My garden full of sunshine
no I won’t mow you down.
A single glance at you
and my sorrows feel lighter
for your yellow petals
radiate the sun’s brightness
until the wind carries you away
to a land
where happiness is missed
and where they just mow you down
for you are but a weed
that only I
have grown to love.
Hi you guys!
I normally don’t write post like these but I feel you guys should know why I haven’t posted in a while. I guess one of the reasons would be school, though at the same time it wasn’t? Sure I was stressed with exams and my grades but I also wrote during exam period.The main reason was because I was published in my school’s literary journal and I won second place for a creative writing contest! Odd to think that I would stop posting on what was actually responsible for my success, eh? Well, I felt guilty that all of the work that I had submitted had already been posted on my tumblr. I felt only a smidgen better than a plagiarizer! So, I stopped posting for awhile. I never stopped writing, I just never posted. I was hoping to start writing in a journal instead of online but, I have not found the write journal or pen yet. So I was writing on scraps of paper or online, as I had originally.
Though I had thought of writing strictly in my soon-to-be-found journal, I see no reason why I can’t also post things online. Especially since I’m always on here anyways.
So consider this the end to my hiatus!
Shiver and wiggle
as the friction leads
to temporary warmth.
Squirm and shake
so I take a swig
but the drink only scalds
my poor throat.
The freezing
no longer bearable,
another layer added.
I’m now the size
of a giant snowball.
Still, icicles in my veins
they won’t melt away
though all I needed
was a glance from you.
It’s not that she was sad. She just wasn’t happy. She went about her day to day life like it was programmed into her brain. Everything was scheduled, and as soon as it was, it became a routine. Nothing snuck up on her, no surprises, good or bad. She stared at life through her wide brown eyes and each day she promised to do something different, to change something about her boring life. And no matter what, not a single thing changed.
Her kindness pained me
More than others’ taunts
For though her heart
May have been pure,
Her intentions were not
As they seemed,
Leading me to believe
Something untrue,
Which fed me nothing
But false hope
and eventually
a broken heart.
Only in a fit of folly did we speak,
Nothing evermore.
How I wish that it weren’t so.
My eyes search desperately for you
To fill the void that it ripping me apart.
Though soon, your sight won’t satisfy
My voice will need its share.
To much thought about
who I have wanted to be,
not enough living.
Not dead
But I may as well be
As I hover over others’ lives,
Watching as events pass them by
Such as love, longing and unexpected joy,
And wishing
That those feelings
Could happen to me.
Rainbows are supposedly made
Of innocence and kindness
But were this true,
Kindness would be
My one source of pain
Tattooed on my ankle.
He mumbled
and stumbled
Upon his words
until his partner
took over
and all thought
he
was the true hero.
Hop, swing
Hop, swing
Hop, hop, hop,
swing.
Hop, swing,
hop, swing,
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Hop
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Impatience.
Embarrassment.
Eyed by all.
Walking with crutches
Is just plain exhausting.
Strummed like a string
on my uncle’s fiddle,
this poor boy was played
until the string broke.
A solid block of ice
did I find on my porch one day.
Curious to see
what I would uncover,
I brought inside
where it slowly melted with warmth
and where I discovered
a heart shaped ruby
invisible on the surface.
