It is
The color of the sky
At noon
When not a cloud drifts by,
The color of the lake
When you glide across
In canoes,
The color of her eyes
When she looks at you
And says
She loves you.
It is
The color of the stone
Set in her favorite pair
Of earrings,
The way you feel
When you see her photograph
In the album
Stacked on the shelf,
The color of the forget-me-nots
Laid neatly
In a bunch
Beside her grave.
It is
The taste of summer fruit
Picked fresh
From the bush,
The sound
Of the song
Of a jay
In the morning,
And the bright-hot flame
That burns
Whenever you think
Of the way she looked at you.
Soaring on its silver wings
Above the hazy world
The glacial silver songbird sang
Its melancholic lullaby
Its lullaby was shades of white
And made of ice and snow
Its tragic climbing melodies
Then trembled in the gale
The forceful squall and blasting wind
Battered at the bird
Until, with one last screaming cry
It spiraled towards the hazy world
Giant, screaming raptors circled
On wings of scarlet fire
They lashed out at the glacial bird
And shattered through the haze
The ocean reached up with both hands
And snatched at bird and song
To drown the melancholic lullaby
Until it sank beneath the waves
The flaming raptors scorched the sea
Where
Hey there, now, love,
Why so scared?
No need to walk away—
I made no promises,
Asked none from you
I told you I had issues with people
But you? Ha!
You make me look so trusting,
So open and friendly
You’re a liar,
I know you are, love,
Because your actions?
Well, let’s just say
They tell a different story
Than what your lips told me
I know you noticed me, my habits,
Because how else could you have done that?
Used my worst fear against me?
You told me I wasn’t good enough,
But I know that was a lie
I know it was a lie,
But it hit way below the belt
Who looks foolish now, love?
Surely, not me
I hope you realize
They
Piece together your life again
It’ll be easy, just stand up
Walk around the world that’s not yours
Pretend that it’s all the same
Grabbing at the fragments
From someone else’s life
She looks happy; her world is fun
But I have to walk around the world
That’s n
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Everyone’s so nice; you’ll make friends
It’ll be easy, just go talk
But what they never mentioned
Is how hard it gets to make them talk
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Rachel always was a rather strange child.
Those around her should have known she was unusual. She never once cried. On Christmas Eve, the Abbess found her as an infant lying in the snow. She had unusually large, vivid blue eyes that seemed to stare reproachfully at the Abbess, as though saying, “It took you long enough to get here.” The infant girl didn’t cry, nor was she the slightest bit chilled when the Abbess picked her up. Uncertain, but seeing no one around to whom the infant could possibly belong, the Abbess walked away with the baby in her arms. That was sixteen years ago.
Rachel pulled her l
Credit cards and bills you paid
Debit, credit, collecting debt
Pay it off, please,
Don’t let it build up more
The apartment signed out in your name
You signed so beautifully on the dotted line
Car payments, monthly rent
Your paychecks from work
You logged in quite a bit of overtime
Checks you signed off at the store
Buying groceries and flowers
But then you stopped paying rent
You defaulted on your student loan
Ignored the letters asking you to pay up
Your credit cards were suspended
You stopped going in to work,
Stopped attending your college classes
And asked me to cover your car payment
Until finally, I woke up in your apartment
The
One night, I wished upon a star
And hoped that it came true
Until one day I realized that a wish
Could never get me you
I turned away and went inside
To leave the silent star
Then, I sat down in my chair
And noticed all you are
One night, I wished upon a star
And hoped that it came true
Until one day I realized that
I already had you
The wind, it whispers through the trees
Rattling their colored leaves
Orange, red, yellow, brown
The wind is dying down
Swirling colors in the wide, blue sky,
Going some place else, flying by
Orange, red, yellow, brown
The leaves fly by when I feel down
I’d like to follow where they go
So I could find out what they know
Orange, red, yellow, brown
The wind blows leaves throughout this town
Orange, red, yellow, brown
The leaves fly by throughout this town
Brown, orange, yellow, red
Flutter by, above my head
I step on leaves as I walk on
Beneath my feet, they crunch and fall
Orange, red, yellow, brown
I follow the leaves out of this to
Soaring on its silver wings
Above the hazy world
The glacial silver songbird sang
Its melancholic lullaby
Its lullaby was shades of white
And made of ice and snow
Its tragic climbing melodies
Then trembled in the gale
The forceful squall and blasting wind
Battered at the bird
Until, with one last screaming cry
It spiraled towards the hazy world
Giant, screaming raptors circled
On wings of scarlet fire
They lashed out at the glacial bird
And shattered through the haze
The ocean reached up with both hands
And snatched at bird and song
To drown the melancholic lullaby
Until it sank beneath the waves
The flaming raptors scorched the sea
Where
Credit cards and bills you paid
Debit, credit, collecting debt
Pay it off, please,
Don’t let it build up more
The apartment signed out in your name
You signed so beautifully on the dotted line
Car payments, monthly rent
Your paychecks from work
You logged in quite a bit of overtime
Checks you signed off at the store
Buying groceries and flowers
But then you stopped paying rent
You defaulted on your student loan
Ignored the letters asking you to pay up
Your credit cards were suspended
You stopped going in to work,
Stopped attending your college classes
And asked me to cover your car payment
Until finally, I woke up in your apartment
The
Glass Castle Fairytale by just-for-giggles, literature
Literature
Glass Castle Fairytale
I’ll read to you in a quiet voice,
A story of dragons and simple choice;
Of majestic realms and kingdoms fair
With castles made of glass and air
Of this, I speak, and I speak true
In this quiet voice, I’ll read to you.
