Apples
Its one of those days where your sit and think, why?
I hate those days its like you ask the question but its unanswered.
In many ways I have be subjected to well nothing in my house, probably because I'm not seen like the others.
In my household I feel like there is different ranks of affection and well respect, sadly in this house that's how it goes.
I like to write little stories or dream things of how events happen in my life. Like almost in a different way in a way its like a freedom a vent I can get off my chest.
Its my first entry on Livejournal kind of nervous writing it but I minus well post up my writings somewhere just in case I end up no longer standing. But yay for a first entry for me, the weather here where I live is cold, icy and snowing heh matches my mood. Ah the only person who matches and knows my rude well is mother nature. To start it off I think i'll write what I have visioned.
In my journals you will see alot of little stories that I write...this is one of them its the only way I can really let go and speak out. Oh and a warning you may see some crappy sketches in these pages too...bleh lol, or see a Blane which is in my info about him commenting and saying things is his best call it your alter-ego I guess. He is everything I want to be, and I enjoy having him. Well I'm probably going to add an image to this later on for the heck of it just not yet sadly lol I have a drawing block. And I need to put an avatar for myself too...well soon.
Blane: I like to warn you all that her writing skills suck but hey its a journal trust me her writing skills in her diary are WORSE
~Apples~
She said she loved me, is that so? Why does it feel like its different from all the others. Smiling, laughing, and acting as if everything is okay. When truly it isn't that smile she gives to the 3 out of the four children that all came from the same garden is not the same. Her roots strongly soiled in the ground as her branches shade her children, sadly the 4th one is in the heat of the sun. "Eat my children its time for lunch" She says as her branches shake over her children setting free her apples of love into each child's hands.
"Eat for I love you all and you are all my children" . One by one each child begins to bite into their apple that was handed to them by the mother tree, the 4th child slowly looks over her apple and looks at the others with envy. Red delicious apples they had and she had an apple that seem to bruised and chosen for her with out a care. Slowly she felt the weight of the apple increase as her heart started to feel cold and empty. "Eat you are all my children, I love you all everyone of you who are from me receives an apple for I am your mother". Could she open her mouth and break the moment of joy and happiness the family is sharing in, the love that was passed around between them? No one understood or could understand for all of her children received an apple isn't that love? The only thing she knows to do and does it well is to contain her hurt and the feeling that she doesn't share the same affection as the 3...but sadly being the 4th she feels something else. She has an apple even if it stings even if the taste isn't rich out of love, she has an apple so she takes her bite.
I hate those days its like you ask the question but its unanswered.
In many ways I have be subjected to well nothing in my house, probably because I'm not seen like the others.
In my household I feel like there is different ranks of affection and well respect, sadly in this house that's how it goes.
I like to write little stories or dream things of how events happen in my life. Like almost in a different way in a way its like a freedom a vent I can get off my chest.
Its my first entry on Livejournal kind of nervous writing it but I minus well post up my writings somewhere just in case I end up no longer standing. But yay for a first entry for me, the weather here where I live is cold, icy and snowing heh matches my mood. Ah the only person who matches and knows my rude well is mother nature. To start it off I think i'll write what I have visioned.
In my journals you will see alot of little stories that I write...this is one of them its the only way I can really let go and speak out. Oh and a warning you may see some crappy sketches in these pages too...bleh lol, or see a Blane which is in my info about him commenting and saying things is his best call it your alter-ego I guess. He is everything I want to be, and I enjoy having him. Well I'm probably going to add an image to this later on for the heck of it just not yet sadly lol I have a drawing block. And I need to put an avatar for myself too...well soon.
Blane: I like to warn you all that her writing skills suck but hey its a journal trust me her writing skills in her diary are WORSE
~Apples~
She said she loved me, is that so? Why does it feel like its different from all the others. Smiling, laughing, and acting as if everything is okay. When truly it isn't that smile she gives to the 3 out of the four children that all came from the same garden is not the same. Her roots strongly soiled in the ground as her branches shade her children, sadly the 4th one is in the heat of the sun. "Eat my children its time for lunch" She says as her branches shake over her children setting free her apples of love into each child's hands.
"Eat for I love you all and you are all my children" . One by one each child begins to bite into their apple that was handed to them by the mother tree, the 4th child slowly looks over her apple and looks at the others with envy. Red delicious apples they had and she had an apple that seem to bruised and chosen for her with out a care. Slowly she felt the weight of the apple increase as her heart started to feel cold and empty. "Eat you are all my children, I love you all everyone of you who are from me receives an apple for I am your mother". Could she open her mouth and break the moment of joy and happiness the family is sharing in, the love that was passed around between them? No one understood or could understand for all of her children received an apple isn't that love? The only thing she knows to do and does it well is to contain her hurt and the feeling that she doesn't share the same affection as the 3...but sadly being the 4th she feels something else. She has an apple even if it stings even if the taste isn't rich out of love, she has an apple so she takes her bite.