I don't believe in a lot,
but I believe in us.
As young as we are, I am in love.
To be this way, scares me with every touch.
And I know now,
what I didn't know then-
that this is just the beginning.
Monday, June 3, 2013
The Pond
She was not allowed to go in the woods. Her mother had strictly forbidden it. Caroline did not ask questions, it was just the way it was. But as Caroline grew older in the only home she had ever known, another part of her home in which she had never visited began to intrigue her. Caroline knew it was against her mother's wishes to step foot in the woods but as the days passed, the wondrous orange leaves and lovely sky-scraping trees could never escape her mind.
One day she finally asked her mother, "Just one day mama, even if so you came with me, could I please visit the woods? Just once." Her stern tone replied with, "Why would you even think of such a thing? You know my answer. Do not persist, my child." Caroline did not hesitate, "Why, mama?" "I will contain my anger from you, my child, because you must know it is only for your protection." Caroline was even more entranced with the magical land behind her house. She knew it was sinful but the mysterious woods warped her mind beyond her control.
One day, when her mother was off at the open market Caroline decided to finally take a walk into her dream. She would finally discover the rest of her home. She set off into the east side, taking her strides slowly only to truly take in all there was to see. The sunlight purely shown through the leaves giving her a shadow that she followed. The old trees were solid and strong as she slid her hands along the trunks. Her nose filled with pine and oak and infused her with happiness as she realized she was doing as she pleased, she was taking her journey through her woods. Caroline continued walked along a deserted path, but a path none the less. She caught her self wondering why her mother was so against such a wonderful place. She spotted a glistening subject farther up the path. She finally came up to a wonderful pond. Caroline had never seen such a thing before. Her mother did not allow her to leave the house unless she was accompanying her. Caroline continued to soak up the beautiful heat of the sun on her back and appreciated this moment of independence she had that she knew wouold only soon end. Caroline squatted down to take a look into the glistening water. As she searched for creatures of some sort, she realized she could not escape a figure staring back at her. Caroline began touching her face with both startled hands as she stared at the figure in the pond. Caroline realized she was staring at Caroline. She screamed with horror as she looked at her own face for the first time. Furious, she splashed the figure away with one hand but then waited patiently as her reflection came back again. Glorious, long brown hair appeared over shoulders, framing a stunning face with piercing eyes of blue that only rightfully stared right back at Caroline. She was beautiful. A tear ran down her face as she whispered, "Why, mama?"
One day she finally asked her mother, "Just one day mama, even if so you came with me, could I please visit the woods? Just once." Her stern tone replied with, "Why would you even think of such a thing? You know my answer. Do not persist, my child." Caroline did not hesitate, "Why, mama?" "I will contain my anger from you, my child, because you must know it is only for your protection." Caroline was even more entranced with the magical land behind her house. She knew it was sinful but the mysterious woods warped her mind beyond her control.
One day, when her mother was off at the open market Caroline decided to finally take a walk into her dream. She would finally discover the rest of her home. She set off into the east side, taking her strides slowly only to truly take in all there was to see. The sunlight purely shown through the leaves giving her a shadow that she followed. The old trees were solid and strong as she slid her hands along the trunks. Her nose filled with pine and oak and infused her with happiness as she realized she was doing as she pleased, she was taking her journey through her woods. Caroline continued walked along a deserted path, but a path none the less. She caught her self wondering why her mother was so against such a wonderful place. She spotted a glistening subject farther up the path. She finally came up to a wonderful pond. Caroline had never seen such a thing before. Her mother did not allow her to leave the house unless she was accompanying her. Caroline continued to soak up the beautiful heat of the sun on her back and appreciated this moment of independence she had that she knew wouold only soon end. Caroline squatted down to take a look into the glistening water. As she searched for creatures of some sort, she realized she could not escape a figure staring back at her. Caroline began touching her face with both startled hands as she stared at the figure in the pond. Caroline realized she was staring at Caroline. She screamed with horror as she looked at her own face for the first time. Furious, she splashed the figure away with one hand but then waited patiently as her reflection came back again. Glorious, long brown hair appeared over shoulders, framing a stunning face with piercing eyes of blue that only rightfully stared right back at Caroline. She was beautiful. A tear ran down her face as she whispered, "Why, mama?"
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Forever Happy
The words he says leave me without words.
The breath he breathes leaves me breathless.
The sappy poem is driving me fucking insane already?
