the
white orb
so unfeeling, and yet
perhaps
sympathetic to the wolves'
plight
for it is just as alone as the wolf 
is 

maybe when the wolves can't 
stand
being so lonely
maybe that's when they howl
just to hear voices like theirs
just to know they are not 
alone 
in the world

 

My King, I Swear Allegiance

I've been longing for a king I can
Stand behind,
Say
I'd follow you anywhere
Be it into battle or 
On a quest
I'd do whatever you tell me to

Wishing for a king who was
Truly good
Truly courageous
Who protects his people, who
Cares
For them

But I can't find him
No, not here 
I can't find the one I'd be truly
Loyal to, forever and always
Under torture, never renounce
Not here
I have my allegiances, but I see so many
Flaws, so many
Mistakes

Oh, maybe this is why we
Lose ourselves in books of
Castles and dragons
Courage and justice

Oh, maybe this is why we
Cry
Over fiction, and can't help but wish
We were there too 

Maybe this is why I can't help but think
It would be so wonderful to just
Wake up 
To Middle Earth,
Even with its dragons and 
Orcs

Maybe this is why I can't help but wish I...

Jealousy

jealousy is such a
horrid thing, for
it makes you dislike 
the person
irrationally, then
dislike yourself for
feeling that way

i know i should be happy that they
are having so much fun
like the fun they used to have with me 
and still do
so i try to remind myself
it's okay
they don't love you less
they just like her too
you haven't been replaced
be happy they're happy
and yet sometimes
i can't completely 
convince
myself

only with God's help may i 
beat this 
this terrible thing
sometimes it almost seems to
eat me alive
but with His help maybe i can 
let go 
of this feeling
of this
jealousy
 

The hunt

Scarlet drips on
Purest snow
the hunt is on

A splatter on rock,
Thumps ahead
i'm sorry

The doe has fallen
Everything is still
i wish it were different

I raise my bow
Finger my arrow
but it's not

A solid thunk
Unseeing eyes
my family will eat tonight


 

never really

emotion is shown
by the tilt of a head
a glint in the eyes
a twitch of the mouth
slumped shoulders, or maybe a 
furrowed brow

it's known because of a cascade, a
waterfall of feelings 
tearing through the paper
ripping away the flimsy binding and
splashing into your thoughts,
for though fabricated, though just
words
on a paper
you feel them, don't
you

you cry over mere
letters
over a 
flashing screen 
because they play with your emotions
and you want them to
don't you

you want to make them believe you
you who's never felt betrayal
or true fear
because you do, just
not in real life
only books have made you feel like that
only paragraphs,
stanzas
sentences
but you want them to know how you
see everything
feel everything
you feel what you write
don't you

so it pours out of you
overflows into words
fingers poised over keyboard
waiting for it to overwhelm you

only...

Too good to be true

Oh, she's always been running
But she never thought she'd run to
You 
She always knew she was looking for something
But she didn't know she was looking for
You 

All of her life,
Searching, grasping at
Straws
Where could she find a home?
For Home is what everyone wishes for
But she couldn't find it.
When asked,
"Are you lost, little one? Where's your
Home?"

Such a simple question, but
This girl would reply
Not here, she would say
No, not in this unforgiving world
Never here.

She saw the Christians
Proclaiming love and peace
Didn't believe them
Couldn't 
Wouldn't
It hurt too much to believe in something and then have that 
Hope
Ripped away, because
Reality is a harsh thing sometimes. 

She hated anything too good to be true
That's what she thought of You
But one day she heard You whisper 
Calling her name, telling her of Your
Love 
For her

So weary, so
Tired, so
Starved...

See the Stars

Maybe if we could just look
Past
The darkness and
See
The stars,
We could finally learn how to
Count
Our blessings
Even when all seems 
Lost
And hope is 
Obscured.

Always There

God can sometimes seem
Elusive
Like the stars
But like them,
Though He may seem to 
Disappear 
From your life,
He's been
Present
This entire time

And sometimes 
He is only noticed in the
Darkest
Of moments
A lamp of hope
In an otherwise desolate
Sky

So when the sun rises,
And you can't find the 
Stars
Don't despair
Even when you can't fell Him 
With you,
He's always there.

Stars and Car Windows

If only the glass didn't 
Separate
Me
From the stars like
Pinpricks
Of white 

If only the lights didn't 
Reflect 
On the glass, and if only my
Breath 
Didn't fog it
If only I could just
Open
The window

Then maybe I could
Feel
The crisp, cool wind upon
My cheek

Then maybe I could lose
Myself
In the inky darkness

Then maybe I could be 
Free, and 
Fly away

Then maybe I could finally
Sleep
In the night's familiar, comforting
Embrace.

#Myfirstcontest Sonder

 I glance at them-
They who walk by, just
Faces in the crowd
But to them
The roles are reversed

They glance at me-
Then look away
For while I am thinking the thoughts
Swirling in my mind like a thunderstorm,
Their own envelop them like
Clouds around a mountain 

Many of them I will never know, never understand 
For they are just 
Mysteries
I was never meant to solve

#myfirstcontest

She wept by her baby's grave. 

2019

2019 recipe

Recipe for 2019

One or more finished novels (I haven't given up yet, and a new year won't make me)
A pinch of writing camp
A pinch of Mexico
A sprinkle of miracles
7 cups of prayer
5 cups of perseverance
100 cups of faith (the base ingredient of the recipe)
As much growth in the Lord as can be added
Finishing off the Bible (finally finish reading the remaining chapters!)
A large dash of reminiscing (this can't be avoided) 
10,000 leaves of memories
10 tablespoons courage
5 cups of wisdom
20 tablespoons knowledge
As many good leaders as possible
4 tons of good council and sound judgement
10 cups of laughter and joy
365 days of friends and family
Heaps of peace 
3 tablespoons of maturity
1 tablespoon of age 

2019

2019 recipe

Recipe for 2019

One or more finished novels (I haven't given up yet, and a new year won't make me)
A pinch of writing camp
A pinch of Mexico
A sprinkle of miracles
7 cups of prayer
100 cups of faith (the base ingredient of the recipe)
As much growth in the Lord as can be added
Finishing off the Bible (finally finish reading the remaining chapters!)
A large dash of reminiscing (this can't be avoided) 
10,000 leaves of memories
10 tablespoons courage
5 cups of wisdom
20 tablespoons knowledge
As many good leaders as possible
4 tons of good council and sound judgement
10 cups of laughter and joy
365 days of friends and family
Heaps of peace 
3 tablespoons of maturity
1 tablespoon of age 

I'm Back

Hey all! I'm back now :)
Hope everyone had a wonderful Christmas (and will have a happy new year too!) 

 

Lone Wolves

i wonder if all the lone
wolves
congregate under the moon,
just to
feel like they belong
amidst strangers
 

umbrella views

views of the world
like an umbrella

we take everything with a 
pinch of salt

my umbrella is 
Christianity

it affects all
i see

hailstones rain down, but
the umbrella keeps me safe

if i step out of my protection,
consequences arise

the ice rains down on me,
trying to cut deep underneath my skin

trying to penetrate my thoughts,
cut open my mind

trying to change
me

convince me that i'm not
loved

tell me that i'm 
alone 

when all this time, i have an
umbrella

that would keep me safe
if i would just stand under it

if i would just
trust it

it would protect me 
for

the One who's the reason my umbrella
came to be 

is a source of truth in this 
corrupt, deceptive storm

so when satan tries to 
attack me 

i am shielded by God
and i find my comfort in Him

He knows me 
thoroughly

doesn't care if i'm pretty or
ugly
...

Reality Check

She imagined the world
The way it should be
Without mockery, pain 
Or misery

She dreamed of her life
And how it would've been
If she lived without grief, 
Or shame, or sin

She woke up to the way it is 
And turned away
She wished she could go back to sleep
To never wake another day

But her life went on
And she learned more
Of how God has
Greater things in store

Now she dreams
Of heaven and her home
She wakes to face the world
But on the New Earth she can't wait to roam

She imagines the world
And how it will be
When her Lord and Savior comes,
And she'll be with Him forever, finally.

Not going to be on for a bit

Hey all! This is just an update. I might be on tomorrow, but from sometime during the day after Christmas 'till sometime during the 31st I won't be able to access this account, as I'll be somewhere else. I'll be back afterwards, though! If I win anything that I previously entered for, and I need to choose something, I guess you can just choose for yourself if that's not too much trouble. I don't know.

God bless, and merry Christmas to those who celebrate it!

#serendipitouscomp Peppermint Love Story

A love story is known
For tragedy or triumph
For the love triangles and 
Breakups, the 
Cliches and the 
Plot twists

Well, this one is 
Different
It will not start with a girl
Entranced by his sparkling eyes, 
Or devilish personality,
Or his awesome abs (everyone swoons)

No, it's not about a boy who's 
A bad boy
Because why would she love someone who
Treats her wrongly?
Or a playboy (but really super-sensitive)
Because that's cliche by now, 
Right?
It's not about the super-brave one,
Or the super-geeky one,
Because that's been heard before,
Right?

Well, the story goes that
They went to the same college,
This girl named Emily
And boy named Micah
He was a senior
She was a junior
She sat on a bench, reading a book
He sat there too, doing the same

He glanced over, 
Read a couple lines
"What's that you're reading?"
"Oh, it's a book called Artemis Fowl! It's really cool."
She said,...

wish

i wish this feeling would
end
but i don't remember
when it began

i wish i could be 
okay
again 
but when was i ever
like that

i wish life were 
normal
but was it 
ever
in the first place?

umbrella views

views of the world
like an umbrella

we take everything with a 
pinch of salt

my umbrella is 
Christianity

it affects all
i see

hailstones rain down, but
the umbrella keeps me safe

if i step out of my protection,
consequences arise

the ice rains down on me,
trying to cut deep underneath my skin

trying to penetrate my thoughts,
cut open my mind

trying to change
me

convince me that i'm not
loved

tell me that i'm 
alone 

when all this time, i have an
umbrella

that would keep me safe
if i would just stand under it

if i would just
trust it

and while i have ice 
in my soul

while the chill of it has
filled me

the umbrella promises, 
"not forever."
 

