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i haven't written for awhile.
I`m taking creative writing here are some poems.
the breeze rustles through,
leaves eaten by precarious creatures,
cry out,
like the dying trees.
wind in my hair,
pencil in my hand,
i inhale.
gravel's scattered,
on never ending patterns,
of brick,
but the clouds are still moving and so am i.
I
saw
the rainbow become a
thunderstorm and
then a children's book
about a thunderstorm
become a destructive event
in the life of
a single daisy.
Our lonely hands, when
interlocked together,
are weaved and picture perfect,
as a winter night,
or the hand-made grandmothers quilt,
in our red wooden shed.
Two lovers,
are holding hands in the house,
of the poor.
a cardinal brightens,
the dullness of your winter,
complexion.
Small gazelles,
resting on the windowsill,
of opportunity.
my soul lingers
in the box
above the
wicker trunk
my heart is
burnt and
will not love for
anyone else
and from the cellar
tiny creatures
crawl
only to devour
once i walked
into a spider web
a weaving pattern of perfection
ruined
i felt awful
so i found its owner
and apologized
and for the first time
i sound beauty in those
little black legs.
I`m thinking that's enough.
in other news...
Phillip broke up with me. last monday. i was devastated. i think i still am, but its hard to tell.
so i continue to write... it's entitled.
I can finally sleep without valium.
Tonight, on my way home, headlights were burning my eyes, and while i sipped my iced latte, i pondered. I know you're making a mistake,my legs went numb with my thumb and forefinger tightly grasping the wheel, unless everything you said was a lie. The winding roads went form pitch black to to brightly lit, and i closed my eyes. A picture of myself driving into the intersection at a red and being smashed from the left flew through my(mind). As i flew forward my head was buried into the steering wheel, and i never woke up again. After that second of dreaming, i opened my eyes again, and starred down same road. It had only been a split second, but dreaming the impossible has always been a flaw of mine. For the first time in weeks, a song i enjoy came on the radio. I passed your house, and i wondered if we ever listened to it together. probably, but id rather pretend we didn't. I feel like jesus, please don't betray me.I wanted to turn onto your road, it seemed very impulsive, or maybe normal, perhaps just so right. I kept going, of course. I`m so predictable. I think I`m in love with you, and then Madonna comes on. Extremely awkward. I wonder if your mom knows, she did ask how i was doing. I hope nothing strange happens, but i never though the pillow fight,white castle, or even talking about walking up to me [eachother] while watching the moon was strange. My body is broken otherwise i could just shrug everything off, but i don't know if i would. That where indecisiveness comes in. "I`m not religious, but you make me want to pray."
yes, yes, its about him.
I`m taking creative writing here are some poems.
the breeze rustles through,
leaves eaten by precarious creatures,
cry out,
like the dying trees.
wind in my hair,
pencil in my hand,
i inhale.
gravel's scattered,
on never ending patterns,
of brick,
but the clouds are still moving and so am i.
I
saw
the rainbow become a
thunderstorm and
then a children's book
about a thunderstorm
become a destructive event
in the life of
a single daisy.
Our lonely hands, when
interlocked together,
are weaved and picture perfect,
as a winter night,
or the hand-made grandmothers quilt,
in our red wooden shed.
Two lovers,
are holding hands in the house,
of the poor.
a cardinal brightens,
the dullness of your winter,
complexion.
Small gazelles,
resting on the windowsill,
of opportunity.
my soul lingers
in the box
above the
wicker trunk
my heart is
burnt and
will not love for
anyone else
and from the cellar
tiny creatures
crawl
only to devour
once i walked
into a spider web
a weaving pattern of perfection
ruined
i felt awful
so i found its owner
and apologized
and for the first time
i sound beauty in those
little black legs.
I`m thinking that's enough.
in other news...
Phillip broke up with me. last monday. i was devastated. i think i still am, but its hard to tell.
so i continue to write... it's entitled.
I can finally sleep without valium.
Tonight, on my way home, headlights were burning my eyes, and while i sipped my iced latte, i pondered. I know you're making a mistake,my legs went numb with my thumb and forefinger tightly grasping the wheel, unless everything you said was a lie. The winding roads went form pitch black to to brightly lit, and i closed my eyes. A picture of myself driving into the intersection at a red and being smashed from the left flew through my(mind). As i flew forward my head was buried into the steering wheel, and i never woke up again. After that second of dreaming, i opened my eyes again, and starred down same road. It had only been a split second, but dreaming the impossible has always been a flaw of mine. For the first time in weeks, a song i enjoy came on the radio. I passed your house, and i wondered if we ever listened to it together. probably, but id rather pretend we didn't. I feel like jesus, please don't betray me.I wanted to turn onto your road, it seemed very impulsive, or maybe normal, perhaps just so right. I kept going, of course. I`m so predictable. I think I`m in love with you, and then Madonna comes on. Extremely awkward. I wonder if your mom knows, she did ask how i was doing. I hope nothing strange happens, but i never though the pillow fight,white castle, or even talking about walking up to me [eachother] while watching the moon was strange. My body is broken otherwise i could just shrug everything off, but i don't know if i would. That where indecisiveness comes in. "I`m not religious, but you make me want to pray."
yes, yes, its about him.