Just checkin in

Gotta say, love how this blog is taking off.  Really appreciate the inclusion of pics etc.  Now what we need is to expand it even further.  Here is my challenge...Make a commitment to comment on at least 1 post every week and try to get at least one new person to join the blog community here.  Lets make this thing something really special.  Again, appreciate all the great writing and creativity going on.

Once upon a time, One thought themselves smarter then the creator.

(And in this case Kase, I think that judgment is very true. Hahahahahaha:)


P.S. "The Blog could use a little nudity."

Despair

All that is left is ash,

Drifting through the harsh winter air

What used to be a home, what used to be hope

Was nothing but black

When the flames flew up, the love came crumbling down

Nothing stood, nothing moved.

The fire was gone, but the stories will forever remain.

What they once had, what they thought they would forever have

Was gone.

Kites

Soaring below the clouds

gliding with the wind...

Attached to string,

pulled down by greedy hands;

crushing any hope of freedom.

I wish was the wind,

Or perhaps the sea.

Not trapped in this

Human body.

I want to be free

From the thin outline

Of the shadow

That follows me.

Short poems seem to be the theme for spring break, so I'm jumping on the bandwagon. Open to plenty of suggestion and expansion though!

The Darkest of Nightmares

Thin, intertwining chains,

blacker than obsidian

or the darkest of nightmares,

wrapped around a rigid

yet weary creature,

with enough room to move freely

but not room enough to be free.

dear doubt, dear assurance

"Art is over-rated.”
“How could you say that?!"
“I bet even Davinci thought art was dead at one point.”
“Oh, you’re just in a slump.”
“No, I think we need something new.”
“Like what, my dear doubt?”
“I don’t know, my dear self-assurance, something that puts meaning to survival again.”


(and this is totally unrelated, but can we have the reaction buttons on the other blog, too?)

Despair

I threw away my heart today. I ruthlessly chucked it into a dirty, rat-infested dumpster. I watched it crack and crumble with tears drying on my face. I saw it tumble into a puzzle, waiting for me to put it back together. I snatched up the pieces and shoved them into my pocket. They fell endlessly past lint, forgotten candy wrappers and loose change, into the chasm of the lost. The pieces fell into the deepest darkest corner, and then cowered there like a beaten dog. They clanked together in my pocket, crying out a song of agony and reminding me, I once cared. My brain was one of survival and knew not to let that awful thing into my chest again. But the pieces still jingle a loose change song as I walk down the halls.

(this is the paragraph I'm basing my Call Of the Wild story off of, so tell me what you think?)

Young Love

It was during the annual Demon Parade, when he'd finally been able to meet her. This year was unusual since a human appeared just as the parade had reached the destination spot. He was lucky enough to be at the front of the group surrounding the outsider. Lucky, because she had appeared just as the man was to be eaten. This was his chance to meet her. She was a very pretty cat spirit, and by the looks of her standing up for the human, kind too. This time for sure he would get to approach her. It wouldn't end up like before, when he'd been to nervous to call out. He usually wasn't so shy. In fact, he was a fairly outgoing kitsune. He had friends, though he hadn't told anyone about the cat girl. He was a witty and adventurous fox. But she never noticed him as she flitted by the tree he sat in. Now, as the human left, he walked slowly up behind her. She was still waving goodbye. He tapped her shoulder, causing her to turn quickly and nearly crash into him. Their ears brushed together. She was so close... "A fox and a cat, it'll never work!" he thought, even as he stared at her. Suddenly she smiled and tilted her head the way girls do. He jumped three feet back, bright red and tail bristling in surprise. She laughed at him. With her paw over her mouth. She must think he's such an idiot fox. "Do you think I'm weird?" he asked. She giggled again, "No, I don't."

Alright, so this is most first prose in a long time. I usually only write verse, stories always being to hard. So.. Bear with me.

Enjoy!!

Wide Waters

Sand sifts through my toes

while seagulls squawk

searching for surfacing fish,

along the east coast,

just shy of Canada.

The waves spread out across the land

and the sails swim along the windy shore.

The sky is luminous with deep orange rays;

the last glimpse of baby blue disappears,

stretching for what seems like forever.