Not goodbye

No, this isn't goodbye
It's not the last you'll
See of me
It's not our final hug

It's not our last chat
Nor final meal together
Not the last time you'll see your
Daughter
Alive
No, this isn't goodbye

It's not the final farewell
It's not the parting toast
I've lived a life worse than some,
Perhaps better than most
It's not a lost battle,
It's not my curtain call
It's my "I'll see you later,
After the velvet falls"

And though I'll be 
Dying young
I don't have many
Regrets
Just the life I never
Finished living, and 
The time with family I'll never
Get

Send my love
To those who know me
Send my hugs
To my siblings and Dad
Send my regrets
To those I'll never
See again
Tell them,
It's been great
It's been the best

Farewell for now,
I love you so
But don't despair,
When I go...
Mom, don't forget me 
Miss me, but...

The Vistas Beyond

Faery Lights

Splotches of light shine through the forest as the sun begins to set. They illuminate different parts of the wood and throw others into shadow; it's as if the woods become magical once dusk arrives. Glimmers shine through clumps of leaves, glowing like faery lights.

To my Followers (A.K.A. 35 Followers!?)

Hey guys! I've seen a lot of people doing pieces where they thank their followers, and I figured it's about time I did my own. Y'all are awesome, and thank you so much! You guys have given me so much support, and I've only been on here since early November! You (and everyone else on this website) have really made my time here enjoyable :) 
Thanks again, and I really appreciate all of you!


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Down the Twilit Street I Roam

Down the twilit street I roam,
Where mem'ries house and thoughts keep home,
Where nightmares lurk in shadows deep,
And dreams lie dormant in my sleep.
 
Midnight strikes the wary clock
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
For this the hour when dark frights creep
And no one dares to make a peep
 
Nightmare, leave me, let me be!
Please, I beg, just let me free!
From raven thoughts in iv'ry head,
From things I've seen, and done, and said
 
Lord save me, take away my guilt!
Tear down the walls that I have built,
Raise the sun that lights the day,
Chase all the horrid frights away.
 
Down the twilit street I roam,
Where mem'ries house and thoughts keep home,
But now a lantern lights my way
So all my fears are kept at bay
 
 

Music Box

the music box plays
a tinkling song
or it used to
the couple used to dance merrily
on top of it

but now the music
sounds out of tune
the couple dances wearily
their smiles long chipped off

the woman's skirts used to
flair out with the vigor, but now
they are as still as the
wood
they're made of 

The man's eyes used to
twinkle
as he laughed, but 
now
it's been erased by
time's toll

now the music
sounds out of tune
and the couple dances
wearily
their smiles long chipped off

Everyday Magic

The Water Argues with Itself

The water argues with itself, leaving only the firm rocks to be the peacemakers of the current. It's careless and reckless; water only ever wants to go on adventures. It wishes to tumble courageously into a pool far below, it wants to go deep into the ocean, exploring its depths. Some waters are of the more peaceful type; these just do their duty at a leisurely pace, without a care in the world as they move right along in their canals. Then there are the brooks: the ones called "babbling" never cease their chattering. They are the great communicators of the water; they relay messages, gossip, and secrets in a tongue no human can decipher. Water is diverse; you have the renegades and rule-makers, channel jobs and communications managers. They take life as the current takes them, and in their strange life of their own we are enchanted.

what seems to clip our wings

if only i had 
super strength
maybe i wouldn't feel so
weak

if only i could
change the past
maybe i wouldn't have any
regrets

but a life without 
regrets
could mean a life without
lessons

a life without
weakness
could mean a life without
humbleness

maybe even what seems to clip
our wings
will let us understand how to 
fly

maybe what makes us
beyond undeserving of mercy
will lead us to the One who
forgives

for if we never sinned
and if we were all perfect
why would we ever need
God?

stop

stop talking.
give me a
moment to
f
o
c
u
s
my mind is
blurring
my eyes stare
unseeing and i
don't 
know
if i'll ever visit reality
again

stop running, please.
give me a moment to
b
r
e
a
t
h
e
i can't keep up the pace
i'm falling behind and i
don't know if i'll be able to 
catch up
again

stop moving, i'm 
begging you
i can't 
s
t
o
p
shaking
body
vibrating
and you are my only
fixed point

it's all overwhelming
me
and i need to reboot
restart
for the crash has come
and my updates are slowing 
my mind is going
anxiety is showing

just
wait for me
please.
i'll get there
i'll be ready to start
again
eventually.

stop

stop talking.
give me a
moment to
f
o
c
u
s
my mind is
blurring
my eyes stare
unseeing and i
don't 
know
if i'll ever visit reality
again

stop running, please.
give me a moment to
b
r
e
a
t
h
e
i can't keep up the pace
i'm falling behind and i
don't know if i'll be able to 
catch up
again

keep staying still, please
don't move
i can't 
s
t
o
p
shaking
body
vibrating
and you are my only
fixed point

it's all overwhelming
m
e
and i need to reboot
restart
for the crash has come
and my updates are slowing 
my mind is going
anxiety is showing

just
wait for me
please.
i'll get there
i'll be ready to start
again
eventually.

#JA17 Intelligence

Intelligence trumps bravery because without intelligence bravery becomes recklessness. Without bravery intelligence still results in strategic plans. 

Not goodbye

No, this isn't goodbye
It's not the last you'll
See of me
It's not our final hug

It's not our last chat
Or final meal together
Not the last time you'll see your
Daughter
Alive
No, this isn't goodbye

It's not the final farewell
It's not the parting toast
I've lived a life worse than some,
Perhaps better than most
It's not a lost battle,
It's not my curtain call
It's my "I'll see you later,
After the velvet falls"

And though I'll be 
Dying young
I don't have many
Regrets
Just the life I never
Finished living, and 
The time with family I'll never
Get

Send my love
To those who know me
Send my hugs
To my siblings and Dad
Send my regrets
To those I'll never
See again
Tell them,
It's been great
It's been the best

Farewell for now,
I love you so
But don't despair,
When I go...
Mom, don't forget me 
Miss me, but...

Jealousy

jealousy is such a
horrid thing, for
it makes you dislike 
the person
irrationally, then
dislike yourself for
feeling that way

Brother

Hey, brother
Just so you know
I'd miss you
If you ever go

What's up, brother?
You going on an adventure?
I'll go with you, be the backup
I'll help you find the buried treasure

If I didn't have you 
I'd lose part of me
If you weren't my sibling,
Where would I be?

Our personalities oppose
But opposites attract
We're best friends forever,
It's just a fact

Hello, brother
We might go our separate ways
Yet we know each other,
We won't let college keep us away

Dear brother,
I just want you to know 
I'd miss you
If you ever go

And at the end of times
If you've gone ahead of me
I'll see you in heaven, brother
Then together forever we'll be

Veils

the veil
separates 
us from everyone
else

we wear it over our
hearts,
masking how we
feel

we wear it over our
eyes,
so they don't know how we
see others

we wear it over our
heads,
so they don't know what we're
thinking

we wear it over our
mouths,
so that we don't slip up and
say something
offensive 

but though the veil may
cloak us from their
view,
there is 
one
who can see behind the cloth
there is one
and He is the one who
created us.
 

The Fallen Angel

Feathers fall
From broken wing
The fallen angel
No longer sings 

A drooping head
A halo crown
She's on her knees
Her dress stained brown

Her eyes unseeing
The sapphires dull
This pure white flower
They decided to cull

The memorial sits
In the middle of the square
The soldiers' names
Memorialized there

Lost but not found

help me,
please

i can't find my
joy
anymore

it's elusive,
this 
feeling
that i used to know
so well

now i'm just
tired
burnt out
and listless

what happened
t
o
me?

will i 
can i
ever go
back
to who i once
was?

h
e
l
p
me.
please

i lost my 
joy 
and i
can't find it
anymore

From Experience

So many people write
About emotions like
Sadness and 
Romantic love
But I 
I can't write about 
Love, not like
That
From experience
I must go off of
What I've read or
Observed 

I've seen pieces about
Betrayal or 
Broken trust
But I can't write about these from
Experience
I must go off of
How I would feel
If it happened
To me

It's strange to be somehow hindered
By something I don't want to
Feel
It's strange to write about
Something I've never 
Personally
Encountered 

I want to make readers
Feel something
To show these heavy emotions
In a new way

But then again 
That's why I write so much
Fiction 

Everyday Magic

The Water Argues with Itself

The water argues with itself, leaving only the firm rocks to be the peacemakers of the current. It's careless and reckless; water only ever wants to go on adventures. It wishes to tumble courageously into a pool far below, it wants to go deep into the ocean, exploring its depths. Some waters are of the more peaceful type; these just do their duty at a leisurely pace, never having a care in the world as they move right along in their canals. Then there are the brooks; the ones called "babbling" never cease their chattering. They are the great communicators of the water; they relay messages, gossip, and secrets in a tongue no human can decipher. Water is diverse; you have the renegades and rule-makers, channel jobs and communications managers. They take life as the current takes them, and in their strange life of their own we are enchanted.

She begs

teach me how to 
stop caring
she begs
it hurts too much
and i care too easily 

tell me how to 
stop feeling
she cries
it overwhelms me
a blinding torrent

show me how to 
live with the pain
she sobs
because right now i feel like
i can't 

but while caring brings
pain, it also brings 
joy

while emotions can
roil and thunder like a summer storm,
they can also bring healing like a cleansing rain

while pain scars and
cuts, it can also 
be healed 

but right now she
can't comprehend, she
just can't understand

this girl on her knees
in the dead of night 
crying her desperate pleas
unable to see the light

when good doesn't win

what happens when
good
doesn't
win

what happens when
superman
doesn't save
lois lane

what happens when 
everything you know and
love
disappears in the blink of an eye?

does the hero destroy everything
because he just can't care
anymore

does he 
slump against a wall
somewhere invisible to the reader's
eye
and realize that he has
nothing left to
fight for?

no, he 
gets back up again
despite the tears running
down his face
and fights for what is 
right 

good wins 
in the end
but along the way
the rule doesn't always
apply

 

friends, nothing more

she said you aren't the one
yeah, she's the moon, you're the sun
close but never
no, never like that. sever 
your love, it won't get you 
anywhere, it's burning will only do
you harm
oh, she doesn't want to hang on your arm
she wants you to stop loving her, for
she sees you as a friend, nothing more
her love is going to be for another
she loves you like a brother

it was all a fantasy
now you finally see
you were just a good friend
she doesn't want that to end
but you're not the one for her
though she's the one for you, sir
defeated, you walk away 
what else is there to say?
it hurts that you read too much into her words, so kind
it's too late to leave her behind
tears threaten to spill
your love you can't kill
you raise your eyes to the sky
yeah, it's too late to say goodbye

snap

nerves are 
t a u t
waiting for something to
snap
waiting for the tension to
climax
waiting for the fighting to
begin

 

IMPORTANT FOR THOSE WHO ARE FOLLOWING MY PRO-LIFE PIECES (Also, note for those on my prayer request piece)

Hey all! So, I know that I was going to continue on in the line of questioning with the pro-life stuff, and I'm sorry I won't be able to do that now. Of course, if it is for a contest I will most likely post something, but Write the World has asked that I not post those pieces anymore. I hope you guys understand, and I'm sorry I can't respond to the questions posted. 

