When I break through,
I’ll be flyin’
Wings trailin’ from
the dotted line
of time
“You’re on the wrong road!” October 30, 2008
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We had been rumbling down the same dusty road for HOURS, becoming increasingly skeptical of our navigator with each mundane row of cabbage, corn, or rye we passed. There were three of us, Harry was driving, Roy was navigating, and I was eating Bugle corn ships in the backseat. I picked idly at a tear in the blue upholstery, shifting some cardboard and a styrofoam cup on the floor take make room for my feet. We had two days to get to Seattle for our grandmother’s funeral, me, Roy, and Harry. Although I could tell it was annoying my loveable older brother, Harry, I found it difficult to contain my excitement. All three of us, back in the saddle after five years.
But, I digress. Roy looked out the window, hiding his confusion with a pensive look. Good ol’ Roy. By now, harry had had enough after I crunched my last three Bugles in his ear. He turned frustratedly to the navigator and asked in a gruff tone, “Where are we, Roy?”
Harry’s question was answered as we passed a sign for the city limits of Mobile, Alabama. We should be in Tennessee. With a burst of incredulous laughter, I pointed to harry mockingly. “You’re on the wrong road!”
Harry stared out ahead of the wheel. I knew his silence was boiling over.
Just Around the Bend October 29, 2008
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Just around the bend Whether it’s jumping out of bed in the middle of the night,Or running out of the house when my parents are in a fight,My feet have always brought me to the same destination in my flight. At the end of the block is a nice little house,I’m gulping in air from the running,Hand over my rapidly beating heart.My place of comfort I have run too. The person inside that place,Always makes me smile.They never know that their home is my place.Their sanity is my safety, Never to know I was even there,I turn and leave my safe house.Returning to my problems in life,Them not seeing my troubled face. If they ever saw they would find it odd,That their friend runs to their house in the cold,Only to stare and leave again
Returning to
Just around the bend
(I need help on this one. The first part seems out of place since it randomly rhymes and the rest doesn’t…)
untitled October 29, 2008
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Hold my heart
keep my deepest secrets
in your age-old foundations
give me the comfort and solace
that you’ve given to the
multitudes and lift me with your
spirit.
Bring back the ghosts of your past
back to this world so that
they can feel the diversity,
taste the progression,
and know that their lives,
the lives that made you possible
were a part of this
change.
Give me a sign so that
I can know what
we do is justified.
Hold me
Console me
Lend me the wisdom
buried in your walls
Let the perserverance
of
your past
guide the passion of your future
Lead us…
Love us…
Help us…
ALL of this October 29, 2008
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If i could choose who i love, who i fall..who id fall in love with i would have…i think. i only think because i love that i love you, with all of my heart but, ugh, but i want them to be proud, and when i tell them they wont be. yes i know i shouldnt care what they think and i dont, but i do they are my family darling. then i feel terrible for thnking this, that i cant possibly love you and hve these thoughts but dont we all? im sorry beautiful.
“I’ll do it today”, “today i’ll say exactly how i feel, i won’t conform.” Yea, right. i tell myself this nearly everday and every day goes by without this action actually taking place. Ok. thanks. yes I hear you, but i cant. i just cant. i cant explain myself or how i feel out loud well enough for anyone to understand it. and plus, its just easier to agree. NOOOO. yes it is. YOUR AFRAID. so. i mean no, no im not. But you are, your scared that if you actually say what you feel, what you REALLY feel, that it will make him angry. And that’s the whole point of conforming, so that you wont make him angry; and he wont yell and things will stay ok. you think your saving them, but your not. so continue, to keep your mouth closed, you scared little girl.
“Lets talk to each other like adults, since you are an adult now, lets stop all of this childish stuff.” “Give me your phone, ipods, no tv, no radio, you cant go anywhere.” you go from one extreme to the next in a matter of minutes. I’m an adult, yes an adult for all intents and purposes and you want to talk to me like one but treat me like a child. that makes since to you? dont take my shit. i mean really. im 18 years old, its not going to help you or me at all. This thing, how your trying to “discipline” me, is not going to help you. I promis it wont. what this lovely method is doing is simply making the time between graduation and when i leave this house less and less. so thank you. and when i try to talk to you like an adult, then i need to “watch my tone” and “remember who im talking to”. and then, when you take my stuff and ive done nothing, your worsening my disdain for you. good job.
