Imaginary

I heard, soft pounds of shoes on white blanketed ground,
and the crunch of crystals underfoot.
I saw a  bronze man,
looking towards the sky with his gun pointed down,
eyes glazed over.
The cold stone told he was a memory,
a reminder to all those who were, and were to be.
I huffed warm breath into my collar,
rubbed  hands on numb thighs with brisk short strokes.
Triangle, you sit in this frozen park,
pointed with all your names of the dead.
I jumped, startled by the sound of footsteps,
and the flags bumped and flapped.
I was ridiculous,
a small girl,
frozen, and startled by imaginary bears, imaginary men.

A little bit of something...

I bow to the memories,
to the moments of epic importance.
Why do I worship this?
It is so warped in my minds eye.
Not the present,
not the future,
just a time that holds the weight of years.

Story update 2!

Its going noooo where! I think I'll take a  break and work some more on it in a week or maybe more....

Story Update

Day 2 of working on this a bit, and I am currently at about 886 words. It needs much work, and fixing up. I realize that when I write I stop, and stare off into space for long increments of time before deciding what to write next. I'm not sure if I have a good enough direction with this story yet... But I kinda know where I'm going with it haha. Anyway I think I'll take a break for a bit. Maybe I shall read some more of Pegasus, write some poetry, or maybe a couple character outlines for the story! I could do some homework..... Bleh. Perhaps Laura Marling can help brighten my mood, and help me want to do some school.

Short Story

  I am going to write a short story. I am going to finish it too! So here is a post just to put my commitment out there somewhere. I will work on this story at least 20-30 minutes everyday for a month, and I'll keep this blog updated on my progress.

Song Bird

I am a shaky song bird.
I have an uncontrollable passion, and my thinking is battered.
A song sung late at night when no one is listening for it.
I whistle my longing tune.
Only a few have heard.
Mostly thiefs and strangers going about their shady business.

The notes that wind, loop through my absent mind.
I am only a shaky song bird,
and only a few have heard my longing tune.
My friend the moon, and her army of stars, at times prove bothersome.
For they stifle my high notes with blackness, and lighten my low notes with brightness.
And who can sing a longing tune at day break?

When yellow lights are painted, I find myself dreaming again of loneliness,
and the quiet that it provides.

Shadow

Running at twilight,
down a dark  road,
that shaped into a curved troden path.
Recognizing this would take great effort.
I set my eyes on the edges of my sneakers.
You would not notice me.
All I am  is a shadow tonight.

Black poking edges formed my barrier.
Shape shifting branches set their leaves before me.
I glared into the red horizon line,
and the road before me twisted on.
I would not make it home tonight.

I haven't posted anything in a while... I'm starting to give up on this blog ha :P