Also, for those on my prayer requests piece, I will not be posting anymore like them. Again, same reason as before. I will definitely still be praying for you guys, though. I just won't post any other pieces about it. 

God bless!

 

lost

the cold runs 
up my spine,
chilling me
to the core

i've lost track
i can't
find the path
desperation overwhelms

these woods 
beautiful yet
deadly for i
may stay in them forever
 

In the House

Music

The presence in my house is not a spirit. It is not a horrible thing, either. It is music. Music is everywhere in our house. We often play it around the house via speakers. Several members of my family play instruments, filling the rooms with drum beats and piano notes. Music is important to me as an individual as well.
    If I'm at my computer, chances are I'll be listening to music at the same time. My headphones fill with it, and I often find myself singing along with it. I sing everywhere. Sometimes I even sing absentmindedly. A tune is always in my mouth while I do my chores. If I didn't have music, I'd be missing a very important part of me.

#manateeq&a

Hello! I'm doing another one of those q&a's that isn't too personal! Well, we'll see how this goes.

1. What is your favorite book of all time? 
Hmm... I can't just do one book! I love Narnia, Lord of the Rings, Artemis Fowl, and the Mithermages series.
2. Your favorite movie? 
Lord of the Rings or The Princess Bride
3. What is your favorite TV show? 
AGENTS OF SHIELD!!! Best. Show. Ever!
4. Do you play any sports? If so, what are they? 
Nope. 
5. What is your biggest phobia? 
I don't know. Heights? Even that is only in some circumstances. Maybe spiders???
6. What is your favorite song right now? 
King by Lauren Aquilina 
7. What is your favorite type of pie? (had to do this, I love pie) 
I would say apple or pecan.
8. Do you think that money can buy you happiness? 
I mean, it can buy you things that can give you a short-lived happiness,...

A Pair of Poems

Exploring the Woods

The Forest
The trees call to me. A song without words weaves through the forest, drawing me ever deeper. It lulls me into fantasy; it hushes me with its strange silence. For though the magic of the woods sings, and a melody seems to be murmuring, quiet reigns. Branches twist above me, blocking out the light. I hear a trickle as I delve deeper into these woods, and after a moment of contemplation, decide to follow it. A mist hangs in the air, shrouding the trees in the distance. My journey continues until I find a stream. The waters are tan, but as I walk farther up, they clear. Soon I reach a roaring waterfall, water leaping over rocks and tumbling over itself in a descending dance. Partaking of the clean water, I am refreshed; my wits are sharp and my mind is clear. Ready to continue, I wander further into this everlasting, ever-expanding forest.

The Stories of the Wood ...

wrong

you 
betrayed
me

do not

i
e
to me

please, it
makes it 
worse

every lie,
layers upon 
layers and i
don't understand
why you did this to
me

these knives in my back
pierce my heart
it aches for the friendship
we once had
the daggers puncture my lungs
i can't breathe 
choking on my rage and utter
disappointment

for i...
i thought
i had found a friend
to be with me through
thick 
and
thin

but i guess
i was
wrong.

Music Box

the music box plays
a tinkling song
or it used to
the couple used to dance
on top of it

but now the music
sounds out of tune
the couple dances wearily
their smiles long chipped off
 

Anyone Want Some Prayer?

Hi guys! I was wondering if anybody had anything they wanted prayer for. I mean, not like praying for revenge... but I know that for some people this is not the easiest time of year. Also, school can be stressful, and bad stuff just happens sometimes. Comment below if you have anything that you'd like me to pray about, and then in about a week I'll probably post something asking how everybody's doing, and we'll see how this goes! I might do another one next week, too. I would love to pray for you guys.

God bless you all!

 

life and death

death
it hovers over that girl
waiting for her to give in

death by life's own hand
it thought gleefully
but wait

life comes into the picture
gently tries to lead her away
from death's menacing grasp

death cannot stand 
being deprived of another soul
and so tries to pull her back

but life won't relinquish its hold
and slowly the girl
is saved

the girl remembers her
suicidal depression and tries
to save others from its grasp too

One Day

Don't cry, darling
The pain will go away
Though you've fallen
You'll learn how to get back up again
One day. 

Don't sob, child
I know how words can hurt, yet
Though they tell you you're ugly
You'll realize how much God loves you
And your eyes with tears won't be wet.

I know it's hard, love
When grief and terror reign
But though wars ravage the world
There will be peace one day,
All will be right once again. 

Keep the faith, daughter
Keep spreading God's love
Though we are oppressed
And to prison sent, they
Can't stop us from believing,
Even when push comes to shove.

And when you've finished the race,
After all the hardships we've faced
We will be with Him forever,
Sin and sorrow fill us never.

One Day

Don't cry, darling
The pain will go away
Though you've fallen
You'll learn how to get back up again
One day. 

Don't sob, child
I know how words can hurt, yet
Though they tell you you're ugly
You'll realize how much God loves you
And your eyes with tears won't be wet.

I know it's hard, love
When grief and terror reign
But though wars ravage the world
There will be peace
One day, all will be right once again. 

Keep the faith, daughter
Keep spreading God's love
Though we are oppressed
And to prison sent, they
Can't stop us from believing,
Even when push comes to shove.

And when you've finished the race,
After all the hardships we've faced
We will be with Him forever,
Sin and sorrow fill us never.

Longing

Chasing something
We don't know we're looking for

Needing something
That we can't identify

An ache in our heart
For somewhere we've never known

Incomplete
But not knowing why

That's the meaning of 
true
longing.

Come Meet Me

Come meet me
Where the river bends
In that little clearing
Where the world's spell ends

Follow me
Through the brush
The woods beckon
And song birds hush

Sit with me
In the great oak's boughs
We'll watch the brook
And find rest for now

We'll stay here
'Till the end of the day
When the sky comes to life
With light's last rays

Come meet me
where the river bends
In that little clearing
Where the world's spell ends

Bitterness

Bitterness is like
A wry smile
It's like
Ice frosting
Purple crocuses
Blooming too early and
Paying for it dearly.

Fallen

We are weak,
Depressed and void of all
Hope
Our world is in 
Shambles
Leaving us to pick up
Pieces of what once was

Our Earth ravaged by
Wars, pilots
Raining bombs down on
The innocent bystanders, leaving
Orphans and widows 
Behind. 

We
Our society
Our country
We 
are
fallen.

She watched

The little girl stared
At the life going on outside
And said
"I'd rather stay inside."

She watched as society
Thought what they thought
And sighed
"They wouldn't like what I have to say."

She listened as the world
Talked about global warming 
And whispered
"What about the millions of dead unborn?"

She knew of her faults
And sins, and flaws
But she knew they had many
Too

She looked at the problems
Unsolved and worsening
And cried
"Lord, save us all!"

 

#paperbirdq&a

Hi all! I decided to do this q&a mostly because I don't actually have to reveal any super personal information, and I thought it looked fun. Without further ado, let's begin! 

what's the story behind your profile picture? 
I didn't choose my picture for any real significance, but it's a picture we took when on vacation and I really like it. Also, I was tired of not having that one badge that requires one and I wanted something better than an eye as my picture so... yeah.
when you start a "free writing" piece, do you like the font better when it's the editing font or the published font? 
I generally don't notice the difference. The only thing I've actually noticed the difference on is the & thing, so for that I prefer published font.
what movie scarred you for life as a child?  does it still freak you out? 
I don't think any of them did?
look up "horoscope...

What is a human?

what is a
"human"?

is it a person
born of a female human?
no, not according to
society
for a fetus is
not human
so society says

is it a person
who can see?
no
for that would rule out
the blind

is it someone
who can hear?
no 
for that would rule out
the deaf

what is it that makes someone
"human" according to 
society's standards?

for every person on this earth
unborn and born
are human
in God's eyes
so why doesn't everyone
agree?
 

Like Icarus I'll Fall

That girl over there
See her? 
One in a crowd
Many are like her

She just wants to fly
On butterfly wings
Strong and bold
Unafraid of anything

But she can't
She tells herself
I'm too scared that
Like Icarus, I'll fall.

I'll fly too high
And my wings of wax
Will dissolve
Under the sun's scorching glare

That girl over there
See her?
One in a crowd 
Many are like her

Deadly Beauty

Ice frosts the trees
So beautiful. And yet-
So deadly, for
The asphalt gets frozen too.

Can't Feel The Land

Clarify, please
Help me understand
Why I'm on my knees
But still can't feel the land

Oh, I'm in a hurricane
It's whirling in my mind
I think I might be going insane
I think I'm going blind

Deaf to the world 
Because the surge of grief
Has left my senses swirled
And emotions damaged beyond relief

She cried these words that day,
Sadness and pain taking its toll
For one dear to her was taken away,
And the Earth was deprived of a soul. 
 

Can't Feel The Land

Clarify, please
Help me understand
Why I'm on my knees
But still can't feel the land

Oh, I'm in a hurricane
It's whirling in my mind
I think I might be going insane
I think I'm going blind

Deaf to the world 
For the surge of grief
Has left my senses swirled
And emotions damaged beyond relief

She cried these words that day,
Sadness and pain taking its toll
For one dear to her was taken away,
And the Earth was deprived of a soul. 
 

The Caged Bird

The bird sings freely
Yet is stuck in a cage

Oh, if only it could fly
If only its wings weren't broken

Then it could feel the wind on its back,
It could flit through the forest

But alas, no
That's nothing but a fantasy, a wistful dream

So the bird sings,
If only to remind itself of what once was

Memories

You feel so happy
In this moment of time, and yet
Reminisce about past years
But know at the same time that
Soon, you'll be looking back at these times
Wistfully and
Wondering where the time has gone.
That is the meaning of
Memories.
 

