Maggie walked alone, down a brick path. It was cold, and raining, she had forgotten her coat. Even though her mother reminded her at least 3 times to take it with her. She could see the empty town out in front of her, and the mountains to the side of her. It would take her another 10 minutes to get home, and she was already shivering, and about to sneeze. She saw a small house out in the distance, just across the bridge. She decided she would go to it, and beg to stay for a bit until the rain let up. She walked at a fast pace, she crossed the bridge, and made it to the house in 2 minutes flat.
She slowly approached the house, and gently knocked on the door. She could here a rustling, and then the door flew open. "Who are you, what do you want." Said a slightly grouchy older woman. "I'm sorry to bother you mam, I mean no harm." She said. "I was walking home from school, and it started to rain. I forgot my coat, and was hoping I could stay here for a minute til the rain lets up." She pleaded. The old woman looked at her sternly. "I don't want any trouble, so get inside and lets get you dry." She said. Maggie entered the house and looked around. It was slightly dusty, and the top shelves, and cupboards looked even worse. Like the old lady hadn't been able to reach up there in ages. Maggie looked down to eye level, she saw a cat approach her, and bent down to pet it. It seemed nice, until it hissed at her and nibbled her hand. "Ouch!" Maggie shrieked.
The old lady walked in with hot tea, and a blanket. She handed the blanked to Maggie, and started to pour the tea, "I have a granddaughter your age, you know." She said. "Hmm, that's interesting." Maggie said, she had no interest in people her own age. The older lady went on about her granddaughter, and about five minutes later Maggie knew everything about this girl. Her name was Anne, she was 15, and she hated cucumbers. The older lady finally stopped, and said "Oh how rude of me, I haven't told you my name." She spoke softly. "I'm Marilyn, and you are?" She asked. "Oh, I'm Maggie, Nice to meet you Marilyn." She replied. A few minutes passed in silence.
"Well it sounds like the rain is letting up, thank you Marilyn for letting me stay for a bit." Maggie said. "Oh sure, here let me grab you an umbrella." Marilyn said, retrieving a bright blue and green polka dot umbrella, then handing it to Maggie. "Oh, and by the way Maggie, I would really enjoy your company again." the older woman said. "Maybe you could meet my granddaughter sometime also." She said with a smirk.
(To be Continued, eventually)
These are words from my brain, my thoughts, my feelings, my actions. I say what I want, and write what I need.
Friday, May 31, 2013
Happy and Mysterious
Happy and mysterious,
They go on, to the world of the unknown.
Their smiles are captivating,
and their thoughts are a secret.
Their eyes tell a story,
of the non forgotten past.
They venture on, not knowing whats next.
But they have each other,
And thats all anyone could ever need.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
Story starter 1.
Emilia walked into the house with a vague look on her face. She had, had a very long day,
and the last thing she wanted to do was deal with her family. She found them quite annoying, but then again she was an angsty teenager. "Ugh!" She said as her body flew onto her bed. She looked up at the ceiling and thought of the many other places she could be in the short moment. "I could be in Africa, riding an elephant." She said with a smirk. But she knew in her heart that she would never get a chance to do anything that extraordinary. Right then her little brother walked in. "Emilia, can I borrow your soccer ball?" He asked,with a pleading look on his face. "No!" Emilia said with a crease in her brow. "But Emilia!" He pleaded. "I said no Michael, now go away you pest." She said pushing him towards the door.
and the last thing she wanted to do was deal with her family. She found them quite annoying, but then again she was an angsty teenager. "Ugh!" She said as her body flew onto her bed. She looked up at the ceiling and thought of the many other places she could be in the short moment. "I could be in Africa, riding an elephant." She said with a smirk. But she knew in her heart that she would never get a chance to do anything that extraordinary. Right then her little brother walked in. "Emilia, can I borrow your soccer ball?" He asked,with a pleading look on his face. "No!" Emilia said with a crease in her brow. "But Emilia!" He pleaded. "I said no Michael, now go away you pest." She said pushing him towards the door.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Zombie by moonlight
Zombie
by moonlight.