Within the depths of the big blue life is abundant,

bathing in nutrients.

Scales shimmer in the moonlight,

while half the world is awakened,

by the copious sunrise rays.

Once upon a time there was a man with a green coat that no one understood. They blamed him for the wrong doings of his slave master, and for his crimes, he did pay.

(hahahahaha kase! I posted this so I could rub it in your face, and because this story makes me want to cry)

why is it that we can convince ourselves anything? If you believe it, even if you new it was a lie to begin with, you accidentally trick yourself into knowing it to be true, and it is. But why? Why is the truth so easily obscured in layers of thought? Why does it hold so little power in the fight against yourself? And why when you rediscover the truth does it not come as a surprise? And yet you are still stuck between the two. I don't know which is right, I don't know if either are right. How is it right if it is simply your choice, how can you be wrong about your own feelings when they change with each passing moment. How do you know?

Icey eyes.

I sit there, every second of the day,

imagining what it would be like to be happy,

To have warmth pumping through vains,

instead of my heart pumping cold.

If i bled, it would be ice

If i smiled, it would be cruel.

Everyday my heart beats louder and louder.

Irregular like my actions,

Undependable, like my words.

My eyes, they don't crinkle when I smile,

They crinkle when i'm evil.

My lips, they don't twist into a smile,

they smile when I lie.

I Walk One Step After the Other

Leaves fall and the branches are bare

I walk one step after the other

Snow falls and melts away

I walk one step after the other

The sun of spring shines above

I walk one step after the other

Summer breeze blows in, with warmth

I walk one step after the other

The cycle goes on and on

I walk one step after the other

In darkness, in light, in coldness, in warmth

I walk one step after the other

With no distractions and no delay

I walk one step after the other

While everyone eats, and sleeps, and watches

I walk one step after the other

Everyone is the same but I am different because

I walk one step after the other

Not following the crowd but in a different direction

I walk one step after the other

I shall not become what others are

I walk one step after the other

While people are the same, not I

I walk one step after the other

With happiness and joy

I walk one step after the other

To feel, to live, to breath

I walk one step after the other

Drawn to the Shadows

Tired of looking intent

when I listen.

Tired of hesitating

when I can answer instantaneously.

Tired of hiding

when I want to be noticed.

Tired of saying nothing

when I have loud thoughts.

Tired of staring at the blazing sun

when I'm drawn to the shadows.

Tired of following everyone else

when I'm going the other way.

Tired of seeming lost

when I've been on the path the whole time.

Tired of being fake

when I can be myself.

Time Can Wait

I believe

I've found that Place

Where everything

Fits together.

I by no means

Think that I've found

Everything,

That I'm done.

I do know

That there's satisfaction

In finally ending

And finding more.

Everyone must eventually

Reach the Place-

They may resist,

But Time can wait.

There is a trick to finding

The Place;

It cannot be taught,

Only learned.

Learned from misleading paths,

Learned from misgiven directions.

Learned from shadows lurking

On well-known street corners.

Learned from watching the sun

Be devoured-

From the last rays of light,

From true darkness.

Teil

Title is pronounced like the color teal. This is just something that tumbled out of my head and happened to fit into verse. Feel free to try to make sense of it. ^^;

My cheeks,

So rosy with blood.

If you'd taken

A knife to the flesh,

I'd have bled dry.

But I still haven't asked

My most important question...

I feel that I

Am very much alone.

Someday, but just for now

Someday, we'll have everything figured out Someday, we will say goodbye to everything we ever had Someday, we will figure this out Someday, we'll see everything we missed Someday, we will run away from what we love most Someday, we'll know everything will get better Someday, we'll be together forever Someday, we'll go our seperate ways Someday, we'll live in fear Someday, we'll see just how happy we are together Someday, we will start all over But for now, let's think about today

One step closer to nowhere

For the longest time
it was me and the fog.
My two feet
paving the path,
finding the trail,
leading me on,
into the abyss.

For the longest time
it was me and my heart.
My inner instinct
mapping the march,
searching for hope,
praying for light,
within the darkness.

Then I found it,
the stream of light
falling from the sky.
But when I reached inside
I discovered
reality.

Rainbows are cold.