January 2010
18 posts
Write one leaf in which you have your revenge.-or...
Since sometimes revenge is best served cold, and that being, occasionally, all the honesty one can muster, thrown in the face of the one who hurt you, here is a little stream of consciousness about what a girl might say to the guy she never stopped loving, who never knew…..until now.
I miss you, so much sometimes that it hurts to breathe. I loved you enough to give you up, but I hate myself...
Re: Write one leaf about something you will not...
Nuts/nut product. Never. When I was young I was severely allergic (yes, you can grow out of/into allergies) and so I never had any. This is more difficult than most realize, because some baked goods have almond oil. Anaphylactic shock, anyone? Or candies that had the ‘this was made in a factory with nuts’ label? Those little labels barred me from a LOT of treats.
So I stayed away from...
Re: Write one leaf about hidden treasure
dizzlesmapps:
ciaran913:
I have always thought that most people seriously underrate books. Sure, they buy (and maybe even read) their textbooks, or pick up the latest craze (LOTR, HP, even Twilight), but I find most aren’t willing to search for a truly good read. A book doesn’t need large amounts of media play to be great. To be recognized at large as being great, sure. But not to actually be...
“Only thyself, thyself can harm.
Forget it not-and full of peace
Ignore the...”
– Juliette Gordon Low, Founder Girl Scouts
Re: Write one leaf about hidden treasure
I have always thought that most people seriously underrate books. Sure, they buy (and maybe even read) their textbooks, or pick up the latest craze (LOTR, HP, even Twilight), but I find most aren’t willing to search for a truly good read. A book doesn’t need large amounts of media play to be great. To be recognized at large as being great, sure. But not to actually be great.
When I...
Re: Write one leaf about finding clues.
I never understood the fascination with Blues Clues. I mean, it was a stoner show for children! Steve sits around, talking with his dog and inanimate household objects, hallucinating about floating pictures. Sober? I think not.
(via writeoneleaf)
Salem Similarities
She is terrified and crucified
People stare, but they don’t cry
She is the sacrifice
Offered up to save some lives
This is here and this is now
And they have to make a choice
Between love and hate
Between support and condemnation
Her eyes so accusing
As her body shows the bruising
Of the torture. But it’s not over
Cause she still has yet to die
Giving up her life
For the comfort,...
Poetry....
….is soul-singing exultation and heart-breaking sorrow. It is effervescent dreams and harsh realities. Poetry allows people to cope with whatever happens to be occurring in their lives at that moment; it brings out all their good times and bad, promises the future. It dangles tantalizing images in the forefront of your mind, dancing them around and around to never-ending delight; then, an...
Cambreadth Redux
Screech of metal
Smell of blood
Light off steel
And tightened glove
Running out
And you fight
As you shout the chilling cry,
How many of them can we make die?
Screech of defiance
Smell of death
Light off eyes
And deadened face
Breath short
And dropped blade
As you sob the final cry,
Is it really my time to die?
Re: Write one leaf about blowing bubbles.
Back, far far back, in elementary school, by which I mean kindergarten exclusively, one of my favorite after school activities held at the care center was blowing bubbles. They’d set up this huge trough full of liquid soaps, and they gave us wands and other odd implements (by which I mean I can’t quite recall) and us little kids just played and played. We had strings and hoops, so...
“‘Shiny. Let’s be bad guys.’”
Lies
No, lies. I love you and think you’re beautiful.
hellasophie:
i’m really ugly and unpopular and no one likes me.
Re: Too Young
I have to agree. Since coming to college, the amount of people I’ve met in relationships like this has been staggering. Barely out of high school, and already these kids want to jump right into being adults; it’s like they don’t care, or realize to care, about the whole transition phase that takes place, between high school and married life. They don’t have jobs, or a job...
Apple Of My Eye-Haikus Of Common Beauty
Lying neglected
Alone but shining in that
A can in the street
Moonlight palely shines
Slides along curve of streetlight
Beauty simplicity
Rubber protection
Scuffed with use and with wear
My tennis shoes
As To Endymion-Metaphysical Poem Exploration
We dance like planets in their orbits
And I am drawn to you much the same
Though people may play around
With you for me this is no game
Tarry not and come ye hither
Fear not the moon’s soft rays
Unlike flowers which will wither
Heavenly bodies always stay
We fade in together
You into me and I into you
Leave out all the rest
One joined, not two
As our worlds collide worries divide
...
Blurring Boundaries
I am myself, in all my grandiose ability
I see all, know all, am all
I am you and you are me
Bound to each other in irreversible reciprocity
What I give to you, I give to myself
What I take from you, is taken from me
In all this cosmos—We are stable
We are free, we are, we are, we are
Alive!
A breath of wind causes us to lift our heads
The howling storm makes us tremble
Running...
