silence.
A movement, A hush, Darkness, silence. The moon, Reaching, Hoping, silence. The gasping, The mumbling, Confusion, silence. The trees, Shielding, A moment, silence. The tongue, Flickering, Tingling, silence. A word, Suspended, Perplexing, silence. Lost, Reflection, Faithful. silence.
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a murmur
of patience, scattered, upon the sea. twisting and morphing calm, and perilous. drifting into the strange, into the light. some may return, from that strange light. accompanied with the stories the memories, of a lifetime. one of misery, one of heaven. yet again, they arise once more. to greet the daylight. to confer, with reality. Purity.
the unadulterated pain , associated with simplicity. the undiluted conscious, of a conqueror. vanquished, by his own mind. an authentic portrayal, of a delirious wanderer, drenched, in a manic betrayal. yet man must first define creation, to call himself Pure. Who’s there?
did you see? Oh, I hope they didn't see Stop staring at my wallpaper there’s nothing for you to see! STOP IT!! don’t look they think i don’t know I DO I DO I REALLY REALLY DO They're trying to lock me up to put me away … i’m not crazy i promise i’m not ... don’t listen to what i said earlier -- that was just Joking that smell! its back that ghastly smell –oozing through out the room i have no tolerances no patience for it I need out John! I was just kidding i only said that because i wanted OUT! Like that Lady - dont you see - who is trapped behind that wallpaper I didn’t want to end up like that trapped, stuck, screaming for help behind that lurid yellow wallpaper Listen as she yells asking for help I only said it because in the room I could feel the yellow skulking seeking in the air. taking up all the space – all the air, like a hungry man eating for the first time DON’T YOU SEE IT! I know you do dont lie to me!! you did you did I know you did Stop looking! please just stop looking I said STOP! there’s nothing in this room for you to see Jenny - you can stop coming by so much you will never find the Lady I won’t let you not even your bat like eyes will help you or your dog ears they will not help you see or hear her you can’t keep me locked up for ever no that won’t work Jenny, John do you see her? Please say you do Stop Staring at me! Maybe you should have listened to me When i told you i wanted no needed help but you could do that NO! it was all about YOU YOU YOU YOU! Why didn’t you listen? I need to get out out out out the window the bed the ceiling the fan why shouldn’t i get out that Lady already did Through all the barbed wire not a scratch on her no. the scratches are on me! Sherlock to thee I love,
One with life And nothing above, Thou relieves my strife. Unto thine deductions, You resolve the tempered felony, Surpassing each obstruction, Within your illustrious ability. None other compare To thine intelligence alone, Without thee I despair And am withered to bone. The thrill of the chase With you I embrace. White.
Torture. White Torture. There was nothing anybody would be able to see, not even the tail lights could be seen. This wasn’t good, that much he knew. And if he didn’t know just by the fact that he could not see out of his windshield, he soon learned when the feeling in his leg went followed by his hand. Cars Honking. The wind Yelling. Pushing against the cars’ windows. He should have bought a new car. He knew that he needed one but he figured that it would be cheaper to wait until the end of the year. A new car would have kept his warm in this heat and he wouldn’t be losing feeling in his body. There it goes, the feeling in his face, this can’t be healthy. ‘I really hope this traffic lets up soon’ he found himself thinking, but he knew it wasn't going to happen, so he looked around the car for something to keep his warm. Even though he already had 3 layers of clothes on. I have made it till the end
Tried not to pretend I have walked up the stairs With wisdom and care But though I'm at the top I still fear That I am not perfect For you my dear I have everything I need Almost everything I want I see everything ahead And maybe everything beyond But though I'm at the top I still fear That I am not perfect For you my dear And when you stare at me My fear enhances even more And though I'm at the top I still fear That I am not perfect For you my dear life's my guilty pleasure
the world is an odd ballroom on which i never dance with happiness i do it mainly because i'm bored the only reason i don't end my mind is that i'm way too drunk on passion to find my conscience, self esteem my innocence at the door. When I look into a mirror
I sometimes ask myself Who am I? I am a daughter a sister and a friend but there is so much more inside of me so much more that no one sees I have memories stored in tiny files they go for inches, yards, even miles Going to Mexico when I was only ten playing with cousins who aren’t only family but friends Memories of smiles, parties, and great food to0 All of these memories in my head are glued I have a style that will never go to bed I have so many opinions crammed inside my head I admit I am a drama queen I say what I feel I believe in gods and goddesses egyptian, greek, and roman monsters, heroes, magic and me in my head there is no such thing as Fantasy I have traditions in my family My dad holds me up too put a star on my christmas tree my grandmother taking me out to tea baking corn souffle with my dad telling my mom about my day these are worth more than I can pay I have hopes and ambitions for everyone to see And ones that are deep deep inside of me I want to be a singer for everyone to hear I want to be an actress one with no fear i want to be a mother one that doesn’t nag or fret i want to be a teacher on that nobody can forget When I answer that question I always feel refreshed I know who i am and what makes me me but there is still so much more inside of me When I look in the mirror
I sometimes ask my reflection Who Am I? I am stronger than I look I am tougher than I feel I am braver than I sound There is so much more inside of me I have memories of…. inside my head Nuala being born Going to Disney World in 2010 Family dinner at night Camp NoMom, the fire light seeing the stars shining bright There is so much more inside of me I have talents and ambitions that nobody can see black belt in Taekwondo I do a lot of sports that are fun for me Like when I run track it’s don’t stop, just go Or soccer when I shoot the ball “Crack, Whoosh” I have a lot of talents I just don’t show I like to learn new things there is so much more inside of me I have family traditions now don’t you see Pizza night every Friday, or going out to eat Big breakfast on Sunday; Pancakes galore; and so much more I have defeats that turn into victories That people can’t see such as, being bullied for just being me passing every midterm getting every belt Yes, there’s much more inside of me I’ve been on vacations to far away lands To Disney World in 2010 a baby Puerto Rico A toddler Ireland This and much more is inside of me So who am I, exactly? I am more than the reflection I see I am stronger than I look I am tougher than I feel I am braver than I sound There’s so much more inside of me I am more than the reflection you see Siobhan Gallagher Egan |
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