fall like ashes into the ocean
as the waves punch the helpless sand
dragging it out to sea.
the salt water covers my bare feet and
attempts to over throw my free spirit.
my heart is weak though, and follows with
the gentle harsh breeze
throwing tossing my
fire hair all around.
I barely ever wear it down,
but today I have.
birds of the sea yell at me, warning
something, the sword hanging above my
the dome-shaped sky has turned against
me the sea. its gray barriers shock the water
sending bright lights over the beach.
God has removed his hand from the
it pulls me from off my feet and
whips my body with its worn hands.
sand paper hands.
is this the end?
dragged off by… such false beauty.
grasp for air
over and over
only feel water
entering my veins
becoming my being
entering from wince I
my paper words
my whole soul
falling like ashes into the ocean.
my body awakes on a distant shore.
your hand pulled me out
from within the storm that I live in.
I dance on sugar sand,
where the waves kiss the shoreline,
and tickle my feet.
and you dance
and I sing for you.
for you saved me from my
dedicated to my first true love, and the hero of my story, my God. Thank you.
Branch out like a tree
But lock your roots in place
Give your words wings
But wrap them around a weight
Melt your frozen heart just
To freeze it again
Change is just the dull pieces of metal
Clinging in your pocket,
Not something you want to experience.
Look in the mirror and see nothing worth
A piece of change.
I open the door only to
See you sitting in lodge
A bunch of dead dudes already
Lying in their graves.
Sorry for this being so late, ugh. Before I start I’d like to thank Samm Sanity for nominating me for this. I appreciate it.
So here I go. I’m guessing most of you know the rules already, but if not. You are supposed to answer questions, then nominate ten other people, and give them a set of questions.
1.) A free day to do whatever. Are you sleeping in or terrorizing the poor unsuspecting humans of the outside world?
Sleeping in. The sunlight burns!!!
2. Favorite song/artist to dance to alone?
Hmm. This is a hard one. For when I’m dancing ballet, I go for “Deathbeds” by Bring Me The Horizon, but for more upbeat dancing I go for 3OH!3. They always make me smile.
3. What one thing makes your day a little bit better?
Hearing a good song on the radio before I go to school. It sets the mood for the whole day.
4. What animal would you want to be for a day and why?
I would like to be a falcon, they have no limits.
5. Favorite movie?
Oh, man. I’d have to say probably Pretty in Pink. I can quote the whole entire movie. I love Molly Ringwald also.
6. If you were a doll/figurine, what sort of doll/figurine would you be?
I would probably be Barbie’s sister Skeeter because she’s more realistic. Plus I know no other brand of doll.
7. What person would you love to meet? Living or dead. Real or fictional. No boundaries here!
I wouldn’t mind meeting a number of people. But I would love to meet the guys from Pierce the Veil. I bet they are super cool in person.
8. You’re famous. Why? What are you famous for?
Hopefully for a book I published. If not that probably YouTube, I do enough stupid stuff in order to be YouTube famous.
9. You have one wish. Make it a good one.
I wish to have unlimited wishes.
10. Favorite book/story?
My favorite book is “Every You, Every Me” by David Levithan. It is a perfect book. (I wouldn’t mind meeting him either).
So, I’m going to nominate who so ever wants to do this. You all make me smile.
1.) If you only had one day to live, how would you spend it?
2.) Favorite Halloween costume?
3.) Favorite winter activity?
4.) If you had to be someone other than yourself, who would you want to trade places with?
5.) the story of your life is going to be a movie, who plays you?
6.) Who are/ were you at school dances? The go-getter or the wall flower?
7.) Least favorite color?
8.) First book you read?
9.) Flying pigs or pigs with gills?
10.) how do you kill time?
You all are welcome to answer some of these questions in the comment if you’d like to.
I know I haven’t written in a while, a very long while. Life is just too busy sometimes. To hold you over until I can write a full post, here is a tidbit of something I wrote a long time ago.
Please don’t judge this is fetus me. Still growing as a writer.
Ripped pages and broken backs
greet me with their lovely
I play those songs
over and over
The sound drowns into the background.
Interrupted conversations make me close
and move onto something else.
For the longest, I stopped writing those pathetic words.
But they keep trying to suffocate me.
I have to say:
I’m sick of it.
A couple days ago, I experienced something everyone should for the very first time. A concert. Specifically a Neon Trees concert. I got in free because of a lovely girl on the newspaper staff that gave me two tickets for no reason. It was a great surprise!
So my father and I went, for “bonding” and I must say, I LOVE CONCERTS! The way the beat fills your chest and it runs through your blood vessels. The lyrics surrounding you as your voice becomes one with a crowd and the band. Singing and dancing along with your favorite artists never felt so good until you do it in person. It fills all the empty holes for an hour.
We sat just feet away from Neon Trees ( and I had the option of standing on the floor but my father said he was too old.)
The best part was probably when Tyler Glenn crowd surfed or when they played “Everybody Talks.”
I enjoyed it to no extent.
I just recently had a bunch of stuff messing with my life, whether for the good or bad is another story. But one of these glorious things is my new camera.
All summer I worked with my mother and earned my pay, and I saved and saved my money. Then finally on September 4th my father walked through the door holding a giant white cardboard box under his arm. What was within is wonderful. My very own Canon Rebel T5i camera.
I jumped up, put all my AP aside, and unpacked all of it. I couldn’t wait.
I watched the instructional video and played with it some. And man, I’m in love.
Nothing feels better than capturing one moment frozen in time. It’s breath taking.
All I want to do is carry it around and take pictures of people and places, and the chickens in Walmart parking lot. (Another story.)
If only I could get out of this school.
The dance year has started back and we are almost creeping up on the end of the first semester. To tell you the truth, this ballet year is the best yet out of my six years of dance in my current studio.
The other day I took it upon myself to practice my pointe work on my carpeted floor. That’s a lot harder than you would think.
After about twenty minutes if pointe work my feet looked like this:
Frank Iero, of My Chemical Romance (r.i.p.), released his new album. Make sure you check it out. It’s called Stomaches by frnkiero andthe cellabration.