Victoria entered her room, startled at the mess. She hadn't realized just how many dirty shirts she owned. She couldn't remember the last time she cleaned her room. She hopped onto her bed and turned on her laptop, she went to check her Facebook. She had taken the risk of adding one of the most popular boys at her school. She closed her eyes tightly as she pressed the enter button, when she opened them she saw that he had not added her back. She sighed slowly.
These are words from my brain, my thoughts, my feelings, my actions. I say what I want, and write what I need.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Scrambled thoughts
sea side dreams
flowers blossoming
grass swaying.
I ponder the things of this world
and make a map in my mind
one that I can later explore.
But every time I go on an adventure
my path is different.
I get frustrated and sometimes angry
but I usually forget the problems they cause
because they create happiness along the way too.
flowers blossoming
grass swaying.
I ponder the things of this world
and make a map in my mind
one that I can later explore.
But every time I go on an adventure
my path is different.
I get frustrated and sometimes angry
but I usually forget the problems they cause
because they create happiness along the way too.
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Stormy weather.
It's lightning outside,
but there is rain in my head,
My thought process is scrambled,
as I'm lying in my bed.
My worries are overwhelming me,
as the lightning strikes near my window.
A flash,
A gleam,
and then its gone.
A few seconds later,
the thunder leaves a blustering noise in my ears.
I shutter, but recuperate.
As does the earth.
The rain lets up,
and I realize the earth is done crying,
as should I.
but there is rain in my head,
My thought process is scrambled,
as I'm lying in my bed.
My worries are overwhelming me,
as the lightning strikes near my window.
A flash,
A gleam,
and then its gone.
A few seconds later,
the thunder leaves a blustering noise in my ears.
I shutter, but recuperate.
As does the earth.
The rain lets up,
and I realize the earth is done crying,
as should I.
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