There’s a kindly king with a daughter strong—
The daughter sings a bluebird’s song –
And a man in armor, silver-bright:
Pure of heart, a sovereign’s knight
Of this, I speak, and I speak true
In this quiet voice, I read to you:
They live in the realm with kingdoms fair
Inside of castles of glass and air
There’s a massive dragon, huge and coiled;
Its scales, they gleam, they&rsquo
Slumber quietly, my dear
Nothing more you have to fear
Darkness has made way for light,
After you survived the night
Pushing past the pain and dread
Hoping just to keep your head
You made it through the empty time,
For now, I can’t say you are mine
But I will never let you go,
You cannot leave, I hope you know
Forevermore in my embrace
Falling limp, you’re ashen-faced
Your beauty, mine; your life fades out
I’ll keep you close, have no doubt
Safe within my deathly hold
I will liberate your soul
You can’t escape from fate forever,
Although you’ll try, it’s a hopeless endeavor
Today you may walk free, my dear
All my silver golden dreams burned
Down into gray ash they went,
Consumed by that fickle fire
Burning red, orange, gold, yellow,
And midnight blue at the base of the flames
Sitting, watching, horrified
Unable to turn away
Mesmerized by the dreams
That burned down into the flames
Stuck within this trance,
Can't tear my eyes away
Captivated by the twisting
Hungry burning of the flames
And that little blue, beaded, feathered
D R E A M C A T C H E R
Took my breath away
And all my blackened ashen dream burned
Down into the gray ash they went
Consumed by that dying fire
Burning low and ocher, tawny, ruby,
And midnight blue at th
Little red balloons
Flying high up in the sky
Silhouetted by the sun
For making wishes on the fly
Standing off alone
Eyes closed against the sky
I wish it could be different
Was her wish made on the fly
Against the sky of blue
The balloons are floating high
Disappearing towards the sun
For making wishes on the fly
I float towards wakefulness slowly, then, with a jerk, I fully wake up. I frown. Is it morning? Scratch thatmy clock says two in the morning. It's not even sunrise yet. I don't have to go to the bathroom Am I thirsty? Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, or get a drink of water, or sometimes a snack.
Tonight is different. Something is wrong.
I tilt my head, confused. What is different about tonight? I slide my legs out of bed. It's Christmas morning, though very early on Christmas morning. I'm seven years old, and I'd stayed up longer than I should've, excited to see what Santa would brought in t
Capital Punishment. by just-for-giggles, literature
Literature
Capital Punishment.
The dark flame burns before your death,
Ocher, orange, and tawny breath
Flicker, shadow, empty, lost
Fight the chill of winter's frost
Whisper, silence, stillness, fear
Through the darkness now you hear
Clicker-clack on floor of stone
Chill of fear within the bone
Darkness deep, all life sleeps;
Closer, ever closer creeps
Darkness, death, the end of light
Ponder now your fatal plight
At the door, the reaper grim
Beckons you to follow him
Resign yourself to endless night
Never more to see the light
Evil blackness now awaits
Here to give to you your fate
Swish-and-snap, with life no more
Fallen down on cold stone floor
She collects glass bottles
In rows upon her shelf
Keeps them always closed up tight
And seals away herself
She fills them up with sadness
And she fills them up with tears
With blood and ghosts and memories
With thoughts and dreams and fears
Her most precious bottle
With which she'll never part
She keeps it the darkest corner
And it contains her heart
The glass is stained with grief and shame
It's chipped and smeared with dust
Edges worn with too many years
Of anger and distrust
It's known its share of heartache
It's felt the steely rain
It's had its share of lovin'
It rode those waves of pain
She can't say where it started
so apparently, "I don't want any more than 1/3 of an inch off the ends of my hair" actually means "cut off an inch"
no
stahp
not an inch
that's like
four months of growth for me
way to go
stupid haircut lady
I am sad now):
was nuts. How ridiculous. At my new school? Heck, well I do 4 hours of homework on average every night and I haven't opened up my internet in days. This marching band does a lot more stuff than my old one did. So far, moving has gone pretty well. I don't despise my new school, I've made friends (all in band but pfft whatevs), and I'm even going to end up going to homecoming next Saturday like what. I try to keep in touch with my old friends (I fail so miserably sometimes >.<) and well. It's just not as bad as I thought it would be. I forgot how things tend to work themselves out when given enough time. Eventually, things make sense. Any