[Micaela]

welps, I liked K's idea so much, I am zoinking it from her. Now I will in no way match her genius, so I won't try. I'll just stick my stuff on here. Any comments, suggestions, are welcome.

~Rach

[Micaela]

(Haiku)

“Colorful Silence”

Parrot on a branch
Looks almost technicolor
Talk, I want to laugh.

(Haiku)

“Love”

I have learned that pain,
is an essence of life, but
why is love painful?

(Haiku)

“Suicidal Thoughts”

As dusk fades into night
I prefer to be alone
After all, who cares?

[Micaela]

my mind
is going crazy
my soul
is in turmoil
my heart
is dead.
Where did all
my happiness go,
When did I lose
all my feelings.
What kind of life
is this,
When u aren't
really living,
ur just there.
What kind of life
is one u
don't care if ur living
don't care if ur not.
I have to get out,
but I can't
what can this mean,
when love destroys
ur own life
how can it be possible
for something so beautiful
to turn
into something so murderous.
life is now
a mere exsistence,
no one can help me..
but one,
that won't
that no longer cares...
I should be dead,
for in his eyes,
I am.


yeah, that one was written a little while ago... kinda depressing

[Micaela]

“Poison”

She walks by
glancing at me
But briefly,
but it made me
self-conscious,
ashamed.
All because she
was showing her
body
didn’t mean I
needed too,
Did it?
Then I saw
the two guys
I’d eyed,
walkin’ up
to her,
and grinning
and smiling
like she was
perfect
Why wasn’t I
ever noticed
like that?
But maybe
my angle is wrong
‘cause actually
those guys
don’t want to be
her friend,
they want to be
much more.
So maybe it’s
a little like
poison
sweet on the intake
but ultimately

deadly.

[wounded_bird]

Originally Posted by RJB

“Poison”

‘cause actually
those guys
don’t want to be
her friend,
they want to be
much more.
So maybe it’s
a little like
poison
sweet on the intake
but ultimately

deadly.

Oooooh, this poem is so very good. I like these lines for their truth is....well...so true. You have an interesting style with the long lines broken into short ones. The best thing that you do with them is to break them in places that truly emphasize a point. Good work! I am glad people start their own threads that continue on and on. The mods may not care for it, but I like it because you can go through and find those that you like to read over and again.

[Micaela]

Thx!

(Prose Poem)


“So? What are you going to do about it? Huh?” The woman’s scornful tone puts you over the edge. You lunge at her, smacking and hitting. She becomes a heavy weight in your arms, and you drop her like a hot coal.
You angrily stare down at her, but fear is starting to penetrate the fuzzy state of your mind. She has a bloody lip that is starting to swell, and several bruises are rapidly appearing on her skin. You stumble backwards, then turn and run, out of the place you once called home, away from the unconscious figure you once said you loved, never to return.
And you shiver in the sweltering night, scared of who you’ve become.


(Prose)

It was clear, but this night wasn’t even close to warm. You snuggle closer inside yourself, trying to make your thin sweater sufficient. A bruise on your cheek, and your pitiful appearance, raise an eyebrow or two from the handful of people you pass, but no one stops you.
“Hey girlie, where ya goin’?” a slurred voice suddenly calls out.
You just bury your head deeper and stumble into an alley, not sure of who you are, or where you are going.

[Micaela]

who am i?

as i stare out
at a vast openess
of nothing,
i crawl out of my
shell
like an armadillo
when it feels
secure.
The gift of
life
seems so precious
and wonderful
when i see
the beauty
around me.
i gather strength
feel i can
conquer all
as the wind
wraps around me
i image i am
a Spartan queen
bold and strong
but i am not
in Greece
i'm a few miles
from Oklahoma
My vision fades
piece by piece
and i am standing
in waving grass
once again
the sprawling white
with spots of brown
and
green.

who am i?

i stare into
darkness
my armadillo
shell
closes around me
even though i am
alone.
Am i worth anything?
is life worth it?
but maybe hope
is enough
hope
that there
is good,
even in nothing
hope
that it is worth
pushing on
because
one day
hard work
will be rewarded
faith
will be praised
love
will be strengthened
hope
that there is someone
in the
millions
who loves me,
and
hope
that that special
someone
wasn't run over
by a truck
but is waiting
with open arms.

Hope is eternal,

isn't it?

