She sweeps back her black,
Shimmering veil of hair.
With her slender, pale fingers.
The black aged violin,
cradled gently with purpose- under her chin.
grasping her bow she
unleashed a frenzy of notes.
They jumped into the air.
Reaching out with their numb black fingers
to grasp the listening minds of the audience.
Hypnotized; the listeners gazed back at the girl,
with blank eyes.
The notes faded into whispers,
when she began to play a slow sweet tune.
The wave delicately kissed the audience.
Snuggling in their ears and whispered lovingly.
With smiles, the audience listened closely.
A School of teasing notes taunted those of delicacy
and in a mixture of chaos they leaped here and there
With sudden rage a second violinist
Shuddered with pleasure at the empowerment of his
teasing legion of notes that suppressed,
her sweet lyrical life to oblivion.
He played with such anger and rage that it seemed,
she could not comfort him.
Until he opened his eyes and found her.
A short second- he stopped.
In this fractionated interval She sang back with her notes
and pleaded that he listened. To her and to himself.
Those eyes with such rage closed and once again....
he blinded himself and played.
Played a haunting, hurtful mourn. That spoke of loss and pain.
Sweeping herself she answered with hope, with love.
But still he kept his eyes closed and filled his mind and his music
with what he felt, what he thought.
All the while- the audience sat. Disliking the music,
the melancholy of the music.
Enjoying the beauty of this woman trying to help this wounded man.
Yet...unsatisfied that the man was so defiant.
With tears in their eyes they watched carefully...
As she played back with just as much anger, rage and messy hate.
stopping him in his tracks he opened his eyes for the second time.
She came in front of him and made him listen to her,
frustration, pity, anger, helpless.
but then she laid down her bow and gently touched his shoulder.
A tear rolled down his face,
A tear rolled down hers and the even the audience was moved.
so she regained her bow nodded at him and together they played.
together they sang out with their hearts and letting the notes
carry their rejoice to the ears and minds of their listeners.
These notes rang in the air even after their departure
stayed in the minds of the audience even after they left
and stayed in the hearts of the two who made it all.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Rudeness of Silence
It's loud
It's quiet
Rings in my ears.
It's irritating.
My mom likes it.
Why?!
It's weird.
So quiet
so loud.
It doesn't do anything
yet
It echos
It's still
It moves
It get's broken
Shattered.
Peaceful
evil
total opposites but...
silent.
It's quiet
Rings in my ears.
It's irritating.
My mom likes it.
Why?!
It's weird.
So quiet
so loud.
It doesn't do anything
yet
It echos
It's still
It moves
It get's broken
Shattered.
Peaceful
evil
total opposites but...
silent.
Life
Waiting outside,
In the merciless cold.
It bites my legs and face
even through my layers.
Listening for the growl of my bus.
Silence is what responds.
The light hits a cloud,
It glows light orange.
as it streaks across the sky.
The low growl of my bus fills the cold air
as it rounds the corner and slinks down the hill.
i pick up my package and wait.
The beast hisses at me as it opens it's door.
I haul myself out of the cold air and into the heat.
It hits my face as i walk to my seat.
I sit down.
The heater right under my legs- thawing them too.
There's a low murmur from the teens.
Resting my head on the window i listen.
Outside passes very quickly.
It's dizzying, watching the world pass by.
Another day, another moment.
10/14/10
In the merciless cold.
It bites my legs and face
even through my layers.
Listening for the growl of my bus.
Silence is what responds.
The light hits a cloud,
It glows light orange.
as it streaks across the sky.
The low growl of my bus fills the cold air
as it rounds the corner and slinks down the hill.
i pick up my package and wait.
The beast hisses at me as it opens it's door.
I haul myself out of the cold air and into the heat.
It hits my face as i walk to my seat.
I sit down.
The heater right under my legs- thawing them too.
There's a low murmur from the teens.
Resting my head on the window i listen.
Outside passes very quickly.
It's dizzying, watching the world pass by.
Another day, another moment.
10/14/10
One shot
Death is unique.
A one shot opportunity.
You can cower
or your can look it in the eyes
and smile right back.
A one shot opportunity.
You can cower
or your can look it in the eyes
and smile right back.
Meanwile my thoughts go haywire
Standing in the middle of the hall
backpack slung over my right shoulder
as people brush by me, bustling to their classes
Whilst I stand there,
Thinking.
Why am I here?
What is my purpose in life?
Because I'd really fancy knowing,
What is expected from me by everyone.
Bell rings,
Reverberating off the still walls.
Bodies removed, their presence still felt.
I can still feel everyone around me.
But they're not here. Are they?
I breath in the empty crowdedness
and take a step forward.
I know what's expected of me.
and to do it, I've got to make my own path.
One step at a time.
