Wednesday, 15 June 2011

You Are Human

You are human. Bones and heart and flesh and spirit. Our souls have travelled the same road, though throughout the courses of our life we have both drifted.  However our hearts both beat like the hummingbird nestled protectively in the hollow of our chests. We are one you and I. I could shoot you no more than I could deprive the hummingbird of its song. My arm achingly reaches out to embrace you as though you are my brother departed. I know you and though my core wants to tear, bite, kill something deeper still; an ancient echoed memory imprinted within, seeks to touch your face. For I know my love for you my brother will conquer this cankering parasite which is not so deep inside me but merely an imposter. I sense it has been there, not since the first dawn but since the eclipse. When my blood is spilled it shines as red as the gaudiest ruby and so does yours, for this I lay my arrow down. For this the chains which hold me to authority crumble to the finest powder, it’s colour as black as their lies, it’s texture like sand; once stone like and restrictive but breakable. They once told me it was your face that was the black one, the colour of death and sin. They lied, you are beautiful.

Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Saying No

This is a short story that I wrote for health class about saying no to alcohol, drugs, and cigarettes. We had an assignment to explain what we would do if someone offered us one of these things, and I chose to write a short story. This, I think anyways, still needs some editing, but if you guys could give me as many suggestions as possible, that would be great. It could only be one page, so that is why it is so short. Enjoy!

“That was so much fun!” I said as I exited the dance. The dance ended, and I was walking out with my friend Paige. People were all over the place, and it was hard to see past everyone.

“I agree!” Paige said as she pulled her messy ponytail out and put it back in. I couldn’t see my parents anywhere.

“Oh, there is my mom. See you on Monday!” Paige ran off to her mother, who was across the street.

I was getting nervous that my parents had forgotten to pick me up, so I walked around to the back of the building to call my parents. To my surprise, I saw my best friend, Hope. She wasn’t alone; she was with another girl and two other guys.

“Oh. H-h-h-hello S-s-s-Sophia!” Hope said, her voice slurring when she talked. I saw a case of beer sitting at the base of the building, and I could tell that Hope had been drinking. One of the guys had pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket, and was now lighting it.

“Um…hi, Hope. Um, are these your friends?” I asked her. I was hoping that she would be smarter than to be hanging out with these people.

“Y-y-yes. This is S-s-s-Skylar,” Hope said, sloppily pointing to the girl with long blonde hair, who had a beer bottle in her hand. “This is C-c-Clayton,” she said, pointing to a tall guy with jet black hair who was the one that lit the cigarette. “And this is F-f-f-Fernando,” said, pointing to the last boy with bright red hair, who was sitting at the base of a tree with empty beer bottles surrounding him.

I was nervous around these kinds of people, so I said nothing. I think Hope got the idea.

“D-d-do you want some b-b-beer? We also have c-c-cigarettes and d-d-d-drugs.” Hope asked, pulling out a bottle of beer out of the case. “Clayton, get S-s-s-Sophia a cigarette!”

“Hope, I don’t want any. I’m not interested,” I was getting nervous that she was going to force me into drinking or smoking.

“It’s c-c-cool! I w-w-won’t be your f-f-friend if you don’t d-d-drink or s-s-s-smoke.” Hope said as she just about to fall off her own feet, when nothing had pushed her.

“It’s not cool!” I snapped at her, “People die from this stuff! 100,000 people die from alcohol abuse every year! 3 million people die each year from illegal drugs, and tobacco use will kill 1 billion people in the 21st century if current smoking trends continue! If you keep doing this, you could get addicted and never be able to stop drinking or smoking! Do you still think it’s cool?”

I stood there for a couple more seconds, to see if they would say anything. Of course, all four of them were quiet. I walked away, called my parents and went home. I was never going to turn into the person that Hope had turned into.

Heartbeat Of A Song

Feel the pulse?
The notes come to life
they flow through the air
Music saving some from an endless strife
going on without any a care
Pulsing strong
Slow or fast goes
the masterpiece of a melody
The music just knows
to leave you singing breathlessly
Can you hear the pulse?
Smile bright as the sun, or
tears flowing like a creek
Music has the ability to restore
and talks for you when you cannot speak
The pulse goes on forever
The soul of the music
goes on, endlessly long
Never stops and never sticks
It's the beauty, the heartbeat of the song
~ Bailey (CobyCoyle)

(Just decided to put this up here, I mean it's already on my Writer's Cafe but why not share it on Blogger and such? I wrote this ^^""")

Monday, 13 June 2011

Love Never Wins

Inside everyone
Lies a crippling

But farther down is an ability
Than any
But unreachable to most.

A compilation
Of a lifetime
Of observing,
To create our infinite capacity
For the most powerful love.

Only able to reach out
Unable to defend.
By the endless
We thrive on.

A bunch of little poems

I'm feeling very poetic today, but these are all too short to be in separate posts.

