In kindergaten
we were already
training to be adults.
We prepared for first grade.
In first grade, we got homework
to prepare us for second and third grade,
which prepared us for
fourth grade when we'd
begin to get strange feelings.
Then in fifth grade the teachers
told us to work hard because in
middle school things were for real
and we wanted to be older so
we dyed our hair without bleaching
it because our parents wouldn't let us.
It looked bad.
In middle school we did our
makeup wrong and everyone looked
bigger and older so we tried
to be taller and pretended
we knew things when we didn't.
Then in eighth grade they told
us our grad
In kindergaten
we were already
training to be adults.
We prepared for first grade.
In first grade, we got homework
to prepare us for second and third grade,
which prepared us for
fourth grade when we'd
begin to get strange feelings.
Then in fifth grade the teachers
told us to work hard because in
middle school things were for real
and we wanted to be older so
we dyed our hair without bleaching
it because our parents wouldn't let us.
It looked bad.
In middle school we did our
makeup wrong and everyone looked
bigger and older so we tried
to be taller and pretended
we knew things when we didn't.
Then in eighth grade they told
us our grad
Genesis: a single spark
The catalyst, something primal
A hot rain that blankets everything--
The clouds' tears spill into the night
Newborn, seeking refuge in the
Embrace of the leaves and soil
But instead are met with plastic
Umbrellas, raincoats, garbage bags
A traditional afterthought. The people,
Stumbling through their schedules,
Find lost memories drowning in alcohol,
Forgotten futures burning in their cigarettes,
The prospects of a new life just nine months away.
Yet as I traverse this weathered terrain,
A soft snow falls, obscuring those
Faces of pain, desire, hope--
Brushed away by the wind,
Bringing silence
To these
First, the gentle tremolo of crying breaths
Then tears fall, a last defense
And the cold rises, lapping at every inch of skin--
Life drains through my toes
Seeping out the cracks
For once the pain subsides
Torn apart by the shards of glass
Flying out the window
And crashing on the ground below.
It is warm and welcoming
And this body is weary
And it's easy
To sink
La luz del alma by lonelysoulsearching, literature
Literature
La luz del alma
La luz del alma brilló,
Desde la luna
Un voz, apremiante y dulce, susurró mediante la noche
La paz, interrumpido solo por el sonido de un gato
Todo el mundo ha olvidado este lugar, enterrado debajo la lucha de vivir
Nadie la recuerda
Ella, el corazón de la ciudad
Nuestra historia
Caído a mierda
Y besado por la lluvia
Lately I have been feeling like I have nothing to say.
Does anyone know how this feels like? It puts a damper on my writing, as well as making me feel bored/boring. Also, what little I do have to say revolves around complaining or opinionated things, making me feel like a grouch. *sigh* Please tell me I am not alone.
Now for something completely different (..... the larch). Okay, sorry. Reference to Monty Python. Couldn't resist. ;) My jewelry class has ended so I won't be posting silver jewelry for a long time.... unless I can figure out how to photograph rings... any ideas?
I am in a major writer's block. For some reason, the #Live-Love-Write prompts always let me write freely and not too terribly. They always end up with the same style. Hopefully it will pass because I miss my POETRY :( (Incredible sad face).
Also, I am taking a drawing class so maybe I will post some of that.
The only thing we have done yet is blind contour (where you don't look at the paper, essentially) and it mostly looks like scribbles.
Hopefully I will have more than scribbles by the end of the class.
[x] the dark
[x] what could be in the dark
[ ] staying single forever
[ ] being a parent
[x] giving birth
[ ] being myself in front of others
[ ] open spaces
[ ] closed spaces
[x] heights
[ ] dogs
[ ] birds
[ ] fish
[x] spiders
[ ] flowers or other plants
Total So far: 5
[ ] being touched
[x] fire
[x] deep water
[ ] snakes
[ ] silk
[ ] the ocean
[ ] failure
[ ] success
[ ] thunder/lightning
[ ] frogs/toads
[ ] my boyfriends dad
[ ] boyfriends mom
[x] rats
[x] jumping from high places
[ ] snow
Total so far: 4
[ ] rain
[ ] wind
[x] crossing hanging bridges
[x] death
[x] heaven
[x] being robbed
[x] falling
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I totally didn't look for you on Adele's thing just because you mentioned it in art today. I was definitely not all "hey more people I know online I should look them up for no good reason." Definitely.