10/14/10
backpack slung over my right shoulder
as people brush by me, bustling to their classes
Whilst I stand there,
Thinking.
Why am I here?
What is my purpose in life?
Because I'd really fancy knowing,
What is expected from me by everyone.
Bell rings,
Reverberating off the still walls.
Bodies removed, their presence still felt.
I can still feel everyone around me.
But they're not here. Are they?
I breath in the empty crowdedness
and take a step forward.
I know what's expected of me.
and to do it, I've got to make my own path.
One step at a time.
10/14/10
The Beginning
This may be the first post I make that doesn't involve my poetry or writing!
Well, upon walking in the hallway a week ago my eyes set on a flier on the wall. "BLOGGER'S CLUB!" It flashed at me.
For a few years I've had my eyes set on being a writer and so I began this blog to put my work out there. Joining Bloggers Club, I figured, Would help me make my blog more of a success and possibly even have more people see my work.
Well, upon walking in the hallway a week ago my eyes set on a flier on the wall. "BLOGGER'S CLUB!" It flashed at me.
For a few years I've had my eyes set on being a writer and so I began this blog to put my work out there. Joining Bloggers Club, I figured, Would help me make my blog more of a success and possibly even have more people see my work.
Concerto
I put the instrument under my chin
holding my violin up I gently
pick up my bow.
count the beats as cello and bass play.
Five,six,seven,eight.
I begin.
We Begin.
My bow glides effortlessly.
My fingers find their place.
I play this music,
and make it mine.
The orchestra diminuendos and I play louder,
going solo I play angelically, swaying.
I feel the light on me.
I close my eyes.
Feeling the music through my ears to my soul,
one and two and three and
The orchestra crescendos and plays with me,
I lead them through the notes.
dancing across each of them.
closing the song, I play softly,
sweetly and gently,
the tweet of a high note.
The last thing I hear is that note.
Even as everyone applauded.
10-14-10
holding my violin up I gently
pick up my bow.
count the beats as cello and bass play.
Five,six,seven,eight.
I begin.
We Begin.
My bow glides effortlessly.
My fingers find their place.
I play this music,
and make it mine.
The orchestra diminuendos and I play louder,
going solo I play angelically, swaying.
I feel the light on me.
I close my eyes.
Feeling the music through my ears to my soul,
one and two and three and
The orchestra crescendos and plays with me,
I lead them through the notes.
dancing across each of them.
closing the song, I play softly,
sweetly and gently,
the tweet of a high note.
The last thing I hear is that note.
Even as everyone applauded.
10-14-10
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Epiphany
One day my bracelet broke.
And the beads slid off the colored string
As they fell I swear they spoke
On how loud the wind can sing
As I ran, away from earth
I crossed a crippled man
Who claimed he's been old since birth
He said he's older than the sand
Why as I aged, my old mind grew
My wisdom stretched out so wide
I frequently took notes on things anew
My mind open to a different side
So as I ran back home
The wind sang in my ears
About all the things that I own
In the breadth of my youngest years
6/7/11
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Candles
At one end
Fear,
Anticipation,
anxiousness,
All grip her hard.
The other,
Shock,
surprise,
guilt,
Flow through him.
In the distance between
there is....
Silence.
She tries to call over to him.
A small strike of hope lights a candle
but is blown out
with the wind of silence.
She watches,
as the smoke wafts up
and disappears into the sky.
12/14/10
Fear,
Anticipation,
anxiousness,
All grip her hard.
The other,
Shock,
surprise,
guilt,
Flow through him.
In the distance between
there is....
Silence.
She tries to call over to him.
A small strike of hope lights a candle
but is blown out
with the wind of silence.
She watches,
as the smoke wafts up
and disappears into the sky.
12/14/10
Rejection
Speak those unlawful words
to you.
And suddenly my faith in us
Vanished.
why would you hide?
and throw me away,
Like i never happened?
We both know i did.
I'm not leaving
I'm still here.
Let me tell you again.
I like you.
Just this time,
Don't look away,
And see through me.
12/14/10
to you.
And suddenly my faith in us
Vanished.
why would you hide?
and throw me away,
Like i never happened?
We both know i did.
I'm not leaving
I'm still here.
Let me tell you again.
I like you.
Just this time,
Don't look away,
And see through me.
12/14/10
Nowhere
My mind would wander aimlessly
as i stand here stiff and still
can't place on why i am here
but i came on my own will
Forgot what lies behind me
only see what lies ahead
deep passion burns within me
every step can keep it fed.
No reason to think back
no reason to feel upset
My back turned on what you did
As i try and try to forget
You sneered at my jokes
and you could care any less
That i hoped for something.
but your foolishness...
