Just a poem, a random thought really, but whatever..it is more like a story actually, but hey, again, whatever. I wrote it for....nevermind
~The trees whispered in a chilling wind that spun upon the grasses. The land stretched to the far hills and beyond, tricking the eyes into forever. The last shadows that welcome the night just after sunset were beginning to thicken. As the valley stretched and the tree line towered, a lone plane floated overhead. Whizzing away into the far reaches of the sky, barely visible near the stars, it went, hurled to the air as if by a sullen hand that grasped the wings. A girl, lone and wandering, looked to the sky as the wind set to blow again, and the trees whispered, almost hauntingly in echoes recorded in eternity, of their parting good-bye. And as she lingered a bit longer and retreated slowly back into the woods beyond, the soft summer rains began to fall, signaling the first day of summer as her watch read dimly in the darkness 12:00. She shuddered at the coincidence. The wind tossed her hair into her eyes, and for a brief minute, if only a second's time, she thought she saw him; eyes set on her, soft and taken, face streaked with an air of sadness and forlorn longing. Then, as if a dream had lifted a veil she removed the small strands of hair and he too vanished, like the clouds of a lightning storm does when it has only a moment left to make itself memorable. She uttered a soft sigh of pain, but crept on in the forest tromping on the soggy leaves that lay from the pelting rain and wind. Slowly, so slowly the ears could barely catch it, a voice, his voice rose with the last winds that blew the storm away. She turned, a smile and an answer rising within her but she answered just as the winds stopped. Yet, she could not help but smile at those words: "I'll wait."
It's creepy, I warn you!!!
Title: Beautiful Death
A body christened with a silver watch lay,
Spread like a blood red sheet next to the highway.
Beauty no longer beheld in the eyes,
Twinkling headlights dance on in surprise.
Screeching breaks come to halt,
Grinding gears that pound the asphalt.
Dial tone held to the ear, as deaf hearts listen and do not hear.
Lifted away in a matted black blanket,
Eyes lifeless towards the sky.
Cover the head, lay him to bed,
Way down in the soils to be.
The lovers did lie,
The story posted high,
News that reads of the tale.
A love grown cold and stale.
A body christened with a silver ring,
Spread like a blanket over a bead, rope that dangled overhead,
Beauty no longer beheld in the eyes,
Twinkling, teary eyes dance on in surprise.
Beautiful as death.
I was listening to wine red by the hush sound I just thought of it randomly and had to write it!
~sparkles~feedback please!
I'm okay,
I'm alright,
It's just a scratch that had to bite the flesh.
A flesh wound, nothing more,
See the teardrops are slowing.
Can't you see, no need to call for help now that all is dealt,
I'm okay.
It's just eh false serene,
It's just the day light,
That stops the bloom,
The heat pouring down.
Walk on, winter has kept you long enough.
I'm okay,
Another day, stumbling in an unmarked hallway.
Empty acts, neatly repressed,
Always looking out to the best,
Up to the others down to the floor,
Answer to what you are crying for with a simple singular nod in agreed agony,
Winter has kept me,
It's okay,
I'm okay.
Not much to say, it really speaks for itself, anyway, comment *tiresome day* lots of arguments and failed attempts, no more trying, not denying, only buying the rest of my time.
~dear and dead~Sparkles
I got to thinking, and ----
Title: A Lesson Never Known
We left the words spoken in air, and let them settle there,
And gave room for the world to speak, but never listened to what it said.
Come reach out a hand to something new,
Come grab another piece of you.
Sit in silence or relish in words,
No one is perfect that's what we've all heard.
Come help with a dream for the next of our lives,
The darkness evading the brightness inside.
So sweet remorse, you know us well.
Come tell a tale, come share it.
I believe it, find the pattern,
Break the label, this is not all you know!
Let the light sink in,
Let the sun shine in.
Forget the moments you didn't want to happen.
Just for a moment, oh just one moment.
For all the happiness does not have to be sad.
Please do not end sad.
Smiles aren't worth the price of tears,
Yet in knowing this happiness, I'm still standing here.
I am not alone this time I know,
Separated by oceans, crowded by seas,
Lined up like dominoes on the crowded little streets.
We left the silence where it fell,
Broke the air with what we already knew,
What was to come; out of mind,
What we are; out of time.
All the voices, shouting once,
Will you dare speak it twice?
There we are, where we began, reaching after the same old hand.
We left the words spoken in air, and let them settle there,
And gave room for the world to speak, but never listened to what it said.
I tell you now, as we grow, as we learn, as you go,
This is a lesson we may never get to know.
GOOD? BAD? WHAT!? comment please~Sparkles~
I know I haven't posted in a while, but I am going to vent now! and its more of a question on your opinions than a vent really but here goes!
I noticed that most of the friends I have are really shallow(not preppy shallow,but "never talks seriously, and is air headed" shallow!)
I think it's because I am a really serious and dour person most of the time and I have a really sarcastic and bitter sense of humor. I love all the friends I have because they are the only people insane enough to stand me! I wonder sometimes, however, if that part of the reason I have shallow friends is because I need someone to pull my out of my gloom and away from myself. I admit I do think too much,yet my parents are convinced that it is part of my being a "literary genius". Which I don't think I am. Maybe I am just a really depressing person? I don't know, maybe I speak my mind too often also. I enjoy most of my friends, don't get me wrong, but I just wonder, because maybe I am just a really serious person by nature, and maybe I over think and over analyze myself until there is nothing good left. If any good ever existed at all!
ANyway, I would like your opinions, if you don't care, or don't want to share, fine, just asking!
-Sparkles- I may have to face the darkness of myself alone, without you or anyone else. Who will pull me out then, who will notice if I pretend? (quote by me)
