Mining 'Might Have Been's by Keladry1618, literature
Literature
Mining 'Might Have Been's
Mining the "Might Have Been"s
I watch your face,
Aglow with the elation of loving her.
In the webcam view I marvel at you,
Your lips ever so slightly upturned,
Your eyes creased,
The essence of your joy engraved in the crinkles of your grin.
Your delight radiates from within.
And although I know
That glowing halo is because youre backlit in your room,
Your glee permeates the gloom until you shine.
God I wish you were mine.
Fingers flying over the key board I
Tip tap type my observation
Because you need to know
You look so happy right now.
I can only assume it was something she said
Becaus
Someday
I'm just going to fly away
I don't plan on letting anybody know
Just going to go
And leave this all to yesterday.
Some things I can not change
And they won't stay quietly hid.
The way I wish I hadn't done the things I did still haunts me.
That's not me.
The person in the past
At last I'm going to fly free
And just you dare to try and stop me
If I cannont hide I'll run.
Escape the one thing done
Which may have been letting the moments slip by.
But I'll be high above and it won't matter anymore.
Gonna sore
And just you try and stop me.
My wing spans far to great for you to grasp,
to hold,
My wings are tipped with go
As little girls we giggle over fictional men,
The kind we still believe in at the clueless age of ten,
But as we grow we wisen up.
Plug our imaginations.
Our creations of great gallant deeds,
Of noble men on great bold steeds,
Shatter on realitys sharp rocks.
We become cynical and mocking,
So its shocking.
Youre jaw dropping,
Can you blame me if this fairy tale has knocked me off my feet?
Cause to this little girl, youre as perfect as they come.
And perhaps its my perception; Im just smitten with youre all,
But despite your flaws I see you as complete.
You make me want to curl up in a b
Wind
In a penthouse balcony under the stars in a city called LA
It blows through my hair, it blows through my heart, and it carries the force of you name
But youre eternities away.
It took 3 hours.
3 hours to cross an abyss that seems to separate these worlds
This sleek and shiny land of glam, and the city I call home.
Home where you are.
3 hours floating through the sky
Through rosy tinted cotton balls
Through thin and golden empty space.
3 hours, and all that keeps us up is the wind.
The ambient rustle and whistle corrupted, the traffic cacophony going by
The florescent glow of city light almost masking the lights in th
What you miss while you Stare by Keladry1618, literature
Literature
What you miss while you Stare
Theres no one in the hall,
But I expect to hear the bell,
I need to know the time,
Is there time to take the time to ask the time?
Rewind, I see you outside your class,
I walk up about to ask if you know the time
When I notice that youre staring at my chest.
Is anyone tired of living in a
World where youre just another girl
Who they pass on the street,
Just another piece of meat
To be objectified,
Undignified, they way they simply stare!
And then thats if you meet standards,
If you pass inspection code
And if you dont then they wont take the time
To give the time of day.
It
Juliet said:
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, that sees into the bottom of my grief
Hoping for a greater force to provide her some relief
And Ive been listening to the skies for a long time
But havent yet heard the voice to provide me with the answers
Im divided in my mind, pondering my options.
Is it better just to think that theres nothing there but clouds
Or that some eternal force but its choosing to ignore me now.
Now when I dont know where to go
What to choose
When theres so much I could loose.
And if I dont know where Im going how am I supposed to get there
And i
So many messages I cannot read
Exist between the pages of your mind.
The words are blurred and difficult too see
They fade before me as if I were blind.
The carefully coded script remains unread
As basic learning one does not forget
Is missing from the archives in my head
It's as though I've forgot the alphabet
Am I supposed to know this garbled talk?
These syllables that sound so strange to me?
Or are they simply meant to make a mock
Of my naïve and blatant idiocy?
Is understanding love beyond my wit?
Why is it I feel so illiterate?
