Cream swirls in chocolate paradise
P.S Excuse the irrelevance of this passage..I just really like the photo!!
The stress was beginning to wrinkle her young clear face, stretching her smile south
Pulling down the edges of that lovely cherry apple red mouth.
Her comrades all fit fun
Playing in the summer Sun
Into their days
But her life was a maze
She was focused on one thing..
No, not a wedding ring
She wanted her mom to sing
Sweet joy
When she saw her daughter’s diploma
So she sacrificed
The games of dice
On Saturday and Sunday nights
To stay up long after the lights
Went out
And the parties began.
The lonely girl searching for a smiling boy whose been searching too long too. I see, stolen kisses and rose petals.And little letters saying
Or
I see girls smiling when they know they’ve found the one they trust.
I can hear those grown up kids swinging eachother around ,feet never ever touching the ground.
Its twenty two minutes past one , yet I keep escaping sleep. Her pretty hands cover my eyelids, but I still see the bright white stars. I don’t think i’ll ever sleep again, until the phebe I fancy ,fancies me too. Perhaps if I think of him less, the sweetness of of him
Well, thats where I stopped last night before drifting of to a lonely cold sleep.
4/27/13 I want :
To feel infinitely loved elegantly by a gallant phebe with sugar kissed skin and and dimples as deep as hand crafted clay potery.
To feel infinitely loved elegantly by a gallant phebe with sugar kissed skin and dimples as deep as hand painted pottery.
And to be able to be my best self with someone.
This Friday, my day flew by. I wore yellow socks, although the dress code is black or white, because yellow socks in open black shoes is exciting to me. It dulls the homogenous blue and white rounding me! I hardly did the things I wanted to, but I felt a deep satisfaction by the things I ended up doing. During, lunch, after reading besides my lovely songstress friend, Suraiya, we went to watch a rehersal for graduation. It was splendid. It was in the small nook- of -a -library -with -a -door -on- it my school has. I leaned against the book shelf besides a boy who is kind of my friend, but always holds onto my hand a little too long when we high-five. His name is Roach, last name,at least. He gave me his seat,which was the gentlemanly thing to do, but then stayed right next to the chair. At first, it made me slightly uncomfortable, but soon I was immersed in my friends’, Kelsey and Celine, singing. They’re sopranos, i think. They’re voices are extremely high pitched. Kelsey’s is like an angel its amazingly wonderful!! I could listen to her sing everyday. After their song, other groups performed. It was timeless and mesmerizing, literally, because, afterwards, I expected to be able to walk the halls, errant, but the Principal told me to get to class. Thankfully, he didnt see my yellow socks, I have a record of a sort, with the teachers about disobeying dress code : wearing eyeliner, bracelets, a different shirt, coloured socks, safety clips in my ears..and zippers, writing lyrics on my arms, and head bands over my hijab! I’m a monster.. excellent academically, but obstinate,not rude, just forgetful!
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During our classes after lunch, I thought about the boy I like, did homework in class, laughed, focused, then worked more. I finished first…
It rained after school.I thought Noah might reappear, but he didn’t and the rain stopped…eventually.
I stayed afterschool for two hours, and waited patiently for my lovely driver to arrive.
This is bigger than my nook_library_at school, but I like it
I do this because I like the sudden release it brings. It clams my soul and hushes my brain. It inflames my desire and crushes my obstacles. I can fly to the apex of the tallest mountain and compete against Olympic gods. I can win.
Today , at school, I tried my hand at persuasion.I attempted to show to my good friend, that her Boy ,of seven months, doesn’t deserve or truly want her. I showed her every sign that I , myself, descried. She nodded in acknowledgement of my
evidence, yet at the end of the day, hours later, she hasn’t severed all relations with him. I’m enraged by her naivity, but understanding, because Seven months is a long while for a teen girl who thinks she’s in love, or is. I n only pray to God he doesn’t spoil her effervescent spirit. She’s like a cocooned caterpillar, and he’s the thick seemingly impermeable twine around her wings.As soon as she frees herself, her wings will stretch and glide. I hope the pressure doesn’t break her wings.
But then again, pressure makes diamonds.And diamonds are loveliest of all Jewels.
This makes me think of you, diamond girl
The game of love
Can lead to death.
Its hurts so bad,
It take your breath.
The piano man’s fingers dipped and dove over lakes of love and waterfalls of lovelorn. Slowly, I remembered what it was to love. Slowly, I recalled the good things. The love, before the hate, and the trust before the distance. I remembered my boy, saying that he loved me. But now I know he only loves the girls who break his heart. The ones who step on it without looking down. I was the cure. I had his love in my front pocket, holding it close, till he dropped me like an empty medicine bottle into the trash.I broke into pieces, but i’m all right now.
Yeah, I still lament his love
But I know he wasn’t truly my Amourdove.
I am unwise in the eyes of those older than me
They think I can’t see, because they’ve been seeing longer than Me
They think I can’t love, because they’ve loved longer and more than me
They don’t realize that the eyes in their head, have also been blessed in me
And that the rivers of emotion flooding in their hearts, flood in me
I can love
I can see
I can feel.
The life i’ve lived thus far is real
The love i’ve felt was young and surreal
And though you can’t believe that my heart ached when he left,
That my eyes cried when he didn’t say goodbye
And that my heart longed when he was gone
It did.
Day 1 :Yesterday April seventh 2013
I don’t know what day of the week it is;I haven’t been to school in a week, because of Easter Vacation.
I’ve decided to commit myself, for seven consecutive days, to my art- writing . Not only is the devotion needed, but I know it will calm my nerves and resuscitate my courage and confidence-preparing me for school and its requisition for patience and resilience.
The doors to my young , probably melodramatic thoughts open here :
The urge to close the door against all my world’s woes is overpowering. But, I refuse to move, until all the steam emanating from my teacup has cooled. My siblings’ shouts are nerve- wrecking, desirous of being told to hush the FUN up!
They intrude on my cranium’s rainbow, but they don’t know …..so innocence is theirs.
Electric Nerves. I’ve got those kind of nerves that can’t stand an unplanned sound, action. I can’t remember exactly when my hippie nerves, so flexible and tolerant, became so sensitive to the world’s bad elements. And it doesn’t matter when or why, just that I reverse it, because I don’t like being so hard that everything that crashes into me, dents my soul. Oh hey, another quote!
Well,I’m uploading a day late.
