spacegirl1998

I remember when I loved the sun I loved when it was blinding and bright the painful feel of pinpricks in the center of your eyes and the wetness of tears at the corners I loved the smell of the heat and the grass and the sound of the cicadas and morning doves collected in the streaming sunlight I still love the sun But now it seems older, more burnt and singed The cicadas have crawled away and hid and the morning doves' coos have faded away That bright light is still there, but I run and hide from it I don't dance in it anymore or play in it anymore I don't say to people "Look, the sun's out!" with glee anymore Perhaps it comes with age M

Life can seem so bleak So like a desert bare When I’m not in bed asleep. I don’t even care How it will turn and what I should do Nothing seems very clear. When will I get it, the life that I pursue? Maybe never; that’s what I fear. I fear for when the color fades Perhaps it’s already too late I fear for when my life cascades Down to the ground; from its already unsteady state. Oh, please, oh, please, don’t topple now My life can still prove its self! I’ll try harder, that’ll be my vow! I’ll fix it, all by myself. I know I said I didn’t care That was lie that I regret Now that I’m awa

     The first thing I noticed when I walked out of the bathroom stall was a short, red-headed girl standing in front of the one of the sinks, looking into mirror. She was doing what almost every girl our age does; admiring herself and checking her hair or some other thing. I glanced her way once more before I went to one of the sinks farther down the line, and started washing my hands. I was about to finish and turn the water off, when I looked at the red-head again. She was still looking in the mirror, but she had stopped fidgeting and was giving her reflection a hard stare. I didn’t know what to make of it; it’s not as if many

Isn’t it funny How people are different? Not how they look but how they think and feel? You say deep down we’re all the same But are we really? A person can dream worlds upon worlds in their heads Can fall in love Can feel completely lost A person’s mind can play tricks on them With cruel tricks and waves of terror What if our minds are too complicated To be put under the same categories? It’s terrifying to think That there are so many people who are different than you Who have hopes and dreams and lives How in the world could there possibly be That much information running through The heads of every person on e

Oh, how the wind can sit and watch And skim its fingertips Over my neck and face So intimate the touch turns when I breathe it in Two contented breaths, brushing against each other Oh, but how the wind can force Can rush and shove How it slams into me, invades and claims Tugs at my clothes whilst biting Oh, how I love the wind I’ll watch it dance with dead leaves And sing and sigh in the trees Oh, but I live for when the wind Strips me away Leaving me bare Rebirthed, and gasping

A dragon lives with me; It sleeps in the room next to mine. And sleep it does; soundly, and often A dragon watches me An icy blue hue cast with black eyelashes At all angles; penetrating A dragon sprays fire at me During its temper; white hot flames Spitting and hissing But The most horrible of all is when it does nothing. Does not look at me; Does not glare at me Does not boil in rage and thrash and roar When it does simply nothing It eyes are locked from curious speculations of mine Its body is still; yet fluidly gliding Quiet and dead as the night around the moon Shrouded and blinded A dragon lives with me, And I suppose I live with