i dooont really know how im gonna figure all of this out. 5 and a possible 6th. 3 applications due in about 2 weeks. An essay to write on a topic thats as broad a topic as you could ever think of. maney to get but i dont know how to get it. scholarships and recommendation latters and trascripts and a resume’. a resume’ that is gonna be a project to make look good because ive accomplished not so much of anything. and sleep, of which i get none, the load that i can not take off. i need to see you to keep my sanity and i cant. theres nothing i can do about it. and this waiting periods ridiculous, and this time goes by so fast but so painstakingly slow. my mind is racing constantly. what if i get into all five. wat if i get into usc, do i go? nooo. i cant go across the world, but will i be able to turn it down? UGH! what if none of them except me? then what?
…to be continued.
Midnight Memory October 29, 2008
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Midnight Memory
He walks in darkness
Struggling to keep up the gun
Blood stained boots
the bullet scratched helmet
a look of sorrow seared across the face
he closes his eyes and goes back in time.
back to a country town
back to the hot summer nights
back to picking blackberries down by the lake
suddenly
the patty field becomes
a diamond
instead of heavy metal
he feels the smooth handle
of a Louisville slugger
the hot sun beats down on his face.
With soiled pants
he hits the ball
homerun
then he sees her
drawing near
her scent hits him
she reaches out
they embrace
and kiss
he opens his eyes only to see darkness
the aroma of a cigarette drifts by
sore muscles endure the strain
once more
the reminiscence fades away
along with the warm summer breeze…
-SL
outside October 29, 2008
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Outside is my muse.
Outside is my sanctuary.
Outside where its just me and the infinitely endless sky
With its clouds that I can imagine dreaming on,
Or play childlike games, like thinking up shapes.
Outside with the breeze that blows away my bad thoughts,
The clean air that fills my lungs.
Outside where i can walk barefoot and careless
As i feel the grass under my feet and between my toes,
As that feeling fills my body with delight, and fills my mind with memories of earlier, easier days.
Outside with the birds’ music.
The absolute sweetest conversation like music,
Mixed with the barking of dogs,
the laughter of neighborhood children,
the sound of passing cars,
the rustling of trees as they dance.
These sounds that fuse together and form my most adored symphany.
These things make my comforting endulgance
These things make my escape
These things, all together, create my outside.
~Dre’
“THOSE” People. October 29, 2008
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People who swear their opinion is the only one and that they have control of everything annoy me.
If you don’t line up with them, you’re absolutely wrong.
Bad news to us people, they’ll always be like that and they’ll always swear the have the answers.
I would give you the advice to ignore them, but it’s more fun to have something ridiculous to laugh at during the day time.
One warning though, to people like that who oppose me:
Don’t mistake my meekness for weakness.
I am capable of more than your little narrow mind can comprehend.
the keyring. October 29, 2008
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Daddy had never been my favorite. Really, i dont’ think i ever even liked him. i was told i had to love him becuase he was of my flesh and of my blood. I had never been told that i had to like him though, so I didn’t. One of the only things i remember about my father was that his military job always required him to carry a large key ring on his belt with at least half a dozen keys on it that opened all sorts of doors. I could fit my wrist through the key ring, could wear it as a bracelet except for the fact that it was so heavy on my little wrists.
I wasn’t more than 10 years old. Daddy had just come home, his shiny black boots and camoflauge uniform hung stiffly from his craggy form. He slouched into his normal seat at the dining room table. Huffing, he pulled out a thin, white marlboro. He asked my brother how the day had gone. Kevin, who is only a year and a half older than I am, began babbling about a fishing trip that our oldest half-brother, Chip, had taken us on that particular day. As Kevin continued retelling the day’s adventure with Chip and me and my mother, my father become increasingly quiet, rolling the marlboro between his fingers slower and slower – his jaw set hard, his eyes partially closed. At one point he stopped moving all together. The only thing that hinted at life was the heavy rise and fall or his sunken chest. Suddenly sensing that Daddy had stopped listening, Kevin got up from the table and began to walk down the hall.
My father called him back.
I never thought that keys could fly.
In my father’s anger, the only thing that saved my brother’s face from those flying keys was my father’s aim; he had always been a terrible marksman.