[Micaela]

“Disguise”

You think I don’t know,
think I can’t see
straight through
your fake cover.
You smile, and laugh
tell everyone
you’re loving life
but I see the
sadness
in your eyes
the way your
smile fades
sooner than it used too.
The way you wander
at times
and your hidden annoyance
at interruptions.
How do I know,
when others don’t?
I can almost hear
your voice
saying the words.
I know,
because I am often
the same way,
painting a pretty
picture
with hidden
secrets
popping a smile
when I really want
to cry
lying my way
out of telling the
truth,
covering my pain
with laughter,
and easing my inner
pain
with outer
pain.
But aside from
that,
you can never
truly
fool me,
because,

I still love you.

[Micaela]

“Depressed”

i sit here,
not sure why,
but I couldn’t
move myself
even if I wanted
too.
i sigh,
puzzled
at my own
existence.
why did God deem
that i had a place in this
world,
and what part
will i play
in the game of life?
hope is waning
but I make a little
remain,
after all
i still have one marble
in my purse.
but sanity shouldn’t
be determined
by hope in friends
or this world
right?
my hope should
be placed
in God alone,
but how hard
it is
when He seems
so far
away,

like He does
now.

[Micaela]

Staring at
An empty page
I reflect on how
Much this is like
My own life.
Blank and
Empty
How much have I
Accomplished
In my life
Of only sixteen
Years
Is there much to be
Proud of?
Anything worth
Merit?
I sigh,
And wonder
What can I do
To fix the past?
I can’t.
I must forget and move
On
But it is harder
Than it would seem
If my past is
So messed up,
How can my future
Be better?


And I cover the paper
With words
To give me hope

_____________________________________________

(Prose Poem)

“The Final Time”
You stare at your reflection, and sigh. Your waist has three rolls, and your hips and thighs are fat compared to your calves. One less meal today. You’ve already been skipping breakfast, maybe you can just skimp on lunch and dinner, so no one yells at you for not eating. You roll your eyes. Everyone always babbles on about how skinny you are, what a great figure you have, but that’s not what you see. Those girls at school have the perfect bodies, shining hair, flawless skin. You finger a strand of your hair, seeing only it’s dullness, not its airiness. You know every tiny pimple on your face, and it doesn’t matter that they are all small. They are there.
“Aww, come on! You’re so pretty!” Your best friend exclaims later, when you complain. “Look at me, look at my pimples, my fat. You are so not.”
You look at her, but all you see is how thin her waist looks, how shiny her hair is, and how popular she is. You know that you should be satisfied with how you were made, but it seems impossible. There are so many flaws with your body, how can you accept them? There must be a way to fix them. But you’ve been trying to for years, and it hasn’t worked yet. Maybe it is useless. But if it is useless, then life is too, because you just can’t seem to accept yourself.
And for the rest of the day, all you can think about are the pills in your medicine cabinet and the ultimate solution.



Hey, should I post some of my stories on here too?

[GRibbit]

Wow Rach, I really like your writings. Keep it up girl!

[Role Modlin]

There's some good stuff in here. Keep on writing.

[Micaela]

thx Hudder, thx LM! here are some old poems that some of you have read already, I believe. Beautifully Veiled

She slowly walks
So high up
The wind
Pulls and grabs
At her dress
The long flows
Stream
behind her
Her long hair
Flaps and waves
behind her.
But she does not stop
Her head bowed
Her eyelids dropping,
Not a trace
of a smile
is upon her face.
Her bare feet
move softly
through the lush grass.
She lifts her head,
She is almost there.
A faint voice
stops her.
She turns,
A figure is running
toward her.
Tears spring in her eyes.
As she turns back
and continues walking.
It is a man,
Young and handsome
He is crying her name,
But she can not stop.
She is there,
At the top,
she stands at the edge,
Looking down.
Far below her,
Glistening rocks beckon.
A shiver
runs through her body
She turns around
The man is a few feet
away,
a desparate plea
upon his face.
He steps toward her,
a hand,
reaching out.
Tears are streaming
down her face,
as she shakes
her head.
"You can't," he begs.
She is silent,
her eyes searching his face.
"Do you love me?"
she responds.
He is quiet.
"I love you," she says,
and steps back.
"No!"
he jumps forward,
but it is too late.
He sinks to his knees,
unable to look.
Tears flow unchecked,
She is gone.......
Forever.
He can not believe,
He knows now
that he loved her.
He forces his eyes
to look down,
at the beautifully
grotesque view.
A white spot,
Surrounded by black
and
red.

