True Love, Young Love

She stands there, waiting for him to arrive. She wonders if he will ever come to find her. She waits for another moment and looks around. Turning over the idea of leaving in her mind over and over. Then he's there, walking up from behind. He finally reaches her and wraps his arms around her. He leans over just enough to whisper in her ear "I love you." She recognizes his voice and the warmth radiating off his strong muscular arms. She repeats the phrase back to him as he twirls her around. They gaze into each other's eyes with such affection that it would melt even the coldest of hearts. Then, for just a mere moment, their lips meet. Chills run up their spines as their knees grow weak. Then they just stand there. Spending borrowed time, as they embrace one another. Surrounded by an overwhelming feeling of passion and joy.

Oh Sparrow with No Sorrow

  The sparrow flew free as the wind. Soaring through the breeze. Gliding upon wings of an angel. With such grace, I wish I could be her. Flying high above the world and looking down from her point of view. She seems so happy. So content with life. Then again, I would be too if I didn’t have a care in the world. If only I could be her. If only, if only.

Second Date!!!

Today I had the most amazing day! I went to Kings Island and afterwards to the Reds game (sadly they lost to the Dodgers). But the best thing about today was that I spent the whole day with one of the most amazing men I know, my man. I love him to death and being with him today made my week. I don't know what I would do with out him. Can't wait to see him again!

-Riley M 💖

Fire

Blue flames jump out

Then lie back down

The orange tongues lick the air

As the fire growls from within

Hissing and cursing in the wind

Spitting its sparks

As it slowly withers and dies

Down to the black and white ashes

That mix to a gray

Then float away in the breeze

Or sink into the ground

Waiting to strike again

Our Own Drum

 

The earth can tremble and shake

It can slit apart

And explode

But what do we do

We conform

We bend

And change

With the sifting tides

We move

We grow

We reach new heights

We had never known

We are beautiful

In an ugly society

We fall and cry

We stand tall and proud

We march

To the beat of our own drum

It thumps is our head

And chest and fills us

With the deepest of passions

To rid the world

Of hate

And fear

March to that drum

Oh we shall

Stomp out the evil

Then solute to the sun

April 18, 1775

  Pardon my step as I walk through your shadows. Of your buildings and posts so grand. Hanging from them, such a magnificent diadem. I bid you good morning as I pass you by in your stony stage to receive no reply. I wish you good fortune as I take in my breath. Though you should heed my warning and hear my cry. As the midnight hour strikes, we shall ride.

Be Who You Are

   Do you ever wonder who you really are? I'm being serious here. Do you really know your self? We go through life hiding behind what we do and what we want. What reality is and what you want it to be, are two very different things. We walk around living in our own little fantasy and we pretend to be something that we are not. We image to live a double-life and that one very sad day we will save the world, or at least the office. We try to paint this image of what we want people to think of us when really it's not us at all. Maybe a few pieces here and there, but nothing really adds up. We want to live the dramatic life like so many stars have in the movies, when in real life we are only the background props. Not even suit to be seen up close. So we pretend. We act it all out in our minds and image that it's all real. But then again what is real. We are. We are what makes the world go round. Us as a whole, not just a few, but all of us. So I ask you again, who are you? Who are you? No I don't want a name, I want who you really are. A word, phrase, quote, anything. Just not a name. A name is just another thing to hide behind. Who are you truly?

Sincerely,

The Music Addict

The End... Of Another School Year

   Textbooks are returned. Notebooks closed. Lockers cleaned out. Bathing suits are being dusted off and drenched. Winter coats are buried in the backs of our closets. Pools are opening as classroom doors are locked. The school year is ending and the summer... only beginning. We say good bye to the desks and hello to the glorious sun. Happy summer vacation peeps!!!!

The New Girl (revised)

   There she stood, with one foot in the door and one on the freshly polished hallway floor. She was the new girl. The smell of desperation, heavy perfume, and the highly toxic liquid that hardens on your fingertips, surrounded her. There was only one thing on her mind and that was either to stay or to sprint out of the devilish place that some had come to call school. After a moment or so of searching for her answer and weighing her decisions she came to a conclusion. So she took her foot out of the door and decided to fight for her life just to get to her locker. The massively jammed halls led to different locations, in which she knew none of. She needed so desperately to find room 127 but the closest door to her read 003. This was going to be the longest nine months of her life. She inhaled a breath that, unfortunately, didn’t knock her unconscious. ‘If only I could just find a way to faint, then I could go. Get way from this dreadful place and never come back,’ she thought to herself, ‘If only…’ That’s where the thought stopped because at that very moment someone knocked the books right out of her hands. Down to the floor they went, like an avalanche cascading off Mt. Everest in the Mahalangur section of the Himalayas. She only wished now that this was all just one very bad dream that she would wake up to any minute now. But sadly, the refreshing reawakening did not come. 

4th of July

The cool crisp air stood still as the children danced through the night. Magical and under appreciated, the light heartedness of the youngsters that wonder about in such a daze from all of the lights that twinkle, glitter, and shine high up in the night sky. Sparklers spit out their blazing beads. Boom! The canons shout late after the fire goes out. Explosions of colorful arrays of light. More than just stars tonight.