Before the chunk of plaster hit the tile floor my mother had run into the room yelling, my brother was halfway down the hall and my father had strode over and scooped up the keys. Roaring, he threw the keys, once more, down the hall after my brother’s retreating form. Flying in a wide arch, the keys shattered my mother’s glass light fixture attached to the ceiling. MIllions of crystal fragments rained down on the hardwood floor. Looking at the shards later, i could only think of angel tears; all the the shards so small and sharp. Throwing beautiful colors on the hallway walls. Little did i know i was sweeping up the last remnants of our family, dumping these precious, broken pieces of our lives into the garbage.
Now that i’m older, i like daddy even less. Sometimes, though, when i’m angry or sad i look into the mirror and see Daddy’s eyes where mine should be. Not his eyes, but the deep bitterness that always made me shiver when i was young.
My key ring isn’t very heavy; not as heavy as Daddy’s was.
As I took Jeremy home from church he began to tell me about his day. While i was at school, our freind Stephanie had come over and they had spent the whole day together. I remember wishing, for a moment, that i could have been there. As he kept talking the road turned green. Actually, everything turned green. everything i saw was green. only green.
I felt my hand turn the engine off. Grinding my teeth, i heard the car doors slam. I’d made it all the way to his house without exploding. he turned to me and smiled. “oh my, Don’t you look a little steamed!” he laughed turning toward the house. The only thing in my hands were my cellphone and my keys. Holding the keys, i cocked my arm backward, poised right at the back of my boyfriend’s head. Somewhere in the back of my mind i saw angel tears on the hallway wall with a million tiny crystal shards littered across the hardwood floor, a little girl with a broom and a wastebasket…
Excerpt of a Satire (The AV Log) October 29, 2008
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…”Why are you dancing?” asked the beautifully confused maiden.
“Because I am going to the carnivaaaaaal,” sang Jovial as he twirled about the tower, only to be tripped up by Jingles.
“Look out for the guitar!” screamed Joy as he pulled his precious Les Paul from the danger of Jovial’s stumble. The lovely maiden sighed and looked whistfully out the window. “But no one can leave… We can never leave.”
“But we can check out any time we like!” interjected the ever-grinning Jingles.
The other elves looked scornfully at him.
“What say you, Jolly?,” asked Jingles. “Enjoy a merry romp through the carnival?”
Jolly rudely smacked the space bar on his computer and turned to Jingles with a glare.
“…Or not,” said jingles cautiously.
Suddenly the maiden had an idea. “Let’s make a carnival!”
“Yeah!” shouted Jingles.
“What?” asked Jovial.
“I have work,” said Joy calmly, stroking his precious Les Paul.
Jolly glared.
Then, there was a small sound. A tiny, hushed whisper almost- And it seemed to come from the door. But the door was not open. Instead, everyone looked down at the small mouse in the corner. “Pssst…”
“Hey, hey man…” said the peculaiarly shady, yet charming, little mouse.
“I can get y’all out of here.”
The lovely maiden and elves exchanged glances.
“How?” asked the maiden.
“…How much you got?” asked the mouse.
“We have fairy dust, unicorn hair, and a strong bond of unity!” replied the maiden cheerfully.
“…Cash,” said the mouse with a blank look.
The maiden and elves laughed… And laughed… AND LAUGHED.
“Why would we need any money? We are confined to live in a tower! We are satisfied with our wealth of love and harmony and hearts of gold!” explained the gleeful maiden.
Jingles snorted and went to the closet full of supplies. “Let’s get started on this carnival!” he declared.
The other elves nodded and quickly rushed to work, the maiden drawing up diagrams and designs. However, the busy band of workers did not notice the now gleaming eyes of the little mouse who was watching them all with a new interest.
“Hearts of gold…” he repeated dazedly, watching them dash about.
“Oh,” said the maiden, turning to look at the mouse. “Pray tell, what is your name, mystical rodent?”
The mouse blinked and looked down, now appearing quite shy. he muttered something something inaudible.
“What?” asked Joy.
“…Bran-Bran,” grumbled the mouse.
The maiden and elves snorted, trying to contain their amusement.
The mouse frowned and put up an indignant front. “Bran-Bran means ‘Dark Warrior’ in Swahili! Shut up!”
Just then, a terrible dragon flew in through the window and destroyed the carnival, carrying the fair maiden away.
“Whoa!” shouted Jingles. “No way! NO WAY!”
“We have to save her!” announced Jovial galantly.