What about you? Are you dying from the overwhelming sappiness? Yeah, me too and that is why this "poem" just became a FREE WRITE YAY!! I guess I could go on saying how I love my boyfriend but I bet everyone already knows that and I try to keep my writing from consisting of such personal matters like my love life. I like observing and judging other people's love lives and then pouring their hearts out on paper through my words. Of course, it is easier said then done. It is funny though, because right now, as I type this utter honesty on this confusing blog for the creative writing world to see, I realize that I do not know any of you at all. And none of you know me personally at all and that is quite thrilling. And I hope my pieces thrill you. That is why I have such passion for writing, you know? I get so exciting to thrill or touch people with my words. I want to affect people with my pieces. Gosh I think I could do it forever and then I realize I am majoring in Journalism so maybe I really could do this forever. Maybe I could be in Los Angeles drinking my bubble tea and just write... forever.
The breath he breathes leaves me breathless.
The sappy poem is driving me fucking insane already?
What about you? Are you dying from the overwhelming sappiness? Yeah, me too and that is why this "poem" just became a FREE WRITE YAY!! I guess I could go on saying how I love my boyfriend but I bet everyone already knows that and I try to keep my writing from consisting of such personal matters like my love life. I like observing and judging other people's love lives and then pouring their hearts out on paper through my words. Of course, it is easier said then done. It is funny though, because right now, as I type this utter honesty on this confusing blog for the creative writing world to see, I realize that I do not know any of you at all. And none of you know me personally at all and that is quite thrilling. And I hope my pieces thrill you. That is why I have such passion for writing, you know? I get so exciting to thrill or touch people with my words. I want to affect people with my pieces. Gosh I think I could do it forever and then I realize I am majoring in Journalism so maybe I really could do this forever. Maybe I could be in Los Angeles drinking my bubble tea and just write... forever.
Free Write
A stream of consciousness is a river below the holy ground; a sea of unexplainable wonders or maybe a stream of consciousness is just the only way to truly spill the pits from a part of the brain that should never be touched.
Here's mine-
My mom is illogical and has the attention span of a young squirrel, the movie I am watching is unrealistic but I cannot stop watching it. The movie is located in L.A. Have you ever wanted to be somewhere, somewhere else so bad that you can smell it sometimes, maybe even feel it? I want to be in Los Angeles so bad I could cry and this movie where this size zero blonde has two lovers is just pissing me off but, for the life of me, I cannot stop watching it.
Do men understand that there overly-styled mustaches are not only unattractive, but hard to even put your eyes on? I wonder if they wake up every morning, take a long, hard look in the mirror, pick up a comb and smile as they start stroking the delicate hairs of their upper lip with the plastic bristles. I wonder if stylish/hipster facial hair is required when you join a motorcycle gang. I bet Mr. Hays knows.
More than anything, I wonder if I will find normal people, actual people that live their lives happily without irrational mind sets or ones that do not consume so many pills to covers up actualities. Maybe UNT will open doors for me mentally, so I can finally relate to the people around me. Maybe not. I really hate when I set expectations for myself that I believe are a possibility for myself but then I let myself down by not reaching them. Obviously not reaching goals other people set for you is disappointed as it is, but not reaching a goal you set for yourself seems simply pathetic. Sometimes I find myself pretty pathetic and lost or alone and angry and irrational or illogical and just like my mother and that really sucks.
Here's mine-
My mom is illogical and has the attention span of a young squirrel, the movie I am watching is unrealistic but I cannot stop watching it. The movie is located in L.A. Have you ever wanted to be somewhere, somewhere else so bad that you can smell it sometimes, maybe even feel it? I want to be in Los Angeles so bad I could cry and this movie where this size zero blonde has two lovers is just pissing me off but, for the life of me, I cannot stop watching it.
Do men understand that there overly-styled mustaches are not only unattractive, but hard to even put your eyes on? I wonder if they wake up every morning, take a long, hard look in the mirror, pick up a comb and smile as they start stroking the delicate hairs of their upper lip with the plastic bristles. I wonder if stylish/hipster facial hair is required when you join a motorcycle gang. I bet Mr. Hays knows.
More than anything, I wonder if I will find normal people, actual people that live their lives happily without irrational mind sets or ones that do not consume so many pills to covers up actualities. Maybe UNT will open doors for me mentally, so I can finally relate to the people around me. Maybe not. I really hate when I set expectations for myself that I believe are a possibility for myself but then I let myself down by not reaching them. Obviously not reaching goals other people set for you is disappointed as it is, but not reaching a goal you set for yourself seems simply pathetic. Sometimes I find myself pretty pathetic and lost or alone and angry and irrational or illogical and just like my mother and that really sucks.
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