Death, decay, corpses, and bones.
Now you’re in the mood,
To take a trip
to the grave yard.
It’s a stormy night, but the big, lushes,
White moon is out.
You try to escape from the noises in your presence.
But they get louder, and louder,
You turn around to find a zombie,
You are startled,
But you great him with a pleasant handshake.
“Hello sir, pleased to meet you.”
But you soon discover he wants to eat you,
He nibbles at your hand.
So you flee the premises,
And have nightmares for the rest of your existence.
Don't Worry Child
Don’t
worry child.
You watch as the sun starts to fade,
To the other
half of the earth.
The reds and oranges captivate your attention.
You enter a graveyard,
With the hopes
of something exciting.
A ghost, maybe a zombie,
You’d be happy with just a bone.
You walk around to discover something new,
And you suddenly trip on something.
You look down, hoping for it to be a zombie,
Grabbing your foot, or a bone sticking out of the
ground.
But sadly, it’s just a tree root,
You go home disappointed,
But don’t worry, a zombie followed you home.
Take A Walk
Take
a walk
You get exhausted from the boredom,
You decide to go out, and take a walk.
At first your mind fools you, and you see nothing.
Then you close your eyes and re-open them,
It’s like a new world, in front of your eyes.
Stars falling from the skies, aliens walking
down the street,
Your little brother is flying.
Your teacher is now a green blob.
But then the sky turns black, and night approaches,
You fear the night time creatures,
So you run home, and hide, until you’re 31.
So much for imagination…
Broken Plate
Broken Plate.
You’re sitting upon a shelf, collecting
dust.
Lonely and forgotten,
You’re a Christmas plate,
They normally give Santa cookies from upon
you.
You, on your shelf, start to ponder.
You rock back, and forth,
Hoping to open the cabinet a slight bit.
Maybe they’ll see the cabinet open
slightly,
And open it, remembering that I am here.
But sadly, in your excitement,
Your rock too much…
And now you are bits and pieces upon the
floor.
The Corner
The
Corner
The hallway was silent,
I approached a corner,
Scared out of my wits,
That there might me a monster
Behind it.
I try the peak, and jump method.
I slowly peak around this corner,
One eye, one nose, other eye, both ears.
Then I….JUMP,
Hmm, I bet you expected something to be there.
But sadly, it was just old, crabby, Grandma Addy.
She was not happy,
As she dragged me to my mother by the ear…
Infinite Sunshine
Infinite
sunshine
The sun bows,
As pain vibrates, throughout my body.
I am weak, but the sun is powerful,
It gives me strength,
But at last, it is fading
Through the
other side of the universe.
I feel my body cling onto the last drop of strength
Throughout my bones.
I close my eyes in desperation.
And before I know it, the pain has evaporated,
And the sunlight shines throughout my soul.
I feel the suns smile surround my existence.
And I feel Infinite…
Monday, May 27, 2013
Flightless sorrow
Have I found you Saint of my past?
I sense the demon of my present,
And I fear the ghost of my future.
My thoughts are wicked,
And gestures cruel.
Get out of here, and leave me alone.
I'd rather feel this pain,
then nothing at all.
But its worse than the fires of your hell.
The darkness of this corner,
leaves me torn and broken.
I collapse in a puddle of regrets, and sorrow.
Have I lost you?
Lover of my past,
Angel of my present,
Entity of my future?
I sense the demon of my present,
And I fear the ghost of my future.
My thoughts are wicked,
And gestures cruel.
Get out of here, and leave me alone.
I'd rather feel this pain,
then nothing at all.
But its worse than the fires of your hell.
The darkness of this corner,
leaves me torn and broken.
I collapse in a puddle of regrets, and sorrow.