I trip, my heart begins to race
I look behind to see you face
Before I fall your reach your hand
And steady me so I can stand
It's just a tiny brush of skin
But a burst of warmth flows from within
You smile at me and then walk by
Blind to the the fireworks inside
Your smooth hand stops my fall
And I feel safe at once
But it can't stop it all
I'm still falling in love
And you don't know what you do to me
The energy that runs through me
The spot of warmth where your hand touched
Will never stop glowing
And I'll never stop knowing
You don't know what you do to me
I'm distracted by the memory
I shiver uncontrollably
The shock
When words fail
When memory floods your mind and thoughts prevail.
It's in your head but try as you might
You can't say the things you need to say.
You know how you feel but forget how to speak.
When there's nothing you can do
But sit and wonder where you went
Where the person in the photograph has gone and why she's now alone
Instead of with the ones who seemed to love her
Those crowded round
Smiling proud
Just to be with her
The people who you loved
Who made choices you don't understand
Life changes so fast
You don't see it coming
Till its down around your ears
And the dust mixes with your tears
As they stream down your
Beneath the Starry Carpet by Keladry1618, literature
Literature
Beneath the Starry Carpet
Night beneath bright dusty carpet
Night beneath bright dusty carpet
Starry sky littered white the dark
Starry sky littered white the dark
Beneath the starry carpet bright
Dark night sky littered dusty white
Leaves whistle through the air above
Leaves whistle through the air above
From the gently swaying trees
From the gently swaying trees
Air swaying through the leaves
Gently whistle from above the trees
Like a beacon shines the crescent moon
Like a beacon shines the crescent moon
Veiled here and there by breeze blown cloud
Veiled here and there by breeze blown cloud
And here like a crescent cloud breeze blown
There shine
Lying outside on the soft fleshy grass
Tiny pebbles, a pressure on the small of my back
The night sky black and littered with stars
The crescent moon cut in half by the breeze blown power lines
I stretch out my arms in the cool night air
The world, rippling around me and blurring what's real
The fight between peace and chaos is tangible
The street lights' glow casting deep contrasting shadow
A gentle gust ruffles my hair
Leaves at the edge of my vision stir
All is quiet save the tick of my watch
And the gentle melody playing in my head
The night is a mirror, reflecting my thoughts
The music, accompaniment to my contemplations
Th
We sway back and forth
On the dance floor
His arms around my waist
The song winds down
It's the end of our dance
He'll be gone without a trace
But he tilts my chin
Then leans in
And as he pulls me near
Our eyes meet
My legs feel week
I'm filled with excitement and fear
His lips are soft
His hold his firm
A moment in time has stopped
And as it ends
I see my friends
Watching, simply shocked
Then the song is done
And he walks away
His body heat lingers on
I'll never forget
Just how it felt
And how his eyes simply shone
I know his face
I know his hair
His loping stride
When I see him
His bright rising laugh
His deep quiet voice
Penetrates my heart
When I hear him
So hard to understand
So hard to forget
Impossible to ignore
When I'm with him
I sense his presence
Warm is my heart
Like a angel
I can feel him
But of my presence
He's barley aware
How can I show how I feel?
When he's blind
And he's deaf
And he's never around
How do I know that I'm real?
September 11, a tragic day
Made a lifelong change
For thousands of people around the world
Their lives won't be the same
Anger and sorrow, swirling together
A large cloud covering the sun
The battle may rage with all its pain
But this battle of wills won't be won
For we should talk instead of fight
But no, we struck back
All this does is show the world
The self confidence we lack
To make the world a better place
I leave you this Final verse
Two wrongs don't make a right
They only make things worse
In modern day, it's what you pay
That helps you to succeed
Its training and intelligence
That gives a man the lead
To live a life of luxury
You need qualifications
Its years of university
That seals your occupation
And so a man may work and work
And strive to be the best
So driven to be finished
And be able just to rest
While this man may be full of wit
His time will all be spent
In the constant search for the last thing
Sure to make him content
He thinks "The payoff later on
Is worth current despair"
Life's not the destination
It's about getting there
If modern logic should apply
Then tell me how it stands
That he
How can I bare to speak to you at all
When I know very well I'm just a friend?