Bran-Bran cast a shifty glance around the room. “You know, I can get y’all out of here…”
“How?” sighed Jolly.
Bran-Bran smiled ever-so slightly, casually eyeing Jolly’s heart.
…
Beautiful music October 29, 2008
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Soft, sweet, melodic tunes
that echo and vibrate in my
dark bleak room.
They flow and form a sweet sweet beat,
one that makes me think stop and think,
of time’s past, of evenings unfulfilled,
of elegant daydreams and wishful thoughts.
Or problems unresolved that will never be solved.
Oh these soft , sweet melodic tunes
they capture life’s problems like a twister
and then turn them upside down.
Those beats bring comfort to my aching heart,
the question is can’t this music,
this sweet calming music
never stop.
The Ticks and Tocks of Clocks October 29, 2008
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These comedians. These Watchmen.
Hoc dei ex machinae
Finding patterns in that which does not exist
Endlessly gazing into the abyss,
filled and filling,
with the clicks, the ticks,
and tocks of clocks,
Pruposefully trying to illuminate
the darkness of mere being,
with a flicker of higher meaning.
Shall not the judge of all the Earth do right
by those who doth inhabit it?
Trying to return a clock without a craftsman
to the house from whence it came.
These absent friends,
the answer lies in the Heart of Mankind
If only I had known,
I would have become a watchmaker.
It would be a stronger world,
a stronger, loving world to die in.
array of thoughts. October 29, 2008
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i’m sitting here texting the love of my life… but i feel so empty. for some reason or another, i don’t feel that spark; that mariposa-esque sensation in the pit of my stomach…
is something changing?
i hope not.
are my feelings for you detereorating?
God, i hope not.
no… of course not.
i’ve just got pre-relationship jitters… right?
i feel sick.
i shouldn’t be having these thoughts.
he’s been around too long.
i’ve loved him for TOO LONG for me to have second thoughts now.
i love him.
i love him.
i love him.
[click mah heels together]
did it work?
no.
but i DO love him.
i swear i do.
i know i do.
… but apparently i come in second.
i’ve always come in second.
only, i’ve never been aware of it.
October 29, 2008
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surrounded by the light fall breeze.
enveloped by a sea of green
is this solid piece of excellence.
so immobile,
so plain,
but holding countless memories
in that cracked floor.
the cool stone beneath my feet.
the stories engraved into every brick
that support the statuesque frame.
the drone of the cooling system
blends with the underlying sound of
traffic
and it sounds like music to my ears.
the lights have gone dim.
transparent curtain closed.
the stage is empty.
and although void of any action,
the story never ends.
Hope of a Nation October 29, 2008
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Callused feet make no sound
Hardened hands gently tug horse hair
the swish of an arrow, skillfully crafted
No match for those who seek to conquer
Villages burned
Storehouses plundered
Once ripe with tradition, structure, function
Skyward artwork, fallen
The sanctity of burial grounds, vanished
Rushing streams carrying life,
Silenced.
Where are the elders, the hunters, the weavers?
The children.
Where are the children?
The promise of the future?
The hope of a nation, once burning in young souls?
Stopped.
Broken pottery
Stray beads
Remnants of ancient structures
Buried, forgotten, alone
The land unworked, untouched, unforgiving
The howl of the night
The echo of drums
The heartbeat of a people
Extinguished.
What’s she to do? October 29, 2008
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What’s a girl to do
when she’s lost interest
and treated like family
but feels like a guest
What’s she to do
when she lives in fear
and whenever he’s near
she sheds a tear
What can she do
when she wants to be free
but he can’t see
the “we” changed to “me”
What must she do
when she can’t seem to say
she doesnt want to stay
day after day
What she’s to do
when her mind is set
but she still can’t let
him go quite yet.
Smoke October 29, 2008
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pitter patter
rain,
against cardboard chalk
it beats.
the footsteps,
they leisurely walk
in the night.
step,
to the left and the right
of the wrong. street
as we all meet
in the stairways
and the halls
listening well, and not missing the calls
of the
smoke.
clouds. October 15, 2008
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puffy white clouds surrounded our love,
our minds,
or hearts.
You said you loved me,
cloud in hand.
I promised to go pay the bills,
clouds trailing behind.
we shared a life together,
clouds above our heads- below our toes.
as i stand, watching the puffy white clouds
roll out of the blunt between your fingers,
i wonder
why
i bothered….
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