Have I lost you?
Lover of my past,
Angel of my present,
Entity of my future?
Monday, May 20, 2013
Under control
Under control
I’ve kept my heart
under control,
But one look from those
deep blue eyes
Has me melting in my
shoes.
I don’t suppose you
know me,
But I know you.
You’re a dream of mine,
And one of these days
I’ll get the courage
To make you mine.
Tired faces, and painful smiles
Tired faces and painful smiles,
Saggy eyelids and gloomy yawns.
You don’t know how lovely you are to me.
You’re my sunshine on a hard day.
My cup of coffee on a Monday morning,
We’ve been running in circles,
But I see a change in path,
A dirt road in the distance.
Come with me,
Let’s just go for it.
We can come back as we are,
Or even better than that.
Nobody said it was easy,
But it can’t be that hard.
Just come with me.
Painful Goodbyes
Painful
Goodbyes.
You can leave now,
But we stand here like broken statues.
Unknowing what happens next,
But not really caring.
We’re not quite sure how
Love should be.
But we tried,
And we suffered through
The heart ache.
You’ve got it all figured out,
But I’m left behind,
Clueless and regretful.
I start to cry,
But you have no idea
How to comfort me,
So you walk away,
And leave me behind to sigh,
And soon die.
Hearts and Promises
Hearts and
Promises.
Stolen Hearts, and broken promises.
My heart lies on the ground,
In a puddle of repugnance.
You’ve left me here for good,
No turning back.
I close my eyes for a while,
And remember the patient smile
Upon your face.
Your eyes full of regret, and sorrow,
But your actions full of aching affliction.
I’ve finally realized what you need,
But you are to long gone to care.
Dear J.L
Dear John Lennon,
Hello, I want you to know that I love
your music; your work with the Beatles was incredible. I saw a movie on your life
story, it was so inspiring. The troubles that you went through and how you still
ended up famous, and happy. You’re beautiful wife, your many friends and fans. I
do have a few questions, if you don’t mind.
Even though you and your mother had
issues, you still loved her, right? Who was your best friend, before you got
into a band? What is your favorite color? If you were to have a child what
would you name it?
Did you ever have a rough patch with The
Beatles? Any major fights, whilst on the road or during a show? What were your
relationships like, with the boys?
I love your last name very much so, that
I’m thinking of naming my son Lennon. That is if I have a son, and my husband
approves.
Thank-you for all the fantastic music you
have created. Myself, and billions of people love The Beatles, and your music
will be famous forever…
Sincerely,
Lauren W.
Rain and tea
Rain
and Tea
Rain glimmering outside my window,
I stare up at the vast open sky.
Birds are hiding in their nests,
And I am safe, and warm inside.
Puddles are surrounding the once dry ground.
I sip at my tea,
Thinking of you, and me
I ponder the thought of us together,
I burn my tongue.
The aching feeling I feel in my heart,
Matches the burn on my once,
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Hatred
You suffocate me,
you drowned me in your hate,
I feel squished in your words,
my emotions run and hide.
I can't handle the pain,
so I lie down and cry.
you drowned me in your hate,
I feel squished in your words,
my emotions run and hide.
I can't handle the pain,
so I lie down and cry.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
Run away
RUNAWAY
Run, Run, Run away.
I was feeling sad,
No color in my skies,
I can’t help looking back
At my feared past.
The darkness corrupts my thought process.
I’m all alone, on my own.
I’ve forgotten how to love,
I’ve forgotten how to be happy.
Run away,
You should fear me,
I’m scary and overwhelming.
I’ll eat your sorrow,
And choke on your cheerfulness.
Some call me a curse,
Some call me an entity.
I’m just lonely, and forgotten.
I’ve tasted the devils tears,
I drank from his soul.
But I don’t want to be forgotten,
I just want someone
To love me.
