Please Don't Read This....

Once upon a time

In a land far far away

There lived a tiny kingdom covered in snow

Where snow fairies danced and bells hung from the trees in strands of musical mirth

And snow daisies grew with their petals of white peeking out from the crisp ground.

There were snow foxes hunting, stealing through the blue ferns on silent velvet paws.

And all around the woodland elves slipped across icy paths, dressed in glistening white.

They whispered secrets to the reindeer through the foggy air, stepping about their business amongst the trees. The woodland elves were rarely seen and never heard by the snow people who lived along Icetown along the river. The snow people laughed and dancing and made merry all year, but especially at Christmas.

It was the most celebrated season of the year for all the people in the snowy kingdom

 

Ok please nobody read that because it was just SO, SO, SO, SO stuuuupid! Like REALLY. I don’t even know what to write right now (haha said write right) and I just have no words. So drained. So ready for break. So tired. I just need to get some words out. You know what’s awesome? CANDY CANES! You know what’s creepy? The Fall of the House of Usher! You know what’s hilarious? Jokes that aren’t’ actually funny but somehow work. You know who’s awesome? YOU!

Well maybe this is enough words now. Is it? IS IT? Well we shall see.

Hehehe hey guess what? ONE more word! There. Done. Hey. Goodbye.

CAT DAY

HELP!!!! MY INNER CHILD HAS TAKEN OVER AND GONE COMPLETELY BONKERS.

"I just want everyone to be happy."

Ever said this to yourself? I have, about a bazillion times the last couple months alone. And especially in the last two weeks. And you know what? I realized something!

YOU WILL NEVER MAKE EVERYBODY HAPPY!

Ever. Like never ever ever ever. I'm talking Taylor Swift's level of finality here. Today my inner child rose up and said "NO! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!" And all my older, more experienced voices were like,

"What? Dude chill we're just gonna try to make everybody happy no matter how uncomfortable we are, and everything will work out somehow!"

And my inner child was like, "NOPE! NOT TODAY! TODAY, WE ARE GONNA DO WHAT WE WANT HOW WE WANT WHEN WE WANT!"

And all the other voices said, "YES! We're with you!"

And then there were some Lord of the Rings references and my mind basically delivered an amazing speech to itself.

But then as I was thinking, I wondered if maybe my inner child had taken over too much. I mean, when we're kids we don't have any idea of kindness or humility. It's all MINE MINE MINE.

We see a toy we want, we take it. We see food we want, into our mouths it goes.

So my question is: is there such a thing as letting your inner child out TOO much?

Mine insists that she and I are gonna rule the world forever, or at least today she is. Maybe its just a mood. I hope so, cuz I really don't think I'm cut out to rule the world, or even my life. I don't want to rule it, besides rare days like today when I give myself awesome speeches and protest everything that anyone says about anything.

I feel like a cat today. You know? Some days you feel like a dog, where all your energy is just focused on pleasing everyone. That was me since the beginning of the year. And now I'm like,

"NOPE! Done with that. Call me a kitty cat cuz I'm feeling insanely selfish and aloof today."

Well this was basically a pointless rant. Maybe I should have written something beautiful, or meaningful. Haha. Guess what?

DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT EITHER!

toodlooo!

 

 

 



Random Rant from Me and DAVE

I am having serious writer’s block. But its not really writer’s block, its extreme lack of motivation or caring about any form of homework today whatsoever. But if I said that then people might get the wrong idea, so I’m going with writer’s block.

 I don’t know about any of you but I am really ready for Christmas. 2018. Christmas 2018 sounds a lot better than this Christmas. Because in 2018 I will be 22 and almost through college hopefully and not sitting in my messy room with a headache and a boatload of homework and a bazillion problems of life to ponder and two dogs barking, and a stuffy nose. And maybe, just maybe I would be writing something that actually means something, but I’m sure that this means something to somebody, if only to me. Writing is a release, a way of talking when no one else will listen. You’ve always got a blank page to confide in and it’s surprising how a blank page can be such a good listener when it has no ears, no eyes, and no voice. But still, writing something out often helps me deal with it. Like tonight. I could be burdening one of my friends with this pointless ramble but instead I’m just here chillin’ with my piece of paper. He’s an awesome piece of paper. He needs a name though.

 I’m gonna name you DAVE! Everybody who is reading this, the paper you are reading is named DAVE. In all caps. Yep. Hi DAVE!

 Hi Laura!

DAVE says hi!

Anywho, DAVE and I are having way more fun complaining about my life than we would be if I was trying to actually write something with a plot or a pattern.

Plots and patterns are all very well on some days, but on others they just don’t seem to help all that pent up soul debris work its way out. My soul debris is actually almost gone. But I have one more thing to say.

 

IRELAND. I’m gonna go there someday. End of story.

Freight Train

Once upon a time I was a freight train crashing in the dark

You were the woodland scene that I passed by, wishing I had stopped to think

But too late now for me or you

And all will crash and burn

But sometime I will see the truth

And a bitter lesson will I learn

 

Train crashes in the ocean water gleaming bright

Sirens sound and flashes blue and red and white

The sounds of night fade to fire and my heart cries out “Past oh why?”

Past calls back “You brought me dear.” And all strength begins to die.

Train sinks down into a sea of black, the air all pressed and strained.

And all the sights the sounds the stars are veiled as I keep my soul constrained.
My voice is silent stiff and still and the water crashes down.

My hopes and thoughts all fleeting, gone and so much for renown.

 

Train settles deftly down the bottom of the sea.

And all the voices hopes and dreams sink silent now within me.

The day is done and you are gone and never will I know.

What all might have been what might have done had I refused to go.

Flower

Flower

Friend

Petals pink

Leaves curling like shy streams of sunlight

The grass dances in the wind

Blossoms happy and sweet and sad

The blue sky calls

And the flower dreams

All is well

The flower prays a thankful prayer

For Not even kings are dressed as these.

Days and People

Some days are strange days.

Some people are strange people.

But the strange days are the ones you remember.

And the strange people are the ones you secretly like best.

Scars Part 12

“Incidentally,” She began softly, keeping her eyes downcast. “I’d like to thank you.” Even more softly. “You can’t imagine how important this is to me.” She hugged the blue notebook close, daring to glance up into Connie’s eyes. For that brief moment, both hearts smiled and shared a common love of imagination.

  “I’m the one who should be thanking you.” Connie said cheerfully back, her shyness dropping away. She tried not to look at Alice’s face, but the crystal eyes drew her and the scars were fascinating in their own morbid way. In spite of herself, Connie discovered that she was once again wondering how they got there. “Thank you for getting me out of that mess.” She continued, grimacing. Alice smiled from underneath her hair.

  “I could say the same thing.” Her smile held a thousand secrets, its mystery alluring Connie with her curious nature.

  “What do you mean?” She asked, bluntly, unable to resist her interest. “The notebook?”

  Alice smiled to herself in that same hidden way, her dark hair curling about her face in soft tendrils. Connie lowered her eyes, wishing to seem inconspicuous while trying not to stare at her new friend’s face. They walked out the doors across the grass lawn towards the cafeteria building.

  “No. That too, but I meant…” Alice trailed off, looking peacefully up into the sky. Her hood slid carelessly off of her head, and the wind whipped her hair back. For the first time, Alice didn’t seem to mind, or even remember that Connie was there. She gazed at the dark marks that split Alice’s face openly for a few moments before turning away again.

  “Do you feel that?” Alice asked, her voice a whisper softer than the breeze.

  “Feel what?”

    “The wind. Sometimes I think if I could just get somewhere high enough, the wind would come and sweep me away from here.”