Rose Gold

Winter saps away
Color from trees
Green leaves
No more

Of course, the evergreens
Retain their needles
And add a splash of color
To the forests

But some leaves gain 
A warm tint
A peculiar wintry hue
Of rose gold.

Paralyzed

paralyzed, 
i can't
move

stunned,
i can't
speak

for what is left
to say and do
when everything falls apart?

#Manatee Contest A Rose's Defense

roses should be handled
with care

they bloom scarlet
for all to see

but try to hurt them 
and there will be consequences

for the rose's thorns
are its protection

yet for all their prickly nature
they are surprisingly vulnerable

if you're gentle, maybe
the petals will come out of the bud

showing the layers of the flower's personality
to those who love them.

the graveyard

the rows of stones and statues
rose from the ground like remnants
of a forest of trees long cut down
leaving only their stumps as evidence

engraved on each were words
a name, a date, maybe a phrase
telling of people long gone
or recently departed

the people forgotten and
the people missed
both lay underneath the ground
the graveyard doesn't discriminate.

 

ink drip

the ink drips
into the water
corrupting it.

purity 
stained
with a
single 
drop
of 
scarlet

ink drip

the ink drips
into the water
tainting it.

purity 
stained
with a
single 
drop
of 
scarlet

#candleflame I felt hope

I held a little candle flame
The bright glow illuminating my 
Cold hands
My fingers, numb, were warmed by the 
Mellow orange flicker
And I felt hope 
For the first time 
In a while

The icy wind tries to 
Snuff it out, to
Chill me to the core
So I 
Shield the flame from 
The biting gusts

The darkness surrounds and
Wants me to forget that
Hope resides in 
The palm of my hand
But the comforting flame
Reassures me with its
Steady light

And even when the flame
Flickers out,
Smoke rising,
And embers burning wistfully,
Wishing to be ignited,
I will fan the flames
To life again

I held a little candle flame
And I felt hope.

#BleedingLove Left Behind

The woman with a 
Flower
For a name, 
She was his
Love.

His
One and only.
His forever.

They courted for
Years, countless
Memories and smiles
Every hour of the day

One day he asked
Her hand
In marriage. 
And she said
Wait
Let me
Think about it.

He was crestfallen.
Did he say something
Wrong?
He walked around town,
Listless.
Inattentive.

But one sight caught his eye.
The woman,
The one with a 
Flower
For a name
Was with
Another man.
Kissing him.

And she looked
So 
Happy. 
It broke his heart.

A cruel blow,
A stab in the back.
A poison dart,
Filling his loving heart with
Bitterness.

She broke away from that
Man
And saw him staring. Her eyes
Widened, and she started to get out but
It was too late
He had seen it all. 

A shout, but no answer
The man walked away from 
His Love.
His Betrayer.
He wanted to hate her,...

Until We Meet Again

Until we meet again,
She said.
That was 8 years ago, and She
Never came back

He flips through a photo book,
Reminiscing
Times that were,
Times that he wishes would become reality once more

But time has no rewind,
No play back,
No pause on the good times
No skip on the bad

That night, he gets a call from Her parents. 
Her last words to him, her last words to anyone
Ring in his head
"Until we meet again"

He laughs bitterly
A funeral is held, a gravestone etched
For a long dead love
And shattered dreams.

#CastYourCharacters Of Faeries and Fatigues Character Cast (from the ones I've used so far)

Main Character: Lindsey Stone
Hair: Shoulder-length, black and curly
Height: About 5'6 or so
Eyes: Emerald green
Age: 15
Wings: Translucent, pale green
Personality: Clever, somewhat rebellious, very protective of her mother, instinctive.
Person I would cast for her: Ella Jordan (although I'd probably tell her to dye her hair black and maybe wear contacts(?))

First Villain: General Stevens
Age: Probably in 30's to 40's
Eyes: Black
Hair: Unspecified, but probably brown
Height: I don't know. Maybe 6' 1'?
Personality: Cruel
Person I would cast: Mark Ruffalo (Bruce Banner)

Major character #1: Lindsey's Mother
Age: 40's
Height: 5'7
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown
Personality: Loving, brave
Person I would cast: Brook Langton

Major character #2: Lindsey's Uncle
Hair: Black and curly 
Eyes: Green (well, he and Lindsey are related...)
Age: 18 (Fully Fae blooded faeries have different maturity to age ratio)
Height: 5'9
Personality: Brave, persevering, forgiving, understanding
Person I would cast: Craig Rees
Wings: Undetermined, maybe dark brown? Translucent. 

I'm Going Home

Hailey sat by the hospital bed, gripping her grandmother's bony hand. "Grandma, are you going to die?" She whispered. The eight-year-old barely understood the concept of death. 
    "Lee," Her mom had said sadly, using Hailey's nickname, "Grandma doesn't have much time left." 
    "What do you mean?" Hailey asked, wide brown eyes staring up at her parents.   
    "She's gonna die, hoeny," Her dad said.
    "I still don't understand."
    "She's..." Her dad searched for the right thing to say. How do you explain to your daughter that her beloved grandma was going to leave her? "She's going to go away from us for a very long time."
    "Will she come visit?" Hailey asked hopefully. 
    Her dad shook his head. "No, but we'll see her again. She's going to heaven, remember what that is?" Hailey nodded.
    "She's going to a better place, then?"
    Her...

Wilt

The bouquet of roses sits
In its vase
A once-beautiful sight

But now
They're wilting.
A sweet decaying
Vibrant red turning brown.

The woman decided to
Dry them, a tribute
To her dead husband
In remembrance
Of the life they didn't finish enjoying.
A once-beautiful future

But now
It's gone.
Her time with him a bittersweet memory
A moment long past.

The petals fell
Wilt eating at their edges,
A slow death
For a once-beautiful flower.

Christmas was Stolen... Again

 "Aaaaannnndddd..... they're gone."  Dad said, dumbfounded.
  "What are?" I asked.
  "Your presents! The tree!"
    "Well of course," I said matter-of-factly, "What else could they be? Going?"
   He gave me a pained look. "Not funny." 
    I shrugged. "I'm just saying that it was already obvious that they were missing."

The Forest's Call

The forest entices the
Young writers, like
Me
With it's mystery and 
Dark beauty

And as I stare longingly into 
The woods,
Wishing that I could walk in them, that I 
Could lose myself in them,
I step across the guarding trees
And enter another world.

The trees call to me,
They pull me ever further,
Ever deeper,
With the enchantment of their
Nameless 
Yet ancient and powerful
Stories engraved at their hearts.

For the young writer goes in search
Of tales worth telling,
Of pasts needing recounting,
Of those from long ago and
Those nonexistent. 

In the woods, we feel
These fantasies dance
About us like faeries
We feel 
Misty darkness 
Envelop us
And yet are not afraid.

But there's always that worry
That we'll walk in,
Enchanted by the 
Looming trunks,
And will never come out again.

Why should I want 
To find my way out?
Maybe I'd rather
Stay here in the
Forbidden woods.

But when the...

The Forest's Call

The forest entices the
Young writers, like
Me
With it's mystery and 
Dark beauty

And as I stare longingly into 
The woods,
Wishing that I could walk in them, that I 
Could lose myself in them,
I step across the guarding trees
And enter another world.

The trees call to me,
They pull me ever further,
Ever deeper,
With the enchantment of their
Nameless 
Yet ancient and powerful
Stories engraved at their hearts.

For the young writer goes in search
Of stories worth telling,
Of pasts worth recounting,
Of those from long ago and
Those nonexistent. 

In the woods, we feel
These fantasies dance
About us like faeries
We feel 
Misty darkness 
Envelop us
And yet are not afraid.

But there's always that worry
That we'll walk in,
Enchanted by the 
Looming trunks,
And will never come out again.

Why should I want 
To find my way out?
Maybe I'd rather
Stay here in the
Forbidden woods.

But when the...

Clockwork Angel

The clockwork angel kneels there,  
Her eyes beautiful yet full of melancholy, her
Wings shielding her from the world outside
Until you wind her up.

Then this clockwork angel
Unfolds her wings and
Reveals a comforting smile. 
But you never would've known it was there

Had you not turned the key.

Out of her music box
Comes the soothing sounds of
A tinkling piano, making it seem
As if the clockwork angel could sing.

Soon, too soon,
The head lowers, the
Wings shield her once again
From the outside world.

And all you can see are her wistful yet stunning eyes.


 

Mixtape

A Playlist that Took Me a Really Long Time To Come Up With

1. The Parting Glass - Peter Hollens Version
I listen to this song on repeat all the time. Although I'm a very happy person, in fact I'm kind of known for it, I often listen to more melancholy songs. I like this one because it reminds me of how when I die I want to have impacted people in some way during my life, but I still want them to live their lives and be happy. It also reminds me that wealth and wit don't matter in the end.

2. This is Home by Switchfoot
I love this song. I've been a Christian since maybe five or six years ago (?), and my life has been absolutely changed because of the decision. Here are some excerpts from the song.

Belief over misery
I've seen the enemy
And I won't go back
Back to how it was
And I got my heart set on what happens next
I got my eyes...

#Objects Metronome

The metronome sits
On top of the piano
It's slow beat keeping time
While my fingers do not. 

It's rhythm encourages patiently,
Yet continues swinging indifferently,
Almost as if it never noticed
My downfalls and finger-slips.

My ever-present companion
My sometimes hated friend
My metronome is all these things
And with me 'till the end.

Why?

She sits at her desk and
Worries for her sanity
Why do their opinions matter to me? 
She asks,
For she finds them the reasons for her tasks.

Later on when lying in bed
She said,
Why do I seem to care so much
For other's praise and likes and such
Why do they define how much I matter?
She asks again as she gets sadder

Oh, if only she had a clue,
If only she knew
That God loved her, for
It would've shaken her to the core
To know that His opinion
Should be the one to take dominion

Because He loves her,
This we know
For the Bible tells us so
Fearfully and wonderfully created
Then maybe her need for love will finally be sated.

Cease.

A disturbance in the woods, that
Ominous tangle of trees and underbrush, a 
Murder of crows flying from the scene.