Corrupted lungs
Corrupted
Lungs
I travel to your house
In the middle of the night
Ready to forgive you,
Your faults have ruined my life,
But I can’t live without you.
You are the happiness I search for.
You radiate my life.
I seek your warmth on a cold winter day.
I avoid your angry words when we fight.
But if you’re still breathing, you’re the lucky
one
Because I’ll still be heaving through corrupted
lungs.
We can be reckless, we can be wild.
We can be anything,
As long as we are together.
My Love
My
Love
You sway like a flower,
In a field of dreams.
Your smile could cure
The earth’s problems.
I drowned in your laughter,
I feel warmth from your heart,
It radiates my Universe.
Your imagination takes me to wonderland.
Your heart beat is my melody,
Your thoughts are my story book.
I gleam in your love,
It burst all the old sorrow in my heart.
You are the missing piece
That I discovered,
To mend my broken heart.
Shelter in you
Shelter in you
I find shelter,
In your words
Your heart is my home,
Your breath is my inspiration,
Your arms hold me
And never let me go.
Just tell me that
You’ll stay here
Beside me.
Until the day
You go on
And die.
My Universe
My
Universe
If you love me,
I’ll make a star for you
In my universe.
But if you leave me,
My universe will shatter,
Like a fallen plate,
Glass upon the floor.
I just want to feel the sunrise
With you.
I’m hoping you’ll be the galaxy
I need in my universe.
Heart for sale
Heart
For sale
My heart is for sale,
It is broken, but mended.
It has stitches from previous lovers,
And its mind is in the past.
But it still works,
It keeps on beating will all its might.
It might heal itself one day,
But until then,
Sunset, Sunrise
Sunset,
Sunrise
The sun sets one evening,
But you are not here to watch it with me…
Its colors, Reds and pinks
With a few oranges, and purples.
I sit upon the ground
Looking up with admiration.
It takes my unsteady breath away,
I lay lifeless on the floor,
Thoughts and feelings vacant.
You make me want to feel
Things I’ve never felt before,
But you have left me,
Without a care in the world…
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Tired
My eyes are sagging,
my brain is numb,
my face is scrunched up,
like looking at the sun.
My body feels like
I got hit by a train,
my thoughts are on my bed,
comfy and cozy, and soft and warm.
Will I ever make it there?
Maybe i'll just close my eyes for a few minutes more.
my brain is numb,
my face is scrunched up,
like looking at the sun.
My body feels like
I got hit by a train,
my thoughts are on my bed,
comfy and cozy, and soft and warm.
Will I ever make it there?
Maybe i'll just close my eyes for a few minutes more.
June Imagination
JUNE Imagination
On a mid-day in June,
I lay upon the ground,
I looked up at the vast open sky,
The grass tickling my back below me,
And the clouds interrupting my thought patterns, above me
I tried using my imagination to make shapes in the clouds,
But they only looked like big, white blobs to me.
Maybe I am too old to have an imagination any more.
Maybe there is a bad guy that comes into your room,
One night, when you hit a certain age,
And while you are asleep, he takes your imagination from you
And makes you start thinking like a grown up.
Well, I don’t want to grow up; I want to stay young forever.
Why would someone be so cruel?
Your imagination is like a piece of your childhood that you keep
locked up
In your heart forever.
If you get rid of that, what else do you have?
Little broken girl
In
a land far away,
Past
the sea of forgotten tears,
A
girl with a broken heart,
Laid
upon the floor,
Her
body was ridged and cold,
Her
thoughts were sad, and corrupt.
She
longed for a lover,
But
no one suited the part.
She
was lonely and forgotten,
No
one cared to help her up off the floor.
So
there she stayed, for many years.
Until
one day,
A
man finally suited the part,
He
was willing to fix up, her broken heart.
He
got out the needle, and put in the tread,
And
with a stick, and a swipe,
Her
heart was mended.