____________

Loyalties stronger than future

The sun rises
And all is calm
Streaks of yellow
Push away all the darkness
It is a new day.
A man rolls over in his bed
And awakens slowly
He had been dreaming
About home
He does not want
To face life again.
He sighs and sits up,
Rubbing the sleep
Out of his eyes.
He is a tall man,
Young and promising.
But his loyalties are stronger
Than future.
Nearby, is another man,
Still fast asleep,
A smile upon his haggard face
He is soon awakened
By a shake on his shoulder.
He turns over onto his back
And looks up,
Weary of the ever-present canvas
That has greeted him every morning
For too long.
A few yards away,
More men,
Young and old
Are greeting the morning
With curses and sighs.
A bell clangs
And from every direction,
Men come stumbling,
Meeting at a large tent.
Sitting at long tables,
They slurp a meager breakfast.
The murmur of their voices,
Sounding a low hum,
Throughout the tent.
Then, voices are shouting,
The men scramble to stand,
As a tall, dignified man
Strides into the room.
But, as he turns to address them,
A brilliant light flashes,
The men hit the ground,
As the tent collapses,
And a deafening blast is heard.
Men are screaming with pain,
Reaching for their wounds,
Some finding that they aren't there.
Doctors and nurses come running,
More blasts,
Rapid gunfire,
Some men are running for their guns,
Others are lifting the tent,
And rescuing those trapped beneath.
Slowly, order is returning,
If that is possible,
And the attackers are repelled.
The sporadic gunfire ceases,
Sobered men turn to help
With the wounded.
Many break down,
As they see beloved friends,
Who will never see another sunrise.
Then, they look up with grim determination,
A hard glint is in their eyes.
They form into lines,
Receive their orders,
And move out,
Anger replacing calm
Hatred replacing impartiality
They do not get far,
Till they meet the enemy.

The sun looks down,
Watching the sweating men,
Fighting for their honor,
Their dead friends,
And their country.
It peers through
The black mist of gun powder,
And pities the wounded and the dead.
The young men,
Who will never see their mothers again.
The dedicated husbands,
Who will never hug their children,
Or kiss their wives again.
It watches the younger men,
The innocent boys,
Who never realized,
What they were asking for.
The thrill is now gone,
Reality sets in,
For some, it has come too late.
The sun can see their fear,
And it shines all the brighter,
So they can see whom they are fighting.
It is tired,
And it starts to slip
Lower into the sky.
It smiles,
As the men yell
Their victory sweet.
Grinning, the sun shoots brilliant flames
Of orange, pink and yellow
Across the sky.
But it sighs,
As it glances
Across the blood-stained land,
And a certain tall, young man,
Whose life is no longer promising,
Whose loyalties were stronger,
Than future.

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here is a cute little story I wrote..it was an assignment, has a funny story, in fact. I wrote it at work, and the assignment was for it to have no more than 55 words 4 letters or more. Well, I am a cashier, so I wrote it, and had it at 69 words, and so I wrote 69 on the top then put it down to tend to customers...through the day I got it down to 59. Well, the guy in the back told me that ppl kept looking at my paper and commenting on it, but I was like, o0kay, whatever, I don't care. Then this lady comes up, and it like..."you do know that you got a 59 on that paper, right?" And it suddenly dawned on me that everyone thought it was my grade! HAHA I turned the paper over after that.

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Howdy! My name is Jeremiah Wir, and I live with my pa in an old cabin. My pa says I am an odd child, but he’s proud of me. All but that one time…
I was ten, and of the curious sort. Not that I ain’t now, but anyhow, I like animals. Not a regular one, but the odd kind. Well, I was curious to know if anyone had tamed a possum. So one day I asked my pa. “Pa, can I get a possum?”
“You crazy, boy? Ain’t no one I ever knowed has had a possum for a pet!” But he thunk on it. “Ok son, go on and try it. Why not?”
So I did. But one day, I lost it. Next thing I knowed Pa is running out of the outhouse as fast as he can. I soon learned the difference between a possum and a skunk.
Now Pa is careful about the animals I bring home. But that is a different story.

[wounded_bird]

Thanks for the comic relief on the paper because the first two were such tragic tear jerkers. WOW! Good Job *sniff, sniff, boo hoo*

[Micaela]

thx..yeah, I write some depressing stuff..I really surprised myself with a humorous story, haha.