the raindrops the raindrops by only-hope, literature
Literature
the raindrops the raindrops
it never left them for doubting
when the rain came and never left,
but the boathouse was there
and they went from time to time
to hide from hail.
sometimes january clawed her
way to april and left the scratch marks
on the inside of her coffin
buried alive it seems.
it was about that time she started
painting her nails for no particular
reason and she decided she was
crazy because certain things defied
logic and she
wasn't prepared to deal
with things like that. so she
kept trying to pretend that painting
would help with the bothersome
insanity.
but the rain came and never left
and they never had the boatho
Nickolus Gragg
The Dust Devil
In the afternoon heat, the rows of recently tilled cotton look like the earth's ribcage, and from each cruel column, a million bone spurs jut through the crust. My father told me that it's good to eat peanut butter in the morning because it sticks to your ribs. I am not sure what that means though. I like to stare at my ribs in the mirror; my blond hair is white next to my dark brown eyes. Sometimes, I pretend that my ribs are crunching the food I swallow. I think maybe that's what my father meant. That maybe the peanut butter takes a while to digest because it's sticky. That's why I shouldn't swallow gum. It w
The swaying birch,
the pine, and the palms,
Dancing, in a breeze that whispers
sweet and loving psalms.
And amongst them,
barely noticed because of her shyness,
Is the weeping willow,
always adorned in only her finest.
How lovely she is,
in her billowing dance,
That no one would suspect
her circumstance.
See those hapless limbs,
reaching out
To no one and everyone,
her love life is an endless drought.
What sad dryad must live inside her,
so full of scorn and sorrow,
That she must grieve a broken promise
of a return on the morrow?
So there she stands,
swaying so solemnly in the col
Do you know what sadness is? by ShadowNebula, literature
Literature
Do you know what sadness is?
It is when the people you love have forgotten your voice,
It is when they have forgotten who you are,
and it hits you like a dagger piercing through your skin to the very depths of your heart,
and the pain that comes after the blow refuses to subside,
like the hiccupping sobs of an eight year old child,
taking a hold of your whole being,
your body betrays you,
and the uncontrollable desire to shed tears wells up from deep inside of you,
as your memories bleed with the purging of your soul
it loses control while the rush of emotions breaks through
to the surface of reality
hitting you so hard that you land agape at what ha
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My last photo has been submitted on both accounts.
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So I took this amazing picture at the football game against North high on September 7th... and I saved it to my harddrive, and then..I reformatted my computer, and forgot to update my pictures folder on my external harddrive..and now there is a game between 8-31 up to 9-17...
That picture may have won me awards..or something..
http://www.bakersfield.com/1090
I'm saving up to buy the new Nikon D300.
It'll take me a few months, but I plan on getting it by December.
Work is stressful and I feel like shit. =/
Closing is mildly depressing because I'm alone almost 100% of the time.
My legs have very sharp pains shooting up the sides, in isolated areas, which makes it feel worse. =(
School sucks. Nothing else to say about that.
I'm just glad I have a paycheck.
I miss Nick, btw..a lot. =/