Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Dear Reader
I am migrating my blog to tumblr
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I hope to post a new story there shortly
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Thursday, December 25, 2014
Two Shades of Red
If my life were a canvas it would be red. Nothing more. No fancy art. Just red. Red is a horrific color, yet all the while it can be quite a happy one. Blood is red, fire is red. Destruction. Death. Yet hearts are red, and my clothes, they are red. Mercy. Memories. Quite the contrast I might say. A childhood full of darkness and difficulty; despair. Now I am merry and motivated; magical.
The coals glowed a dim white and red on the gray dismal street corner. My pale face blackened like that of a coal miner's after a days work. My tar and soot covered body burned in agony from the biting wind as the dimming fire failed to warm yet a tip of a finger. I began to wander off in my mind, an attempt to ignore my mortal pains. In spite of a powerless effort, my mind declined me any peace; for as I escaped the physical battering, I entered into a mental torture.
And yes "In spite of a powerless effort" is intended to be a little ironic. I like how it sounds. It seems to add hope to hopelessness.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Soggy Pages
Tears wetting paper, it doesn't happen often. So when it does, nothing's going well. It's all wrong. I'm not okay.
So why am I telling you all of this? Well, it isn't my fault you picked up my journal now is it? Read on, or don't. Not that I care.
Cold. Today there was this agonizing cold that made my hands quiver; cracked and bleeding, my hands aren't responding. It wasn't coming from the air around me. No snow, hail, rain, not even wind. But my heart, it made me feel as if I were being pressed into a crystallized coke can that someone had left in the freezer much too long. I feel like it's time for the can to explode outward. Who am I kidding, that just makes more of a mess doesn't it? As if it could get any worse.
The boy threw down his book. "Why am I here!?" His eyes were a forest fire; bloodshot, the red overtaking the gracious green which would regularly brighten someone's day. He thrust his pen into the wall, black ink erupting from it as the plastic shattered and the boy was sprayed with the debri. He began to wail a grisly sound and buried his face into his soft, tear soaked, pillow.
A phone ringing broke the sudden silence. "Hello?" he awaited an answer, "You won't get in trouble for calling?" his grumbly voice returned to the choked and teary mess it had been moments earlier as the girl attempted to sooth his strife. Then tears of trouble dried and laughter replaced the grumbles. "I Love you, goodnight."
Paper's dry, that was quick. So I guess everything is going well. Everything's fantastic. I'm going to be okay.
If you happened upon my Journal, I hope you made it this far. Please, read on. I'm sorry for the inconsistency in the color of ink, there was an... accident... Hehe ;)
Warmth. Love fills my heart. It gets better.
Love,
Me
Monday, November 24, 2014
Thoughts on the Alchemist
'Not at all. It was shepherds who were the first to recognize a king that the rest of the world refused to acknowledge. So, it's not surprising that kings would talk to shepherds.'" Page 69
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Seasons
Hey everyone! I'm back on here finally. I'm really rusty but hopefully you all still enjoy this :)
I hate crunchy leaves. That sound they make under people's feet; repulsive. Joyful people of all shapes and sizes, sickly smiling as they clear lawns and orchards ignoring the naked skeletons left behind. Making piles of orange, red, and yellow; and then, playing in what isn't theirs to touch. Maybe it has its beauty; however, it only means death is near. I cry for them, for the trees that is. Think of it! Stripped bare, tortured and left alone only to then watch humans play amongst what was once a part of them. I always leave before it worsens. Those gray and dismal days are irritating. As if mother nature herself were frowning at all the death she takes in with each year when Winter comes biting at the heels of life. The sun hides, the bear sleeps and the trees, the flowers, the bees. They all nearly die! Winter, he is a sick thing. Now, you may think I have something against my dear girls Autumn and Summer but it's not their fault. Not really. They are nearly the same way with the leaves, the trees, the humans. But there is one more thing that us three share. One person I should say. That little blonde fellow. He always helps us to see Winters' beauty. And Summer, Autumn, and I do our best to get along with Winter. We really do, and thanks to the boy, even on the darkest day his bright green eyes light up anothers day and warms their frozen hearts. And then, all of a sudden, all of that death and gray sky isn't so heavy. Bring life and color to Winter's gray and dismal work, it's what I do. Summer makes life warm and flavorful, and Autumn she let's all go in the most beautiful way possible. Yet Winter, he does us no good. The one sliver of hope left for Winter is such a human as the bright eyed boy I mentioned, as well as you. So what will you give this Winter? Will you make this world a better place? Will you prove us seasons wrong?
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Leaving for two years!
Please write me letters, I'll try to write you back if you write me! :)
I love all of you and leave you with one last post... A haiku :)
Friday, September 14, 2012
The Flabbergasted Conquest
This poem is probably one of the strangest, most confusing, poems I have written. Maybe someday I'll explain it in detail x_x For now it is your poem to interpret.