Tuesday, October 27, 2009
In Regret . . .
I’m regretting not moving to a city where no one knows my name. Far away, I would not have to watch the friends I know change, whether for the good or the bad, I cannot tell. Stationary, and unchanging, that is not how I wanted to be, but that seems to be the place I am standing. My feet are heavy....
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Monday, October 26, 2009
Boredom...
In math class it is boredom that I feel when numbers and letters are all I see. Some numbers are undefined, others real. The mystery for us is what can X be. Let's work the equations and find it out. Not very exciting if you ask me. When others can't work it out, I want to shout. Adding and...
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Saturday, October 24, 2009
Accelerate
Sitting alone waiting for the red light hanging high across the intersection to change to green, I tap to the beat of the music softly vibrating the car and what seems to be my hollow chest. Falling steadily, numerous rain drops pound the once parched ground, moon roof, and roll down the dark...
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Friday, October 23, 2009
Matters of the Heart
When it comes to the matters of the heart, I believe that my knowledge is lacking. But what I know is, it's better to be smart, and when love comes knocking to start packing. For what is worse than ties that bind you down arms around that prevent your wingsto spread the world shrinking to the size...
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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Alone . . .
Alone. Footsteps echo down dark allies. The buildings rise high above, nothing but glass and stone, holding rooms of empty air, filled with things that no one really needs. The streets are dampened from the countless drops that fall from the mist in the air. Halos glow around the street lamps....
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Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Gaze of the Sky
A girl sits on a fence post starring down the pastures at the herd she calls her friends. If one were to look closely they would call her young, not yet able to pass at woman. From a distance though, her long hair swept up and held in a central spot high on her head blowing in the wind much like the...
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Monday, October 19, 2009
White Butterflies
There was a time and place that doesn’t seem real anymore, but the innocence of childhood once lost does seem to be a dream. There is a disassociation in my mind of the girl I was and who I am now. What drew the line? What cut the tie? I may never know. But what I do feel is a grief that sits and...
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Friday, October 16, 2009
White Butterflies
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Thursday, October 15, 2009
Three Figures
Dusk and dawn, the cycles of the sun, shadow wax, shadows wane, and three figures stand the test of time. They are there, they are not, some can’t see them, others can. T hese three sisters exist by the linking of hands. The bright one stands center, radiant light is all there is arms spread far,...
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Oh, Chester
College Chronicles Story 1 3 October 2009 Today, my roommate and I went on an adventure to the nearest Petsmart around our college. Which if you were wondering is about an hour away. Of course it didn’t seem like an hour with the windows of my sliver jeep wrangler unzipped, and the music blaring as...
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Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Black and White
In a street of black and white, random colors come alive as the clear rain releases its hidden rainbows. Harder and harder the water falls. White and black run from the building sides revealing brick red. The sidewalks turn gold and shimmer as the drops converge together and march on to free all...
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Sunday, March 15, 2009
Procrastination
To procrastinate or not to procrastinate? That is the question. Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the math problems and essays of high school. Or to take up a pencil against a sea of homework and by doing, end them. To sit, to think- no more -and by think we say to end the headache of a...
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Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Worlds Away
Come and wade into the shallow waters, warm and safe you'll find their embrace. Listen to the call of the unknown, the wind pushing passively upon your back. Trust in the crystal depths as the moon high over head illuminates the silver fish darting below. So many wonders for you are waiting, so...
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Monday, June 23, 2008
Single Tear
A single tear dropped into the vast ocean will reach even the farthest shore.
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Sunday, June 15, 2008
As One
Could there be more strength on my reins? With a steady hand I guide, but, my spirit flows through him. His neck arched and mane wild, yet, his eyes are calm. Even with a hidden fire smoldering deep inside. Together we are as one, equal in body and mind. I see the world through his eyes, I give him...
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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Shadow
If shadows could talk, what would they say? Are shadows your conscience or the devil within? Could your shadow be the absence of life or an angel sent to follow you?
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Sunday, April 20, 2008
Perfect Storm
On a starless winter night, when the moon is gone, rain falls down in a steady stream. Wishing the droplets were flakes of white I lay in bed, and see the lightening for it casts eerie shadows about the walls. The house quakes as the mighty thunder uses the flashes as stepping stones to earth. Or my...
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Saturday, April 12, 2008
Seasons
With wings of golden sunshine on the wind we flew with a heart pure and true. Wandering in spring time forests, running through the woods. Summer time with days so long we could march through the valley. Crunching leaves in autumn, and munching snow in winter weeks to pass. For years we were...
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008
A Pocket of Time
The horse's feet go clip clop as the water from the trees falls drip drop. For a moment I am sent back in time, where no asphalt covered the streets, only cobble stones. All around grand old oaks reach up, and the Spanish moss grows down, both working to hold each other in the present. A drop of...
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Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Words are Wings
I used to be a book worm, Indifferent, quiet, and imprisoned. But now I am a poet, Joyful, inquisitive, and unbound.
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