Aspiring writer. Thanks to everyone who reposts/likes my writings or follows me. Currently writing a temporarily titled book, Rules, various poems, and other miscellany. What else is there to know? Feel free to critique my writings!
At the end of a rainbow. There is no pot of gold. At the end of a shoelace. Its name is never told. They say that south is below. But that would make it hell. These lies, fakes, and hidden truths.
He was my horizon. Or my sea. Or where the two meet and are undistinguishable. Something seemingly infinite. Something seemingly perfect..
Out on a porch. Was a girl. She sat. And she watched the world. She saw things she could not explain. And heard things she'd rather not retain. But there she sat. All by herself. And finally found.
One day I retraced my steps. I ran into an eagle head. He spoke wise words of gods and homes. And civilizations akin to Rome. I learned what I could but forgot a lot.
I won't be posting any chapters from Rules for a while due to major revisions (like plot changing revisions) but no worries because they will eventually be up!.
Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~ The other day I went over to my grandmother's house. I wish she was this really smart, wise old lady that gave me advice and helped dye my hair.
Be with me always Though always you'll not Just promise me promises That will soon be forgot Call it what you want Call it heartbreak Or stupidity I know anyway That nothing has consistency.
Heels are feels that might make me kneel Down on the floor Or around on the ground You expect me to wear them. With makeup to fake up What use to be natural sounds.
They have stifled creativity. They have put me in a box. They have expected me to know. But never to unlock. Yet they wonder why I'm "stupid". They wonder why I don't care.
Ruin has greatly captured my soul. I have discovered my heart is not whole. One can turn to many. With nothing to prevail. Ships can move from harbors. But only with its sails.
Be it what it will. Be it what it may. Be it what the snotty nosed always say. Be it what it is. Be it what it might. Be it what your mom says in the night. Be it what it was. Be it what it knew.
Lucky One Lucky One Show me the stars From where I stand They're just too far Lucky One Lucky One Tell me my name I've forgotten After all this pain Lucky One Lucky One Whisper sweet words Because...
Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a story that literally has no climax or resolution. Because that's the way my life is and this is about my life.
Battle hears what battle cries Of death and sadness by its side Raise the blinds Feel the shine 'Cause darkness can come anytime.
Once upon a time an image was captured. Of mindshatteringly boring adapters. They ate their food and went to sleep. Woke in the morn to push the repeat. The next day I realized they were me.
What is sin. Can you describe it. Rules the Bible tells. Can I make love in the moonlight. Or will that send me down to hell.
I wave my wand I take a stance I try to follow Love's right hand But I'm not balanced I can't fly I am angry At Love's lies.
The Sirens called me to the Sea. Where one side is Black and the other, Green. Waves roll in and out at a rhythmic pace. Shed the promises of Prediction, Health, and being Safe.
The tune is set A widow weeps Dawn never comes The ghosts still reap A day has passed My soul is scarce I sold it for a price unfair.