A deafening silence, a
Deadly stillness,
Not a word uttered. 

For when the sounds
Cease
That's when danger lurks.

Fragile, It reads.

Fragile,
It reads,
The glass heart
In this fractured child.

So brittle, that
At any moment,
It's desolate beating may
Shatter it.

The heart, it
Shudders haltingly,
Murmuring like a broken machine
In need of repair

The web of cracks decorates its surface like frost,
From loneliness, betrayal,
Broken trust, 
The dead and gone.

The memories of pain,
The scars of hurt, the 
Ache of grief, may
Ever remain. But.

We can try to help this child, to
Show her how to heal.
Though the past reminds her, 
The future need not be as broken.

Not hopeless,
It reads,
The glass heart and its imperfections
Of this healing child.
 

Silence

Silence, they say,
Is deafening.
It is an ominous thing,
This unnerving quiet.
This
Stillness of the grave.
So they say.

Claustrophobia

The walls, they
Press in on me, 
Suffocating with their closeness.

My breathing is labored,
Like a musty cloth over my mouth and nose,
I almost can't breathe.

Panicked,
Wild hysteria
Envelops me.


 

River's Voice

I came upon a little river,
A stream,
Bending around a mighty oak, and
Listened for a moment to the 
Quiet trickle and
Fall of water.

The sparkle of the water
Catching the sunlight had
Me mesmerized. Enchanted,
I started to look for the source, but
"Don't follow the stream, for
It is just as pretty here.
Why aren't you happy with what you have?"
The river whispers,
Hushing me into complacency.

So I sit here, leaning against the sturdy oak,
Reading my book and
Listening to the calmly falling water. 
 

River's Voice

I came upon a little river,
A stream,
Bending around a mighty oak, and
Listened for a moment to the 
Quiet trickle and
Fall of water.

The sparkle of the water
Catching the sunlight had
Me mesmerized. Enchanted,
I started to look for the source, but
"Don't follow the stream, for
It is just as pretty here.
Why aren't you happy with what you have?"
The river whispers,
Hushing me into complacence.

So I sit here, leaning against the sturdy oak,
Reading my book and
Listening to the calmly falling water. 
 

Golden Rivers

A wildfire
on the hillside

green, undisturbed evergreens
surrounding
a slow fire.

aspens burn up
golden fire licks 
those branches

turning green
to gold
come Fall.

#candleflame I felt hope

I held a little candle flame
The bright glow illuminating my 
Cold hands
My fingers, numb, were warmed by the 
Mellow orange flicker
And I felt hope 
For the first time 
In a while

The icy wind tries to 
Snuff it out, to
Chill me to the core
So I 
Shield the flame from 
The biting gusts

And even when the flame
Flickers out,
Smoke rising,
And embers burning wistfully,
Wishing to be ignited,
I will fan the flames
To life again

I held a little candle flame
And I felt hope.

#oneblue Rhythm and Tsunamis

Blue is the color of life; sometimes rhythmic, but occasionally producing a tsunami that will knock you over if you're not careful.

Dimensions #cwccompetition

You try to put me in a box
To find the right category, the right size
There is none for me
Don't you see?

Like putting sneakers on a horse,
Not knowing that
That's not the right type to use
Oh, the importance of the fit of shoes.

I can't just fit in one specific box
I love writing
But I'm an artist, too
How can you say that only one is true?

You can't put me under a label like "hopeless",
Because I'm not, and like sneakers on a horse,
It does not work for me at all,
In it I will trip and fall.

I am many things, for example
I am not just creative, I am also logical.
Oh, the dimensions of personality.
So hard to fit in one category

 

From the Pen

From the pen comes
Drawings and mistakes
Practice sketching hands
And doodles of some cakes

From the brush comes
Careful strokes
Dainty flowers
Happy blokes

From the keyboard comes
Worlds on end
Poems that boggle
Stories to mend

From my head comes
The ideas and thoughts
That blossom into all these things,
The root of many soughts.

#BlottedInkContest Foreshadower

A banshee,
A lost soul,
A dead maiden

The funeral wailer
The singing comforter
The screaming accuser

The foreshadow
The warning
The grief to come
Am I.

I am the
Hope cut short, the
Act before the finale, the
Announcer for the party

I wander
Lonely
Aimlessly
Until I yet again
Pronounce coming death
And grief.



 

When the Trumpets Sound

Everywhere you see
Anger
In the hospitals they feel
Pain
In the crowds you find
Loneliness
On screens you see
Grief

In the orphanages are
The Lost.
In the graveyards,
The Slain.
In the high schools
The Depressed
Everyone's wondering
Is there no relief?

Is there rest for the weary,
Is there soothing for the crying?
Is there gladness for the depressed,
Is there hope left for the dying?

Though the world may seem
Quite bleak and cruel
There comes a day
When the King will rule. 

Then the Earth will be made anew
And He will wipe away our tears
There will be no pain or death
We'll no longer have our fears

So keep the faith,
Though darkness surrounds
Just wait for the day
When the trumpets sound.

 

Christmas was Stolen... Again

 "Aaaaannnndddd..... they're gone."  Dad said, dumbfounded.
  "What are?" I asked.
  "Your presents! The tree!"
    "Well of course they are," I said matter-of-factly, "What else could they be? Going?"
   He gave me a pained look. "Not funny." 
    I shrugged. "I'm just saying that it was already obvious that they were missing."

Cared Too Much (Book-inspired Poetry)

I care too much
To let it show
You cared too little
And decided to go

You seem to think
That you can repair it in a snap
But my childhood can't be saved
It disappeared with a thunderclap.

I'm not heartless
Like many assume
I'd just hate to see
You all in a tomb

I'll never be "normal"
That will never apply
But in my unusuality 
Is where my talents lie

For you see, I'm a genius
It's simply a fact
And I'm just trying to piece together
My family, trying to keep them intact

I care too much,
But I'm learning to let some show
Please, give me a chance.
Don't give up and go.

Shatters Like Glass

When dawn breaks
I shatter

A million shards
Brilliant shrapnel

Falling over the town,
Endlessly

Progress hindered
By nooks and crannies.

When the sun sets
I'm gathered into darkness

Dark hands wrap around me, then
I explode

Thrown into the air
Pinpricks of paint against ink

Finally I am pieced together
Like glass once again

Only so I can break 
At day's beginning




 

#streetkids Life

Staring out the window,
Watching life go by,
I know it's safer in here,
For the ones outside I sigh

I could go out there
And join them in their splashing
But I'm afraid of catching cold
And what summer storms can bring

I could do anything,
Spread my wings and fly,
But the gravity would bring me down,
Is that why I cry?

If only you knew
And if only I understood
Why I just want to get to a better place
If I even could

Maybe I'm weary,
And tired of life's wear,
Maybe I'm broken,
And need much repair

But instead of looking ahead
I look outside, hoping for comfort
Thinking I find some, but really I find none,
My pleasure is sadly short

 I do not wish to partake
Of what outside might bring
I hope with the angels
I might soon be able to sing

I hope I will see you,
In heaven when I...

#fiveendings Candle

A little girl sat
Watching the world revolve
Wishing so desperately
For its problems to be solved

She walked down the street
And saw much hate and hurt
Arguments blossoming
Like flowers from dirt

What could she do
To save them from their plight?
She could only try to be a candle in the dark
She could be one tiny light

And so she tried to better
Her corner of the Earth
Give the discouraged a hope
And the homeless a hearth

The young woman sat
Wishing for a better time
Until then, though,
She'd have life's mountain to climb

Finally at the summit,
The old woman sighed
She knew she couldn't make the Earth perfect.
Alas, all the world watched as she died.  

#fiveendings Candle

A little girl sat
Watching the world revolve
Wishing so desperately
For it's problems to be solved

She walked down the street
And saw much hate and hurt
Arguments blossoming
Like flowers from dirt

What could she do
To save them from their plight?
She could only try to be a candle in the dark
She could be one tiny light

And so she tried to better
Her corner of the Earth
Give the discouraged a hope
And the homeless a hearth

The young woman sat
Wishing for a better time
Until then, though,
She'd have life's mountain to climb

Finally at the summit,
The old woman sighed
She knew she couldn't make the Earth perfect.
Alas, all the world watched as she died.  

Confuzzled

Confuzzled: A word that means to vaguely know what a person is talking about, but to still be confused.

Rhymes with: Muzzled

See You Then #DearGod

Dear God,
 Did my dead relative make it? Maybe I can see her when I die. I've missed her. I was wondering, do the miscarried go to heaven? I hope they do. I'm sure you know why. Have all the miscarried babies and aborted babies found rest in Your presence? Away from this sad, sin-ridden world, did they find peace? Lord, please give me wisdom when I try to answer questions about religion and abortion. Please let my answers reflect You. I don't want to turn people away; rather, I want to turn them to You, so I pray that you open their eyes. 
      This world is so incredibly messed up. Many have turned away from you, Lord. Will they ever see You for who You are? The Creator? The King of all Kings? Will they ever know of the sacrifice on Calvary? In the end, they will. When Revelations takes place, they will. But until then,...

Pro-Lifer's Views on Abortion Essay (Pt. 2)

Hi all! In this one, I'm going to answer some questions I got from CatherinelyMe.
(I am assuming that these are all referring to whether or not it's okay to have an abortion)
1. What if the woman was raped? I've already answered this on Pt. 1, but long story short I think that the woman in this case was an innocent who got hurt. It would be better for only one innocent to get hurt by the rape rather than two (The other is the unborn baby). Why multiply it? 
2. What if the fetus was a result of incest (there was a 12 year old incest rape victim that I heard about and there were to lawyers fighting to deny her an abortion) Again, I think that abortion is not right. Same thing with the whole "don't hurt two innocents" thing, but also why should you? Because the child is illegitimate? Because the girl is so young? If she...

Pro-Lifer's Views on Abortion Essay (Pt. 1)

Hi all! I'm tired of postponing writing this so while this will not be the whole essay, I will answer some of the questions I saw on the posts. Others I will answer later. All, you can go to the Questions for Pro-lifer Only place to submit more questions for me to try to answer if you have any. Okay, here goes! Also, disclaimer, I don't mean any offense by posting this and I wish to be respectful and for all debates on my pieces to stay civil.