Destroyed the rest.
as i stand here stiff and still
can't place on why i am here
but i came on my own will
Forgot what lies behind me
only see what lies ahead
deep passion burns within me
every step can keep it fed.
No reason to think back
no reason to feel upset
My back turned on what you did
As i try and try to forget
You sneered at my jokes
and you could care any less
That i hoped for something.
but your foolishness...
Destroyed the rest.
Free Fall
Unclipped from life
I fall through the air
My arms reach out
and the wind catches me
I flutter and sway
I twist and flip
Before the ground wraps around me
and in my startles state
I sleep,
Nestled in the earths embrace. 3/2/11
I fall through the air
My arms reach out
and the wind catches me
I flutter and sway
I twist and flip
Before the ground wraps around me
and in my startles state
I sleep,
Nestled in the earths embrace. 3/2/11
Freshman Year
The beginning of the end.
The end of the start
Words from my soul
and love from my heart.
Our first year
is over.
Our next year is coming.
Soon we'll be free
and that's pleasantly stunning.
My freshman year is
coming to an end
let's move forward together,
together as friends
this year was totally awesome
next year will be too
We'll rock being sophomores
yup- that's me and you
and OH I'll hug you big
today and tomorrow
we'll laugh and join arms
skipping into the 'marrow
(JK)
Haha I'm such a ditz
Cause today i cried some tears
I'm happy and very sad
to say goodbye to freshman year.
=,)
April 24,2011
The end of the start
Words from my soul
and love from my heart.
Our first year
is over.
Our next year is coming.
Soon we'll be free
and that's pleasantly stunning.
My freshman year is
coming to an end
let's move forward together,
together as friends
this year was totally awesome
next year will be too
We'll rock being sophomores
yup- that's me and you
and OH I'll hug you big
today and tomorrow
we'll laugh and join arms
skipping into the 'marrow
(JK)
Haha I'm such a ditz
Cause today i cried some tears
I'm happy and very sad
to say goodbye to freshman year.
=,)
April 24,2011
Hearts
Sit in silence,
words need not be spoken.
Lay upon the feelings,
that were once broken.
Build a structure,
A heart much stronger.
Once that won't collapse,
and will beat longer.
words need not be spoken.
Lay upon the feelings,
that were once broken.
Build a structure,
A heart much stronger.
Once that won't collapse,
and will beat longer.
Closer
You can take my love
you can have my heart
and you can keep both
close by
I will cherish your heart and keep
It close
to me.
To us.
But if you take me and put me in your pocket
Don't forget
Me.
My being....my everything.
don't put my love on a board game
Don't roll the dice and place your bets
If you must bet on anything.
I bet you everything
That my love...
Isn't a game.
6/14/11
you can have my heart
and you can keep both
close by
I will cherish your heart and keep
It close
to me.
To us.
But if you take me and put me in your pocket
Don't forget
Me.
My being....my everything.
don't put my love on a board game
Don't roll the dice and place your bets
If you must bet on anything.
I bet you everything
That my love...
Isn't a game.
6/14/11
Simplicity of Questions
If i asked for your number,
would you let me call?
if i fell from heaven,
would you let me fall?
I blew some kisses,
would you catch them all?
If i held your hand,
would you hold mine?
If you could kiss me,
would it be time to time?
If we both have wings,
do you thing we'd fly?
If i sat across the room,
would you catch me eyes?
If i said i love you,
would you ask why?
6/12/11
would you let me call?
if i fell from heaven,
would you let me fall?
I blew some kisses,
would you catch them all?
If i held your hand,
would you hold mine?
If you could kiss me,
would it be time to time?
If we both have wings,
do you thing we'd fly?
If i sat across the room,
would you catch me eyes?
If i said i love you,
would you ask why?
6/12/11
Untitled
You see me smile
you see me happy
but i assure you
I'm anything but.
I've got a boyfriend
Who cares about me
I've got tons of friends
who are there too.
I take a wrong step
and you're unforgiving.
so you beat me down
and i beat back
But eventually,
always in the end.
you find a way, anyway
to lay the blame on me.
6/11/11
you see me happy
but i assure you
I'm anything but.
I've got a boyfriend
Who cares about me
I've got tons of friends
who are there too.
I take a wrong step
and you're unforgiving.
so you beat me down
and i beat back
But eventually,
always in the end.
you find a way, anyway
to lay the blame on me.
6/11/11
Youth and Wisdom
One day my bracelet broke.
and the beads slid off the colored string.
as they fell i swear they spoke
on how loud the wind can sing.
As i ran, away from earth
i came upon a crippled man.
who claimed he's been old since birth
ans likes it like that 'cause he can.
Why, as i aged...or the older i got
My wisdom stretched out so far
the history i could recall was a lot
but young is how it should be-it's who we are.
so as i ran back home
the wind sang in my ears
about all the things that i own
in the breadth of my youngest years.