Just someone who you talk to when you fall
I know it's in my head, it's all pretend
But all that's in my thoughts right now is you;
Although it's clear that I don't stand a chance.
I wasn't watching as my feelings grew
While dreaming of this too unreal romance.
So now I'm stuck with this burning desire
To tell you just exactly how I feel.
I cannot let my hopes get any higher
Lest I believe this passion to be real.
I'm lost in this false infatuation,
Existing of pure imagination.
From the beach chair I was settled in I could see his face, eyes closed, hands folded behind his head, looking completely relaxed. After dinner and drinks on shore, we had walked down to the marina where my dad kept his boat. After retrieving is extra key from its hiding place, we drove out to one of my favorite coves on Bowen Island to watch the sun go down.
I still couldn't get over the fact that Gary Camerons had asked me out. Me, Sarah Daniels. After all those years of never seeing him, he remembered me and thought enough of me to ask me out to dinner.
I had met Gary seven years ago when I was 14 and he was 17. We h
Lets say it take 14 hours to fly to the middle of the Sahara desert. The ride is bumpy, strenuous, and unpleasant. When you get off the plane, all that's there is sand, and the hot sun. It's really not worth the journey. Now, knowing what the dessert would be like, would you have booked the plane tickets? Would you have gotten on that plane, knowing of the ride that lay ahead, and knowing the destination? This is my analogy for life. I am on a long painful ride, going no where except towards death; Old age, pain, and death.
If you knew that when you got off that plane in the desert you would die of starvation, and dehydration,
Mining 'Might Have Been's by Keladry1618, literature
Literature
Mining 'Might Have Been's
Mining the "Might Have Been"s
I watch your face,
Aglow with the elation of loving her.
In the webcam view I marvel at you,
Your lips ever so slightly upturned,
Your eyes creased,
The essence of your joy engraved in the crinkles of your grin.
Your delight radiates from within.
And although I know
That glowing halo is because youre backlit in your room,
Your glee permeates the gloom until you shine.
God I wish you were mine.
Fingers flying over the key board I
Tip tap type my observation
Because you need to know
You look so happy right now.
I can only assume it was something she said
Becaus
Current Residence: Canada, BC, Vancouver... Favourite genre of music: I love it all. "Ah... Music. A magic beyond all we do here." Name the quotes origin?
Favourite Writers
William Shakespeare and Tamora Pierce... many other come to mind, but those are the two I grew up on
Tools of the Trade
Pencil... Pen... Paper... Computer... Microsoft Word... My Imagination...?
Yo.
After half a year I'm still here
In my room,
In the gloom,
With the lights all out
My computer lags as i type
The letters appearing just a second to slow
So I don't know when i make a dumb mistake
I break up the stagnemt filth
Thats biult up on my profile since the last time I touched it
The rust that creeps into the corners of this page, since May 11th 2008.
Past 7 months
I've been on stage
I've been to a new city
I've walked a new line between little girl and sexy lady
I've
Seen some things that I never dreamt to see
And I've
Had some uncomfortable eyes on me
But I've learned allot and grown allot
And know allot I
Well, It's safe to say I havn't been on here in ages.
I just added a few peices I've written since I last signed on here, and I havn't done a journal entry since last April. I was trying to think about what to write when it occured to me to just be level with you (aka probobly just rena) (If I'm wrong and someone else is reading this, please leave any kind of comment, I'm just curious to see whether I'm right or not).
Anyways, what I was going to say if that I hate writing profiles and journal entries online because one never sounds like oneself. I'm always way to worried about what people will think when they read what I've written so I tr
So, Reading past journal entries I realise I come off sounding a little bitter. lol so i figured I should write a new one.
So a pathetic and funny story about me today. I mean I think its funny but we'll see what you think.
I was walking down a hill right beside my school at 3:20 today, right after dismisal. Now, my school is in Kerrisdale which has a bunch of stores and stuff around it, so the plan was for me to go into the local dance store and buy a pair of character schoes for musical theatre, then walk home.
So as I was walking down the hill, thinking about heel hight and shoe size, a car drives by and I hear my name being called.
I