No
more sorrow,
And
no more tears,
This
girl was saved,
She
had no more fears…
Ghost
Ghost
You’re a shadow of my past,
The mist of my future,
You remind me of what life use to be like,
Fun, and happy.
But now you can’t return,
And it’s taken a toll on my spirit.
Sad and forgotten you lay in the ground.
Bones aching, heart not beating,
You’re a ghost, and that’s all you can be,
You’ll never return,
But now I can see,
I don’t need a Carcass
To prove what we had.
I’ll lay in this ground besides you one day,
But until then,
You may haunt me with your love,
And drowned me in your sorrows.
The little things
The Little
Things
The little
things are not hard to find,
They may be
little, but they are a big deal.
You know
those things, that you tend to look back on,
Those
little lessons that you learn along the way.
Those are
the little things,
And when
you get older, and your hair starts turning grey,
It’s not
the big things that matter anymore,
It is the
little things.
A book you
read that changed your life,
A tv show
that you can’t resist watching,
A person
paying you a complement,
The moments
you have with family, and friends.
Those are
just a few of the little things in life.
But you can
only see them, if you pay close attention,
Because if
you don’t, your life will fly by,
And you
will be sad, and alone.
Because you
focused mostly on the BIG things in life,
Which
matter, but don’t have much purpose.
So, make
sure to keep your eyes wide open,
And maybe
view the world from a different perspective.
Away from here
Away From Here
If I had wings, I would fly,
Far, far, away from here.
I would travel the world,
I would go to the edge of the ocean,
To the tallest grasses,
The highest mountains,
I would go anywhere,
As long as,
It’s away from here…
Friday, May 10, 2013
Coffee eyes
I awake,
Sleepy eyes, tired body.
I walk into the kitchen,
with the sorrow of a long night.
You are my cup of delight,
You fill my body with paradise.
Warm, and cozy,
Like a soft blanket.
....
But now you are gone,
I've consumed you entirely.
Sleepy eyes, tired body.
I walk into the kitchen,
with the sorrow of a long night.
You are my cup of delight,
You fill my body with paradise.
Warm, and cozy,
Like a soft blanket.
....
But now you are gone,
I've consumed you entirely.
Insomnia
I lie here,
Back to bed
in between the sheets,
Brain waves raving,
Eye balls twitching.
Thoughts gathering new thoughts,
Emotions running wild,
How many times have I looked at the clock?
Why doesn't he like me?
When was that Paper due?
Then my brain throws in those moments,
you know,
those embarrassing, hard to forget moments.
Where you not only feel like an idiot,
but every time after that you feel like a complete fool.
When will sleep fill my empty body?
I start to feel cloudy with dark hibernation.
Body unconscious,
My dreams run wild.
Back to bed
in between the sheets,
Brain waves raving,
Eye balls twitching.
Thoughts gathering new thoughts,
Emotions running wild,
How many times have I looked at the clock?
Why doesn't he like me?
When was that Paper due?
Then my brain throws in those moments,
you know,
those embarrassing, hard to forget moments.
Where you not only feel like an idiot,
but every time after that you feel like a complete fool.
When will sleep fill my empty body?
I start to feel cloudy with dark hibernation.
Body unconscious,
My dreams run wild.
This tense weather.
Skies of light pinks, and dark blues.
This thunder is making me tense,
The lightning lights up the dense sky,
we huddle inside,
safe and dry.
This thunder is making me tense,
The lightning lights up the dense sky,
we huddle inside,
safe and dry.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Inside Alices Mind
Alice: If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.
Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And
contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would.
You see?
Inside Alice’s Mind
In a world of her own,
She could believe in everything
Her crazy heart could imagine,
Nothing would be everything,
And everything would be nonsense.
Her mind would scream out,
Louder than ever,
Every single thought
Would become a mad reality.
Animals and all sorts of creatures would appear,
And talk with the etiquette of witty person.
In Alice’s world, everything can be a reality.
You just need to…
Believe.
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