Alone( Dead Like Winter)

Inside, I feel alone.
Deserted. Bereft. Left behind. I want so badly to hold on to someone but I am afraid they'd just fall right through me. I am seperated and in need. I reach out like a child would to its mother in desperate times, but only cold responds. I cry, not knowing what has happened but only what i feel. In yearning for that comforting hug, I wait, soon to realize I am the only one there. Tired eyes become home to quiet tears. Quiet like dead winter. I just want to have someone hold me,caress me close, rocking me slowly like a sleepy infant, hushing my cries sweetly. I want to feel the warmth of someone and finally feel like i have somewhat of a grip. I want to feel confident enough that as soon as i fall asleep, it wont just slip away from me forever. Upon that sleep I want to stay, where someones' gentle-sweet but assuring voice soothes me honestly, comfirming its presence and promise to never leave me. I want it to break this feeling of forlorn and deprivity before The Cloaked One comes.  Leaving me alone and dead...dead like winter.

Ever So Alive

Past your stare I see so much more. Through my soul I wish it would stay. I have gone too long without it, and everyone knows,so much as a touch could kill you or so they say. Such a powerful thing knows not of choice but only of destiny.To live or destroy it commands. Is it I whom it must contain itself within or has it not room to spare another chance? Mother earth knows far more than we can ever speak and she holds the last decision in the end. To hope and want, as much as i do, would be like a dream too easy to understand.
So, look at me once more. let me see past the stare of your eyes. Give me the thing ive hoped for all along.
And let your love make me feel ever so alive.

Disappear

In a dream, I once found myself here.
Not saying a word, for silence had hushed me. I sat alone. Thinking about everything and how it had affected me over the years. My eyes followed my thoughts, like patterns in the snow. One to another and no one to answer them but me. The branches webbed across eachother like my emotions, each one different but yet they all ended in the same place. Equally as painful. Laced in shadows, they reminded me of myself. Quietly standing, patiently waiting to overcome their selves someday but still getting nowhere. All in this time,  i said nothing. Just observed the things around me as if they were mine. wishing I could become them so that one day all my fears and worries would like me,......Disappear.

Being A Ninja

I have to say that ever since seeing the "Ninja Assassin” movie, I fell in love with ninjas. I have always been a vampire kind of chick with the fast fights and the furious blood draining but when I entered the world of ninjas, I suddenly had the urge to buy and wear a 10 dollar Wal-Mart ninja costume(complete with mask and ninja stars)and slither my way through the Ramen isle dodging oncoming customers. crazy.....maybe. fun.....u better know it! I have even gone to the length of going to the library and getting books on ninjas and ninjutsu. wow, right? surprisingly enough, I've even picked up the knack for Tai-Chi and working out. once again, wow. my dream now is to become a ninja (or at least in my eyes…as close as I can get.) I have the ambition just one problem: where the hell am I gonna find a ninjutsu master in the middle of Arizona?.....yah....I couldn’t answer that either. Oh well, I guess I can learn many martial arts and become my own ninja. I think it might look funny being a 16 year old Caucasian chick with glasses. Although I have been told by many people I look Asian. I am tiny and slender enough plus the slanty eyes. Geez!..... of course it got to be the outcome I expected. lol. I'm not sure if my sudden interest is legit or if its just a boredom passer time but either way, I’m excited for what will become of it.

Sweet Darkness ( Mother Night)

She crawls amongst the ground, luring the moonlight to her.

Low to the earth she watches, waiting for a chance to slither across the eyes of midnight. Only then does she elegantly dance within the winds, carrying her through the trees. she moans like ghosts through the branches, rustling the leaves that follow. So beautiful, she is welcomed upon the the dark horizon. she sweeps past the bats, basking in her mystery. Pastels of maroon lead her to embrace the stars, dimly lighting her path. The Earth stands still in her seduction. so beautiful, sweet darkness, mother night, has come.

Shattered Dreams And One Last Hope For A Shooting Star

Quietly, I sat upon the river bank where it met the bridge line, the water so deep and dark. I let my hand glide over the surface, trying not to break its unity, but the ripples convincingly tore it away from me once more. How long since I last saw a glimpse of my own reflection?
I guess only the years could answer that.
The river undoubtfully holds so many of my memories that its becoming too murky to look through.
The only reflection I could see was the dark skies looming over it like a slow death waiting in the shadows.
Has it really been that long? Have I really gone amiss with my dreams, so much as to which they've become weak and shattered? The soil beneath my feet poisoned the pigment of my ever white skin. smearing, as the wind slowly hissed around them. atlast, the only thing that lingered was my one last deserate hope to see a shooting star in those ever so gloomy clouds of grey.

Bubbles

This is my emo Bubbles. He is cute and small. Sometimes I feed him nachos but he always wants ham instead. I dont how our friendship came to be except for his lovable obsession with soap and twisty slides, and coloring books with crayons. All are fun when you have a little buddy like bubbles.
one night he got scared so i let him sleep in my room with me. I gave him one of my T-shirts so he could keep warm. im not sure what to do with his hair though, i guess this lil guy kinda has his own little unique style. Either way, he's adorable. I know that I can always find him because where ever he goes, he leaves a trail of bubble soap on the floor. not very easy to clean up may i add.
i have realized that hes taught me a valuable lesson that ill never forget, to be happy with what you have and accept what you dont. I can say that hes very smart because i live by that moral now eachday and seems to make so much sense. Thank you little bubbles!