I'm going to answer questions from RainAndSonder.
1. What if the woman got pregnant against her will, e.g. as a result of rape?: Think about this. The woman was wronged. An innocent woman was wronged, and there's nothing we can do to prevent it from happening, as it happened in the past. However, the baby never did anything wrong to the mother. Therefore, the baby is innocent. If you get an...

Things to answer for the Pro-life Questions Topic

Paperbird’s questions
Where does a sperm and egg become a baby?
How do we distinguish when life begins?
Is it when the baby becomes conscious (because then it would be ethical to abort the baby in early stages)?
Is it when the two connect?
 There are thousands of eggs in a woman's ovaries?
 Is it not unethical to not birth each one?
What do you think of babies that aren't formed yet. If it's simply a sperm and an egg, it's just a tiny clump of matter. It doesn't have a brain, free will, or emotion. Do you think that could be aborted, or is it still inhumane?
However, if there's such a tiny clump of matter without a brain or a heart or free will, don't you think that the mother matters more? The mother has the right to her own body, her own choices, and whether or not she wants to have a baby.
Artificialaorta
There's a massive...

Skipping Stones

Skipping stones like
Opinions
Hop
Across
The pond.

The well-shaped ones skip
All the way across the space
Between
Sides, and
Finally hit home
On the other shore.

The poor ones are thrown
Yet do not skip
Instead, they sink.
If they had only been thrown
By a better stone-skipper,
They would have made it.
Or
If only they had a better shape
They would have made it.

Even the ones that are
Well-thrown
Well-formed
Sometimes don't
Reach the other person
And sink down, down, down,
Disregarded.

And so we throw
Opinions like
Skipping stones.

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 14

            Staring into the fire, I asked, “Do you hate me? After all I’ve done to you and your people? I’ve kidnapped you, just a random Fae to me, but a leader to all those who-“ I choked, “who’re gone now.” Silence reigned for several minutes. I knew he wasn’t asleep, even at this undeterminable time of night.
            I looked up at him, afraid of what I’d see. Absolute disgust, maybe? No, that’s not what I saw. Instead, he looked at me, those almost-familiar emerald eyes filled with pity, weariness, sadness. “No. I’m not. It’s… it’s not your fault, Lindsey. You didn’t know.”
            “You should,” I said bitterly. “Hatred is all I deserve. Why don’t you just leave, run away?”
            “You need my help. Besides, I have nothing left to run to.” What was I running towards, I wondered. Further danger, most likely. A path of loneliness, regret, and self-hatred. All for my mother. But would she...

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 13


To the East, bright flashes of light blossomed above the tree canopy. I heard a whooshing sound and looked up. Dark shapes flew swiftly over us, briefly blotting out the stars. “Bombs. Those planes were carrying bombs!” The leader shouted, standing up from his place next to me. “What did the general do? Did you know that this would happen?” I got up as quickly as I could, still piecing the puzzle together.
            “Wait, bombs? Oh no!” Realization dawned, and I started shaking. “The Fae! We need to go help them!” Then a voice. That dreaded, hated voice that controlled my actions sounded in my head, laughing.
            “There are none left for you to save,” the general sneered. “Go ahead, investigate if you wish. Be back here tomorrow morning when the sun rises, though, or else. Also, Miss Stone?”
            “…Yes, general?”
            “Thank you so much for your cooperation. If it weren’t for you, we never would’ve...

Loss

Denial is the shocked silence,
the death-cold touch,
the sight of the loved one.

Grief is the sound of sobbing,
the smell of funeral roses,
the taste of tears.

Loss is the empty chair,
the deserted room,
the fresh-dug grave.

Healing is the comforting,
the enveloping hugs,
the remembering of those who died.

Remembrance is the always,
the never forgetting,
the ever missing.

Library Magic

Not Mine.

A house of books,
A library?
With crannies and nooks,
And more books than you can carry?

That's one of them.
But it's not mine.

My house of books? No,
Mine is intangible, figurative
To it I go,
But there I do not live.

A house completed?
Not mine.

My construct goes ever on and on,
Built by books of poetry.
Built with tomes of action, song,
And sometimes novels of mystery.

A house on Earth?
Not mine.

My building is in my head, 
To access while I do a chore
To ponder while I sew with thread
To add to when I read some more. 

Does it decay?
Mine does.

Sometimes, the savage
Time comes to visit.
The materials it will ravage
With its forgetting kit. 

Does the construct change?
Mine does.

As I grow older, 
More learned and wise,
The words start to shoulder
Thoughts many times their size. 


So why do you go there, to your house...

Questions for Pro-Lifer Only

Hi guys! Okay, you can post questions on here, but please no debating! I just need a list of what to try to answer. You can go debate on my other piece with a similar name. Thanks!

Any Questions for a Pro-life?

Hey everyone. Recently I posted a piece titled MY RANT!!! For the rant competition. It was about abortion, and so sort of sparked a debate. I did not think that I would continue that debate, but a reviewer seems to be interested in having me write a longer essay on a pro-lifer's views on abortion (that was my impression anyways). So anyways, if you would like me to try to answer any specific questions on abortion, put them in the comments. Anybody can post questions - pro-choicers, pro-lifers, or somewhere in between. I will do the best I can with answering these questions in a future essay, and I will be answering from a pro-life POV. 


Have a good day (or night or whatever)!

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 12

“Lindsey, fly to the west of your location until I tell you to stop. You’ll camp there for a night and rest up; I’ll give you further instructions in the morning.” General Stevens said.
            “Alright,” I whispered. I couldn’t believe how much pain I was in from the bullet. My shoulder burned like fire. I hoped that they had saved Sean and that other guard. The leader and I made it out of the compound without any further violence. “We are to fly west. The general will tell me when to stop.” Piercing green eyes studied me from the shadow of the hood.
 “How do you get instructions from him?”
“Two implanted chips,” I said, “Let’s go.” We walked a good distance away from the compound when an alarm sounded. Uh oh. In order to make sure that the leader was still with me, we had to turn visible again. Going in front of me, we took off. I...

Update- Of Faeries and Fatigues

Hey, sorry. I definitely won't be coming out with a chapter tonight, because, well, Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving everyone, and God bless!

State of Awe

Look Up.

    I do not know when I first experienced this moment of awe. Maybe it was while I was on a bike, riding down a street with its view of the sky, and I just happened to look up. Maybe it was while I was in a car, driving to a place that I cannot recall. Who knows? I just know that when I look up at the sky, a simple happiness sometimes comes over me. For it is hard to describe what color the sky is today. It looks like many colors, maybe imperceptible shades away from each other on the color wheel. When I look at the sunset, with its cotton candy clouds and lavender shading, its yellows and oranges and the bright ball of fire in the middle of it, I think, "God is so creative! He made such a beautiful Earth for us to live on."
    Many people love sunsets and dawns. Yet when one...

Out of Reach

Japanese maple,
with red leaves, limbs reaching for
The bright, twinkling stars.

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 11

As we walked, I went over the plan. How would this work? After all they’ve done for me, I’m planning to do this? “For my mother,” I whisper almost inaudibly, “If I don’t… she’ll die.” Then, to Sean, “Are we almost there?”
“Yes, we’re close.”
“What does the leader want from me?”
“He wants to find out what you know about the general and he wants to know if he can rely on you.”
            “What do you mean?”
 He grinned. “I think that he wants to recruit you.” I swallowed. Finally, we came to a set of doors. There were two guards on either side, and they stepped into the room after us. We were in some sort of meeting room. Many faeries were seated at a rectangular table ahead, but one in particular caught my eye. I guessed that he was the leader. He wasn’t tall, but he was imposing; oddly enough, he wore a hooded cloak. I...

Of Faeries and Fatigues Update

Sorry guys. It's too late for me to write one today. I'll try to get one out tomorrow. 

#WARNING Labels

"CAUTION: ART-LOVER"
my warning label
says, standing out on my wrist,
scarlet red on dark beige

I'm the one who
taken on a trip will
love the small art galleries
and exclaim over all the pictures

"CAUTION: NOT EASILY OFFENDED"
my warning label
declares, white words on
red, there for all to see.

if a friend tries to "burn"
me, I'll probably just laugh
if they really mean it, though,
maybe a different story

"CAUTION: NO POKER FACE"
it screams
warning others that
I'm easily targeted in those games

I'm getting better at one, but
I laugh easily, smile easily
when with friends
obviously, I'm a horrible player in mafia

Eyes

Look into my eyes, she
Said to him.
What do you see?

Do you see 
Regrets,
Fear, 
Ruthlessness,
Hatred?

Do you see
Depression,
Sadness,
Emptiness, 
No hope?

Maybe emotions are not seen, 
Perhaps you see
Color.

Brown, like dirt.
Spiked rims, like ebony.
Black, like a pit.

And he replied,
I see...

I see a 
Fire, an
Imagination, 
A
Home.

I see
Intelligence,
Happiness,
Love,
Warmth.

I do see color.
Black, like the beautiful night.
Brown, like chocolate.
And spilled coffee rims.

He grinned, she
Smiled.
He had seen.
Will you marry me,
He asked.
She said
Yes.

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 10

A knock on my door sounded. I startled and rolled out of the comfortable bed. When had I fallen asleep? I walked across the room and opened the door. It was Sean. “How’re you doing? Get any sleep?” I nodded mutely. “Great! You can find the dining hall to your left. I’ve talked to the leader, and he wants to meet you. I’ll stop by your quarters sometime this afternoon.” He turned away, but as he did so I noticed a gun at his hip. As I closed the door, I hoped that guns would be common around the compound. I found a pile of new clothes next to the bed on a table. As I changed into them, I realized how thin I was (and must have looked). During my time in prison I must’ve lost some weight.
            The dining hall proved to be a good place to find guns. How to get them was the question, though....

Rant!!!!


The abortions of babies who have been prenatally diagnosed with terminal illnesses or defects should not be allowed. It's wrong to abort them, even if they might die anyways. They are humans too. Life is beautiful and precious. Babies are gifts. Let me use an example to explain to you my reasoning.
    Let's say that you are pregnant, and the doctors are telling you that your baby has anencephaly. As far as I know, this condition always ends with death. Would you terminate the baby or keep it? It doesn't always die immediately; in fact there have been a couple anencephalic babies that have lived till 3 years old. Let's say that you have a grandpa who's in the hospital with a fatal condition. Would you tell the doctors to end his life because he's definitely going to die anyways? I would say that you probably wouldn't. You would cherish the time left with him, and spend every...