6/7/11
and the beads slid off the colored string.
as they fell i swear they spoke
on how loud the wind can sing.
As i ran, away from earth
i came upon a crippled man.
who claimed he's been old since birth
ans likes it like that 'cause he can.
Why, as i aged...or the older i got
My wisdom stretched out so far
the history i could recall was a lot
but young is how it should be-it's who we are.
so as i ran back home
the wind sang in my ears
about all the things that i own
in the breadth of my youngest years.
6/7/11
Carousel
There's a carrusel
Up in the heavens
that
Spins.
Round and round it goes
where the riders-
Never age
Never hate
and also...
Never think.
6/7/11
Up in the heavens
that
Spins.
Round and round it goes
where the riders-
Never age
Never hate
and also...
Never think.
6/7/11
My enemy
I'll take a piece of me
and
A piece of the enemy
Plant it by my own hands
in the vacancy of no mans land.
There-
It will grow a tree
Where
It can carry me and my enemy.
UP-
In the sky
We'll learn eachothers ways
Up-
Up, up so high.
At the top-
The very tip top,
We'll both climb as friends
But still we won't stop
That tree won't die
But if it did
It was my enemy-
Who told the fib.
6/7/11
and
A piece of the enemy
Plant it by my own hands
in the vacancy of no mans land.
There-
It will grow a tree
Where
It can carry me and my enemy.
UP-
In the sky
We'll learn eachothers ways
Up-
Up, up so high.
At the top-
The very tip top,
We'll both climb as friends
But still we won't stop
That tree won't die
But if it did
It was my enemy-
Who told the fib.
6/7/11
Why i like to write
My mind. having one is to extraordinary. The stories beg me to write them and it's always so satisfying to have that final piece, to have that story's ending out of your head and onto paper.
I like to feel the rhythm of pen on paper with quickness and excitement. always moving- never slowing down.
I like to feel the rhythm of pen on paper with quickness and excitement. always moving- never slowing down.
Inspirational story
I wrote this in the point of view of a little sister speaking about an older sister.
I've looked up at her so many times, listened closely to her words, taken those words and broke them up, pulled them and found the TRUE meaning of them and layed that all out in front of me. Under all those sounds, syllables, sentences,is what she's always been trying to say. in every sentence, look, touch...she's saying she loves me. she's saying she LOVES me. i don't want to be her, i don't wish to follow her steps. i want to me be. because she lloves ME- not a girl who will grow to be her. ME. She is my inspiration, my hero. but most of all she is my sister.
I've looked up at her so many times, listened closely to her words, taken those words and broke them up, pulled them and found the TRUE meaning of them and layed that all out in front of me. Under all those sounds, syllables, sentences,is what she's always been trying to say. in every sentence, look, touch...she's saying she loves me. she's saying she LOVES me. i don't want to be her, i don't wish to follow her steps. i want to me be. because she lloves ME- not a girl who will grow to be her. ME. She is my inspiration, my hero. but most of all she is my sister.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Beauty
The tears,
from my eyes
Will
f
a
l
l
Into the pocket of your heart
where the greenest grass grows.
My body will float into this
cube of emptiness as i experience this emotional
feeling.
In a cage a beauteous flower
will wilt.
and reborn from it's rot
will not rise another flower...
But a woman.
She is born from the seed of beauty
Her beauty will be the most
Ugly
Aspect about her.
Marvel and envy her
For her skin glows gold.
These blue skies
Bore down on her shoulders
She never liked blueberries
Upside down is her world of
Nothing but all is okay
in this world...
The rules can be simple
You think they aren't
When truly they are.
Confused?
We know nothing of true beauty
but we know how to fake it.
true beauty is a good thing.
Is it really?
Shall this patch over my eye
symbolize my beauty?
Will the hair of a spider
Depict it's beauty?
I'm not sure.....
from my eyes
Will
f
a
l
l
Into the pocket of your heart
where the greenest grass grows.
My body will float into this
cube of emptiness as i experience this emotional
feeling.
In a cage a beauteous flower
will wilt.
and reborn from it's rot
will not rise another flower...
But a woman.
She is born from the seed of beauty
Her beauty will be the most
Ugly
Aspect about her.
Marvel and envy her
For her skin glows gold.
These blue skies
Bore down on her shoulders
She never liked blueberries
Upside down is her world of
Nothing but all is okay
in this world...
The rules can be simple
You think they aren't
When truly they are.
Confused?
We know nothing of true beauty
but we know how to fake it.
true beauty is a good thing.
Is it really?
Shall this patch over my eye
symbolize my beauty?
Will the hair of a spider
Depict it's beauty?
I'm not sure.....
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