I'm a Little Furry Bandit

What I have to do just to get by in life. Not to starve. To be able to see the sun come up tomorrow and the stars tonight. I dig through the rotting garbage of humans that own the big forest size houses. I normally find some decent scraps there. The smaller houses rarely have any. I guess they don't believe in giving to the “lower class.” I don't believe that because I'm not like them I should be subjected to this type of treatment. Just because I look like a furry little cartoon bandit. Though if stealing the rubbish out of gleaming aluminum cans were a crime I would be sent to the big house for twenty-five to life. I tend to laugh at this notion.

Art/Life Question

If life were a work of art, and everyone had a place to paint. What would it look like?

Graffiti Pic

First Date

Went on my first date yesterday! It was so amazing! I got home and curled up in bed like 'how could this be any better?' Went to see Captain America: Winter Soldier, then afterwords went to Larosa's. Like is said before... SOOOOOOOOOOOO AMAZING!!!!!

My Everything

My knight in blue jeans
Who leaves his armor at home

My Prince Charming
Who leaves his crown at home

My amazing superman
Who leaves his cape at home

My savvy thief
Who stole my heart

Though he forgets so much
My heart he will never lose

Nothing

Nothing can compare,

To an old oak tree,

It stands so tall in the breeze.

Nothing can compare,

To a leaf from that tree,

That falls with such ease.

Nothing can compare,

To a heart,

That bleeds with such passion.

Nothing can compare, 

To the love that we share.

Be There

I will be here through tick and thin.
Thunder and lightning.
Love and despair
But with you
There will be no harm or hurt.
No pain
Because when I look at you
I see joy
And peace.

Little Sis

There she stands
With her nose just above the counter
Propped up on her toes
A clumsy little ballerina
Rubber bands sit around her wrist
She searches of the jar
The box
The case
The safe
That holds the cookies
Her hair a little bob
So short and sweet
Just like her
My little sis

Alcoholic Mind

I'm in a drunken state
On level negative nine

As taboo as it seems
I'm still clear
Sharp
Ready

Throw me a bottle
And I'll drink it

Throw me a riddle
And I'll solve it

Ties

The crossing ties that bind us
The checkered strings that connect us
The endless things that divide us
The endless things that unite us

Two Halves

Never too grow apart
Only together they stay
Two halves of a heart
Always at bay

I Dare You...

Snowman

   The sun is bright, blazing through the clouds. The wind blistering and harsh at times, but right now, only a subtle breeze. If only spring hadn't come. If only winter could stay. Stay with the snow and frost. Oh yes I love the spring and all it's joys. All it's flowers and warmth. I wish I could see more, but by then my time is up and I can stand no more. Every year the same thing happens. Year after year I'm built and I stand tall. Then spring comes and I melt away into only a little puddle. A puddle smiling back with coal, buttons, and a carrot nose. 

Till Hearts Galore

Swiftly swept 

She mopped the floor

On her hands and knees

She scrubed it bare

The marble floor 

She scrubed it bare

Till hearts galore 

Lightning ⚡️

A fash

A bolt

Dart

Flicker

Flinch

The roaring

The light 

The rain

The storm

A fash

A bolt

Dart

Flicker

Flinch

It pours 

And puddles

It rolls

Down the window pane

A fash

A bolt

Dart

Flicker

Flinch

J'taime

  Love is a mysterious thing. It raps us up in a little fantasy that we can call our own and when we fall for our so called 'prince charming' or 'knight in shining armer' we feel as though we are on cloud nine. Until that one faithful day that that lovely little cloud slips of from under us and reality slips back in and shows us that life is still tough. That life is one of the harshest things we will ever know. 

   Right now I know what those clouds feel like. It's nothing that can be described. It is one of those things that heaven can't touch. I feel that now and I don't want to let is go. Even though I feel this way I can't help wonder if it will ever end. Then I pray that it will never end. That the smile will never fade and that my heart will never stop skipping.  I hit reality everyday, but I always have my little fairytale to run to when I need it.

Him

He keeps me warm

When the fire goes out

He saves my day

When I can't save my self

He's my rock

In the shifting tides

My sun on a cloudy day

My knight in blue jeans

My prince charming

Dancing me through the night

The theft who stole my heart

My rainbow after the storm

My ray of hope

In a hopeless world

My one

My only

Mine

In a Box

I'm in a box 

So small and dark

I'm scared

Can't breathe

It smells musky

And the air is dusty

I'm in a box

And trapped for life

With no parole 

No bail 

And no way out

No door

Nor window

I want out 

I'm in a box

Words

The things that tell others

What we feel

Want

Need

Are

The things that

Glue our feet to the ground

Let our heads float in the sky

Past the clouds and sun

Up to the star

High up above

These are my words

That I will cherish forever more

And I hope you will too

Then you realize

As the wind blew the shutters shook
The ground steady, but your legs shake with fear
The broken glass crept along the ground
Scattered by the blow they tried to fix the effect of the tragic memory
Flowers limp on the ground
Love gone with the breeze
And your heart crushed with agony
Then you realize...

You just got dumped