Update- Of Faeries and Fatigues

Sorry guys, but I can't get this one out tonight. I'll try to publish the next chapter tomorrow.

Sorry again!

Wisdom out.

Extraordinary in the Ordinary

And So the World was Deprived

The unborn baby
In its mother's womb
Holds in itself
Hopes and dreams and fears and love.
And yet it is discarded
This beautiful little one
Like it's not a gift, instead it's
Killed by cruel tools,
And the world is deprived.

A response to Paperbird's philosophical questions (Christian POV)

Here are my responses. Just remember, I am pretty young so these are just my opinions. Also, while I am a Christian, these are not the opinions of a Catholic one. I also do not mean to be disrespectful.
I.                     I don't think that Christianity has to explain the Big Bang Theory, because (1) it is just a theory. I don't believe that it's been proven to be true. (2) Christians do not necessarily believe in the Big Bang. I believe in God saying, "Let there be light." and then there was light (creationism). I think that this could plausibly have looked like the Big Bang, or the nebula theory (if you've heard of it), but I do not think that that is necessarily how it happened. Also, on the point about the bits of religion that have been disproven, can you be more specific? Religion is a broad term, and so while you could mean that part of religion...

State of Awe

Look Up.

    I do not know when I first experienced this moment of awe. Maybe it was while I was on a bike, riding down a street with its view of the sky, and I just happened to look up. Maybe it was while I was in a car, driving to a place that I cannot recall. Who knows? I just know that when I look up at the sky, a simple happiness sometimes comes over me. For it is hard to describe what color the sky is today. It looks like many colors, maybe imperceptible shades away from each other on the color wheel. When I look at the sunset, with its cotton candy clouds and lavender shading, its yellows and oranges and the bright ball of fire in the middle of it, I think, "God is so creative! He made such a beautiful Earth for us to live on." Many people love sunsets and dawns. Yet when one...

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 9

Sean and I flew down to the ground slowly. Well, okay, what I did was closer to dropping like a stone in a slightly controlled manner. I teetered for a moment, knocked off balance by exhaustion and a hard impact. “Woah, there, steady now.” Sean gripped my shoulder and I eventually stopped wobbling.
            “Thanks,” I said. He nodded, and then led me to the door. There were two Fae guards.
            The one on the right said, “’Allo, Sean. The others are already inside. Wait, hold up. Who’s this one?”
            “She’s a Fae that we rescued at the compound. She was being held against her will and since she’s of our kind, I figured I should take her here.”
            “Half Fae,” I mumble. Then I hear a voice. Oh no, not now.
            “Stone? Are you at the compound yet?”
            “Yes, I am. This isn’t a good place to talk, though. I’ll tell you when I’m...

Praying #balloons

Busy, late for work,
My mind cries
Grades aren't great,
Mom is sick

Not one free 
Evening
In this entire
Week!

I can't 
Take a break
Relax
Rest

Desperately
I begin to pray
To Jesus,
The One in heaven

Do you hear me,
I ask?
Because if you do,
I need help. 

My life is 
So busy
So full that it's
Bursting at the seams

And as I pour
My heart out to
Him, I start
To feel better.

All my anxieties
All my worries
Slip away
Like balloons

I've given them to 
The Lord.

Watching them
Float away,
I feel
At peace.

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 8

“Listen closely to what I tell you. I can hear everything you hear and say. I know your exact coordinates. I have your Mother in a holding cell. Unless you want us to punish her, you will do what I tell you to.” I gulped. What did they do to me? Realization dawned.
            “A chip,” I whispered, “you put a chip in me.” He laughed, as if pleasantly surprised that I had understood.
            “Yes. Two, actually. We had them put in when you were unconscious.” I could hear his smirk. It’s a strange sensation, hearing someone talk and yet not being in their vicinity. “Continue with your Fae friend, Sean, until you get to the compound.” I nodded, and then remembered that he couldn’t see it.
            “Okay,” I said wearily. When would this end? I had never been free. I had been helping the government this whole time.
            “Okay… what?”
            “Okay. Sir.” I ground out. ...

Your World in Three Senses

Content

SMELL: This place I think of, it smells like crisp, cool autumn air. You may think that should not count as a smell, but it is one to me. The air smells clear, not humid. That is like the smell of summer: humid, yet not stifling. I love this sharp air, and savor it as I watch the mist circle the mountains.
SIGHT: The golden browns, bright yellows, and dull, wine-colored, or bright maple red colors all mix together to form mountains in the distance. The soft gray mist envelops the mountains, as if giving them an embrace. I study the grey sky and think about sunshine, but not because I'm wishing for it. Grey skies can be sad and depressing, or they can make you think of the rain that will soon come to cleanse all in a bright world of water droplets on spider webs. They make me think of Misty Mountains in Middle Earth. I hear happiness,...

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 7

Mother was all I could think about on the way to Sean’s headquarters. She was my rock, my foundation. If I didn’t have her, I would surely crumble. My earliest memory came back to me; even that had my mother in it.
            This memory took place on my fifth birthday. It was a school day, but I left with a smile on my face. Surely someone would care that I was halfway to ten; surely at least one person would know and would congratulate me. School was the same as it had always been. I sat in class, ignored by the teacher. I sat at lunch, alone. As the day progressed, I slowly realized that none of my classmates had ever cared about me; none ever would. When I came home that day, I was crying, my chest heaving with wracking sobs. “What’s wrong, darling?” Mother had asked me. I sniffled.
            “I had th-thought that” I hiccupped. “I...

Novel Writing Competition 2018

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapters 1 and 2

 "What have you done?" Mother yelled. "You know that you mustn't use your powers in public!"
    "It was just a bit of fun," I muttered sullenly.
    "Lindsey, you could've been discovered by the police!"
    "Yeah, but they wouldn't have been able to find me! I can turn invisible, you know."
    Mother looked at me, sorrow in her eyes. "I know. But we can't take the risk! Just go do your homework. We can talk about this later." I sighed, stomped up the stairs, and plopped down on my bed. It's so unfair! Here I am, in this desolate little town that we call home, and the one person who can make anything grow from the barren ground is kept hidden when she could provide food for everyone. Let me introduce myself. I am Lindsey Stone; I live in a tiny town called Rhye. It's full of crumbling houses (that we all live...

To All The Broken #zixmusic

This is a letter
To all the broken,
Lost and depressed.

"Come to me,
All you who are weary
And burdened."
Jesus said.
"And I will give you rest."

This is a letter 
To the anxious
And worn out

"Cast all your anxiety
On Him because 
He cares for you."
The Bible says.

The Lamb of God
Who died for us
He forgives the sinners
He died on the cross

This is a message
To all the unloved
To all the abused

"The Spirit you received
Does not make you slaves,
So that you live in fear
Again; rather,"
The Bible says,
"The Spirit you received
Brought about your adoption to sonship."

The Lamb of God
Who died for us
He loves the sinners
He died on the cross

This is a message 
To all the ignored
The friendless and the lonely

"And surely I am with you
Always,"
Jesus said.
"To the very end of the age.”

 

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Update

Hi guys. I would like to say that I am really sorry, but I don't think that I will be able to get a chapter out today. Wednesdays are very busy for me, so I am going to adjust my schedule for writing chapters. I will still try to get one out a day. However, this will most likely exclude Wednesdays. I may still publish one a day on later Wednesdays, but sometimes I just don't have enough time. Sorry again, and thank you all for your support. 

I hope you understand,

Christy Wisdom

The Strict Secondary School (A poem written for All-Around Alliteration)

A little girl sat there, wildly weeping
I wondered why; we were supposed to be sleeping
In this strict boarding school
"Be quiet" is the first rule.

A frenzied fight broke out on the lawn
I stood far away, watching brain vs. brawn
And why they were skirmishing, I had no clue
For "No fighting" is policy number two.

A student swore in class today
I covered my ears, not knowing what to say
For in detention is where you'll be
If you disobey "No cursing", rule number three.

In this strict secondary school
There are but three rules
Be quiet. No fighting.
And my favorite, no cursing. 
 

The Broadcast #Nefariousplancontest

    "Are you ready to go live, Wisdom?" The radio broadcaster asks me.
    I suck in a breath, then nod. "Yes."
    "Okay. We're on the air in 5, 4, 3, 2, and go." The recording light blinked on, and I began to speak.
    "Hello, listeners. This is Christy Wisdom. I have a story to tell you all. One day, I noticed that my favorite writer on a website called "Write the World" hadn't posted for 5 months. However, her profile bio had said that she was 18, and Write the World only allows writers who are 13-18 years old to write on their website. I thought that her birthday must have passed; deciding that nothing was wrong, I went about my normal browsing of the prose and poetry. But then I uncovered something that made me think that Write the World was actually more dastardly than it had seemed. A writer on the...

#firstraycontest A poem about the one true God (Jesus!!)

We live in the dark
Trying desperately to make our mark
Some people do; for those a candle flares
And everyone stares
But will it last?
They all asked.

I say yes.
For in this darkness
In the world and my life
There is one who suffered through the strife

He suffered ridicule, disbelief, and pain
So that new lives we could gain
My Lord, the first ray of light
In my blindness, a welcome sight

I've seen so many candles all around me
As I grow up, I see
That we are supposed to be the light and salt
We who follow the One without fault

Those candles that I know will stay
Represent the Christians, though they pass away
Their lives are an inspiration
And their stories go on to inspire the new generation.



 

The Broadcast #Nefariousplancontest

    "Are you ready to go live, Wisdom?" The radio broadcaster asks me.
    I suck in a breath, then nod. "Yes."
    "Okay. We're on the air in 5, 4, 3, 2, and go." The recording light blinked on, and I began to speak.
    "Hello, listeners. This is Christy Wisdom. I have a story to tell you all. One day, I noticed that my favorite writer on a website called "Write the World" hadn't posted for 5 months. However, her profile bio had said that she was 18, and Write the World only allows writers who are 13-18 years old to write on their website. I thought that her birthday must have passed; deciding that nothing was wrong, I went about my normal browsing of the prose and poetry. But then I uncovered something that made me think that Write the World was actually more dastardly than it had seemed. A writer on the...

