Hello, and welcome~! Today you have stumbled upon a little place known as Falling Flowers, and it is my 5th world. This is going to be the place that I post all of my thoughts and pretty what's going on in my life and how I am feeling. Hopefully you shall enjoy. If not, I bid you a fond farewell and thanks for giving it a try.
-Sparklingwave- music is my oxygen mask, it let's me breath. (quote by me)
Title-look at the title of the post.
Has it always been this way,
You with no comment, nothing to say?
That frown, a far away place, upon your face.
Has it always been this way,
No one okay?
Has it always been that way,
You with such a blank stare,
Such a predicted fate?
Dieing like an ember in a fire left untouched,
Could you have burned longer, harder, and brighter,
If you found what we did.
One generation, each set of problems new,
Would it have been different if they hadn't rejected you?
Laughed, lied, loved and hated,
Praised, pampered,
De grated, ran, feared,
Could you have lived another day longer,
Could you have been even stronger,
If you found another way?
Has it always been this way,
You with no comment,
Unheard, with so much to say?
This is a poem I dedicated to all the characters with issues on Naruto (one of my fave animes.) Mostly-Naruto, Sasuke, Itachi, Diedara, (the whole akatsuki really...)
I think it fit them, and if you look hard enough, you can find distinct pieces that fit them perfectly in there!^^
~let me know what you think guys
~sparkles~
It is often said that happiness entitles sadness, but sadness does not entitle happiness. What do we do with the happiness that we refuse, the knowledge we choose to let lay? I miss the days that were so special, but are now of a mere memory coated with the mist of time. I miss the days when happiness was so vibrant and present that I could touch it and taste it. I miss the days when friends were friends and everything was well. Those days are gone now, leaving me to wonder what is to happen, and what if this all happens again. Surely I am not such a fool that I will open my heart once more to tears, but surely I am such a fool as to keep holding on to the pincushion that makes seethes of pools of blood upon my fingers. I do wish and I do hope, but my eyes become empty with the hunger for something more, and as I walk, it is just coming and going and nothing more but JUST.
~dear and dead~Sparkles
p.s. to this broken message,written by a broken soul, I would like to add that this is about and to my friend.
The days are not the same and it seems that what you love the most can never love you. Yet we try, why is that? The punches are dealt from the ones we could never hit. How do you take them? Will you fall or stumble..what can be done with nothing left and no where to begin..... That is how I feel. That is what I face. To know everything and have nothing left, to watch simple things that were everything fall, that is the only true pain of this world. To reach so close, and to finally grasp something you can never hold. You may only know it for a brief moment...until it is gone, nothing more than what never was. The dream of a thousand hearts and minds, the dream of a nightmare's worth.
Maybe nothing makes sense, not even this, and maybe it does, but what is left when you can't say anymore? What is left to take away the time, to ease the pain? Nothing can make you numb, no matter how far you go. The mere blink of an eye can bread images into the heart that never sleeps. THe sun too will set, the moon too will rise, and the night too will fall to day. Yet, everything changes, even the sunset. And there is only so many hits you can take before something, anything, breaks.
~sparkles~
I can't really explain where this came from, but I found it somewhere in the middle of it all...
Title: There
When everyday is another way for hate to make itself,
Something was always there to stop it, now tell me what it's got to do with all of this!
Is there something in the silence, was that a smile on your face?
Was that a smile on my face?
Somewhere in the middle, I grabbed a piece of faith,
And somewhere a butterfly spread its wings to me,
I can't even comprehend it, but what I know is pending,
I'm on a new ride.
So what if days are lonely,
SO what if no hope is left,
How many people can say that they've heard all the rest?
Some people never change, some days there is no believing, only breathing.
Was that too far out of line, if so then how am I one for a stereotype?
Tell me the label now, I'll go and tear it down.
Show me a rule that I can take away,
Doesn't it seem so unfair that they get it all over there?
Some days you just want to start a fight!
Who cares if it's overrated, just another person hated,
Tomorrow when you wake up, its all the same as yesterday,
It's all okay.
Somewhere inside the sadness, is a beat you can't ignore,
And once it's in the open, you start to feels some more,
Until you hardly notice, what every one else sees,
And by then nothing can bend your knees!
We ran to the very end, held on tight to our only friend,
Tugged the reins, pulled them hard,
Met out of breath on the boulevard,
Now tell me, was that a smile on our faces,
Somehow belonging there for once?
Somewhere in the middle, we grabbed a piece of faith,
And somewhere a butterfly spread its wings to us,
I can't even comprehend it, but what I know is pending,
We're on a new ride to there and everywhere,
So what if days are lonely,
So what if no hope is left,
I know, we will make the best wherever "there" is!
~sparkles~
Enjoy the short story>>>
She walked the way to school with only daylight on here mind. At night her heart was a different place, a well without a definite depth. The other students never noticed her fake happiness, the smiles she shed like layers of plastic skin. She was a person valued for her views and advice that always seemed right. She knew and was grateful for the small attention from a few friends at school, but when she got home the world was a different view from her window. A view of something out of reach, just at her fingertips. She grasped closer at the wind, repeatedly, day by day. Touching at length, only the tip of herself. She was like an iceberg, only a quarter of it showing on the surface, the rest under water so deep that it could not be seen without tools. Not even she could reach the bottom.
She cared with all her heart, and in her mind she knew much more than she ever dared to speak. The library and a few books were her only consolation. She would sit and write and draw for hours. Drifting away into her world, only to come back to everything she left the same as it had been. On the way to school she tripped and fell, getting her clothes muddy, and her spirit bruised. She looked up at the clear, blue sky, reflecting the sun like a giant piece of glass. She heaved a sigh and new that no matter how bad things were here, somewhere else was always worse. Even when it seemed impossible... The other students passing along noticed her fall and wondered how she avoided the anger and frustration of the day. Suddenly, a boy called out to her the question everyone was dying to know. Her answer was quiet yet strong, something that could not elude even the most ignorant listener. "A day is a day, and for all our lives are in length, it could be a year for all we know. One last moment to hug a friend, to see the sun, to touch a heart. For all we know there is no tomorrow, so if we dwell on such bad things today, if we ever do get to tomorrow, yesterday looses the value it could have kept in our minds." The other students pondered this for a moment and the boy reached out and gave her a hand. She smiled, but got up on her own. "Sometimes we don't have all the answers, and sometimes we have more than we think, so maybe if you give a little more thought, some things you reach for in the distance grow closer in time instead of farther. To hold yourself up even when you are on the ground, to show weakness, both are traits of unique and simple purity. We are not only human." Her words rang clear as the air of the morning breeze. Soft and fragile silence followed and she walked away with a nod to the others who stared and stood quietly. Shortly after she made her way down the street and out of sight, laughter and gossip once again returned to the groups.
The lone boy was left to follow her after the others passed on. He found her crying in the back ally. He reached his hand down and she took it but could not stand. He leaned down, holding her hand and crying silent tears with her. As much as she knew life, as much as she was respected and known, she was the one few thing in this world that needed to be understood without knowledge or thought. She was just what she was. A piece of art undervalued, a frame not looked upon often. He pulled her up and they walked on to school. No words were shed that day, no thoughts expressed, just a friendship that was never realized finally known. As she saw the sky again pass from cloud to cloud and in between, she saw a little more of herself, and finally remembered, sometimes ice floats.
-I wrote this in math class today, funny thing that most of this is about me, but sadly there was no boy to help me, or anyone really, but hey, I still got up!
Comments are NEEDED! ..please!
-Sparkles