An unbreakable cycle of trust
And enviable loyalty
Infinite confidence
And undeniable beauty
You prove a shadowless heart
Is outside the light.
For all the lies that gather interest
All the stories you have told
All I hear is desperation
And a heartbreaking
Need for identity.
Love became industrialized
The expectation
The trust.
Through plastic emotion
Lies an honesty
Lost in a simplistic
Where prejudice
Is diversity.
Undeniably oppressive
With distorted
Trapped in the mindset
Of the undeserved
Barely able to renew
My hope.

Another quick poem

In your societal sense
I've earned no independence.

But in my moral sense
I radiate innocence.
Good intentions
That often
Go wrong.

Quick Poem

This is actually a few verses of a song I wrote, so it seems kind of weird to me in poem form.

It's little more
Than a simple story
Used as proof
To distinguish my support
Of you.

Those words,
Those weapons,
That they use
To hurt me,
Under the impression
That I actually care.

My secret.
It's mine to tell.
I flutter around,
Searching your eyes
For a hint of

Now that you're
I will soon

I Guess

I guess all people aren't created equally
You always were stronger than me
Nothing could ever break you
When I cracked and fell to pieces,
Your mortar held, sound.
I was made of weakness
Wax and string, crumbling clay.
You were the solid stone,
The brick fortress.
Winds battered us, crushing and swirling.
Though I flew away, my fingers slipping and losing their grip,
You held tight, so simply.
So strong.
I lost everything
You always managed to stay.
I guess all people aren't created equally.


The Rain is Like You

The first verse of this was written when I was 12, but I added more to it the other day

My only purpose for waking up today
Was to sit and watch the falling rain
Then when its decides to go away
My love for it will still remain

When I see it falling fast
I remember those times that quickly passed
Me and you were always together
Surely we could’ve been forever?

The sunshine never cuts it for me
All those times I just wish I could see
Something falling from the beautiful sky
The only thing that can make me cry

The lightning and thunder is like a race
Just as beautiful as your sweet face
Its like a fight that will never be won
In the same way we were early on

My only purpose for waking up today
Was to sit and watch the falling rain
Then when it decides to go away
My love for you will still remain

"Molly Grace"

I originally wrote this when I was 10 years old, but I edited a few lines (about 5 of them) and removed some lines the other day. 

It all happened over 100 years ago
Little Molly Grace did not know
What was to happen on that fateful night
And why she would refuse to fight
In that dark alley, in 1876
There was bound to be a few terrible conflicts

As darkness grew closer she knew for a start
Her family would begin to grow apart
She started to suddenly shake and shiver
But it wasn't the cold that made her quiver

Those young lads of about 16 or more
Enjoyed using the alley to hunt down the poor
Molly Grace got onto her already scraped knees
Realised eventually her weak body would freeze
So she lay there, too scared to move
All the evil thoughts in her head she tried to remove

Eventually after what seemed like hours
Two of the boys jumped off the nearby towers
They came to their side, introduced them to her
And evil Thomas and James began to confer

However, little Molly Grace did not realise
That on this night she had no allies
No one was coming to rescue her
And suddenly the alley became a blur

Molly Grace felt a stinging in her ribs
Started to wish she hadn't told those fibs
That where she was going would be safe
And she wouldn't be seen as a little waif

After seconds she couldn't think
Molly Grace's life was on the brink
Suddenly, her young mind just went blank
Thomas and James don't need to be thanked

That next morning much to her parent's dismay
Molly Grace's face appeared a pale grey
The police took her in and sent word around
That Molly Grace had been surely found

-- Katie.

Just a quick rhyming couplet :)

Fire fire burning bright
Set my seething soul alight



Hey everyone, this is a poem i entered in for a competition this week.  It can be interperated in a hundred different ways and applied to 1000 different human experiences which is why i like it. Enjoy!

blank and unmoving are the pale chalk silhouettes

their encrusted sockets roll and fill my heart with repulsion

all is silent though my screams fill the air
blackness is stifling me now
he is pressing on my chest and my strangled cries are heard by no one
no one is here with me no one can awaken me
only he lingers
he has no earthly weight but I feel him upon me
when under ether my mind comes alive
i can taste every icy flame passing through me
now my eyes have adapted to the his
now mine have blushed scarlet as well
now the iron clad manacles that held me are mere caresses dancing unconstrainably across my skin
before i wake i laugh as i die
as he decreases i am heavy with the weight
i am her once again a creature of no hurt and no insight
i seek the fog that brings red demon like pain and i shy from the relief that brings me emptiness
i drown in an ocean of silence choking on my sorrows
aimlessly and lifelessly I am flung
life is choking me and salty reason consumes my lungs
as my temple aches and my eyes solidify once more i feel lost without him
what makes me feel more than that which is mere smoke and surface cuts me open
what gives me life chains me and mutilates my lungs


Sunday, 12 June 2011

Brink of Fantasy

Looks like I'm first. Wish me luck.

A life
in the image of
well-rounded and socialized
provides an interesting collision 
with a mind
in fantastic

They dwell on the brink
of pure
in a world of simple

Break a leg, guys!