Should Have #paperbirdcontest

    Me and my sister, Tara, were ice-skating. We hadn't known that the ice was thin. How could we have known? For we were only twelve and eight, respectively, and the only things we heard were the ever-present crackles of ice on a cloudy winter morning. We didn't hear the ice crack under Tara's feet. How could we have known, for the only things we saw were the needles of ice flying from our skates. We didn't see that they were landing on fractures. I should have noticed something, anything. We should have been more careful. 
    If we had been I wouldn't be sitting here, sobbing and screaming internally, "Why her?". One second she was next to me, I closer to the land, she just a few feet closer to the center of the lake. Then in a moment a crack sounded and the ice collapsed under her and she screamed and I screamed and terror reigned....

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 6

After turning ourselves invisible, we hurried through the hushed corridors. A right, then a left, then a right again. Finally, I broke the silence. “Where is everyone?”
            “We took out some of them, but I don’t know how many more there are. Stay on your guard.” Sean said. Eventually we reached a set of doors. Locked. Sean pulled the keys he had taken from the soldiers and tried each one on the lock; the last key matched the lock. We readied our weapons, me with a dagger and the rest with their guns, then pushed open the door.
            Sunlight greeted us. I gasped; it had been an undeterminable amount of time since I had seen such a bright light, and it momentarily blinded me. “Come on!” Aoife muttered from somewhere ahead. “We need to leave.” Jogging through the doors, I was hit by the unfamiliarity of the landscape. Trees and plants surrounded me, and a floral scent was...

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 5

I sat up, unable to make out the dim shouting from the corridor. The door burst open, and two guards dressed in full combat fatigues and carrying machine guns stationed themselves beside my door, closing it behind them. I found myself staring at them, and awkward silence ensued. “What’s happening?” I asked shakily. They just stood there like stone statues. I absentmindedly twirled my hair, wishing I knew what was happening. Then I understood the reason for their guns. Sucking in a deep breath, I screamed as loud as I could, “Help! Is there anyone out there? I’m trapped in this room! He-“ One of the guards had rushed over, clamping his hand over my mouth.
            “You be quiet! Don’t make another noise, or there will be” he gestured to a dagger hanging on his belt “consequences.” Still suspicious despite my scared silence, he dug a spare cloth for gun cleaning out of his pocket and tied it around...

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 4

    General Stevens looked at me with a triumphant smirk. I looked back at him with a serene smile. "Miss Stone, do you have wings?" 
    "Yes, I do." I affirmed dreamily. Stevens nodded, and made a note on a piece of paper. I could not read it, nor did I care to in my affected state.
    "Do you know the location of any Magicals?" 
    "No." I frowned, and despite the serum running through my veins, my head began to clear just enough for me to feel a smidgen of doubt. 
    "This is my last question: what powers do you have, half Fae?" He leaned forward in his seat, looking intently at me. 
    My mouth began to form words, but my mind had begun to scream at me to wait, no, stop! I realized that my Fae heritage had caused the serum to last far less time than it should...

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 3

 I didn't think that I'd be able to sleep, but I did. My dreams were confused, and in them appeared first my father, saying, "I love you, Lindsey. I'm sorry I must leave you so soon. But so is the life of a Fae. Short as the wick of a candle.", then my Mother, saying, "You look just like him, you know. Except for the length of your hair." In the dream, she had a twinkle in her eyes that I had not seen for a long time. When I awoke, I was surprised to find wetness on my cheeks. Tears. Though Father died long ago, the wound was still fresh. He died when I was just eight. I'm fifteen now, and the pain hasn't gone. The harsh light blinked on, and I startled out of my thoughts. "Okay, wake up! It's time to see General Stevens." A soldier shouted, barging into the room. I stood up, and he came...

Novel Writing Competition 2018

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapters 1 and 2

 "What have you done?" Mother yelled. "You know that you mustn't use your powers in public!"
    "It was just a bit of fun," I muttered sullenly.
    "Lindsey, you could've been discovered by the police!"
    "Yeah, but they wouldn't have been able to find me! I can turn invisible, you know."
    Mother looked at me, sorrow in her eyes. "I know. But we can't take the risk! Just go do your homework. We can talk about this later." I sighed, stomped up the stairs, and plopped down on my bed.It's so unfair! Here I am, in this desolate little town that we call home, and the one person who can make anything grow from the barren ground is kept hidden when she could provide food for everyone. Let me introduce myself. I am Lindsey Stone; I live in a tiny town called Rhye. It's full of crumbling houses (that we all live in...

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 2


    Earth used to be inhabited by many of the magical creatures you hear about in stories. The mermaids, faeries, banshees, trolls, and goblins used to live with the humans. That's not to say that they lived in harmony. The humans hated the magic folk. They envied their powers. Wars broke out all across the globe, and all of the magic races were killed off, one by one. Or so the story goes. But what they didn't realize is that many hidden Magicals (mankind's term for them collectively) still lived to this day. 
    The one thing about the magic folk, my descendants, is that they don't live very long. Faeries, for example, only live until 25. They grow fast, though, and mature at about 13. As a result of their short life span, they marry at about 15. My father was one of them. My mother used to say that he was the most handsome person you...

Of Faeries and Fatigues - Chapter 2


    Earth used to be inhabited by many of the magical creatures you hear about in stories. The mermaids, faeries, banshees, trolls, and goblins used to live with the humans. That's not to say that they lived in harmony. The humans hated the magic folk. They envied their powers. Wars broke out all across the globe, and all of the magic races were killed off, one by one. Or so the story goes. But what they didn't realize is that many hidden Magicals (mankind's term for them collectively) still lived to this day. 
    The one thing about the magic folk, my descendants, is that they don't live very long. Faeries, for example, only live until 25. They grow fast, though, and mature at about 13. As a result of their short life span, they marry at about 15. My father was one of them. My mother used to say that he was the most handsome person you...

Sounds Assail Me

Sounds Assail Me

All around me
Is a cacophony
A rioting crowd, banging, banging, banging,
On the front gates of the palace.
'LET US IN!
LET US IN!" 
They cry,
Voices full of blood and war,
Hatred and gore.

I am nothing but an onlooker, invisible as a ghost,
I care not much, a little at most,
And I see no reason to stop their protesting 
But I will not join in.
Or so I thought, as I looked on.
Now I watch the makeshift battering ram
Bang against the gates of those the crowd hate,
And I know their anger will never die, for violence does not sate.

But then I see a little girl (she was the princess, Jane).
She walks in front of a window's pane,
And stops and stares.
The silence that follows is deafening,
As the crowd looks up at her.
Then a rifle a man raises,
A bright light blazes,
And the window pane is cracked.
The...

Why I Write

Butterfly

I write because I want to set my imagination
free, like a bird.
I write because I want to challenge myself
To do better, I want to
Write interesting things.

I write because it makes me happy,
Because it makes me feel in my element.
I write because I want others to enjoy
My poems and prose.

And I write because
I can.
I write to not be 
Bored.
I write because
When words, thoughts, images come to my mind,
I can jot them down in a manner
That makes them look fully-formed,
Well thought out,
And from a little thought that occurs in a minute or days,
Maybe something beautiful will emerge.
 

State of Awe

Look Up.

    I do not know when I first experienced this moment of awe. Maybe it was while I was on a bike, riding down a street with its view of the sky, and I just happened to look up. Maybe it was while I was in a car, driving to a place that I cannot recall. Who knows? I just know that when I look up at the sky, a simple happiness sometimes comes over me. I think, "Wow, look at that blue that can not be defined!" For it is hard to describe what color the sky is today, what specific color of blue. It looks like many colors, maybe imperceptible shades away from each other on the color wheel. When I look at the sunset, with its cotton candy clouds and lavender shading, its yellows and oranges and the bright ball of fire in the middle of it, I think, "God is so creative! He made such...

Open Prompt

My Mind

My mind is a kitchen,
Pantry and garden,
Freezer and fridge.

In the freezer (a big, very large one) is where I store
Memories that I want to keep forever.
Like those of a loved one who passed away
Or of a time when I was so very happy
Or of a precious moment.
In it also goes life lessons
That I try to hold on to.

In the pantry goes things 
I think I won't forget
(at least not for a very long time).
In here goes thoughts of books past read,
And details about them.
In here goes things I need to remember for a while
Like lines in a musical
Due in 4 months.
Or past things
I shouldn't have done
Which I pull out every once in a while 
And think "I will try my very best
To never do this again."

In the fridge I place
The things I need to 
Remember for a short...

Untitled

i will leave this poem un
titled
finished
for i've for
gotten
how it ends

it's based up
on
that one thought
that you
forgot

like when you go
into
a room
and don't know
wh
o
at
y
you're there.

like petals
after storms
thoughts are
scattered

and one last thought
oh wait
um
yes
no
nevermind.

Unconventional

not just a letter

i am 
i
that makes one
but if you also count
you
and of
course 
her
that makes three
but if you also
count
no
some
any
body
that makes six
of course my names
as well

friend
extrovert
daughter
singer
writer
author
poet
gamer
reader

fearfully
and wonderfully 
made

daughter of 
the one who saved me
called me a child of
the most powerful one 
who in this world of sin
is perfect

i am so much more 
than 
i

 

Your World in Three Senses

Content

SMELL: This place I think of, it smells like crisp, cool autumn air. You may think that should not count as a smell, but it is one to me. The air smells clear, not muggy. That is like the smell of summer: warm and muggy, or maybe just warm. I love this air, and savor it as I watch the mist circle the mountains.
SIGHT: The golden browns, bright yellows, and dull, wine-colored, or bright maple red colors all mix together to form mountains in the distance. The soft gray mist envelops the mountains, as if giving them an embrace. I study the grey sky and think about sunshine, but not because I'm wishing for it. Grey skies can be sad and depressing, or they can make you think of the rain that will soon come to cleanse all in a bright world of water droplets on spider webs. They make me think of Misty Mountains in Middle Earth. I...

Turned to Stone

The Banshee

    I raced through the dark, twisted woods, wishing I was in my nice warm bed. Gnarled branches reached like claws, ripping at my clothes, catching in my hair, and scratching my arms. I stopped for a moment, winded. There was absolute silence. Even for the middle of the night, this silence felt ominous and foreboding. Then, a wail began. Eerie and filled with pain and grief, sorry and despair, it came from nowhere, everywhere, right behind me! I screamed, and tried to run away, but an icy hand gripped my shoulder.