There I stood in the snow, my breath hanging in the air then disappearing. It had been falling for hours; the snowflakes whispering their sweet song to the Earth, putting it to sleep for the winter. Snow blanketed the Earth, its icy grip slithered up my legs. The trees were covered in a thin coating of ice, and a few icicles hung off the branches, giving each tree a mouth-like appearance. The trees surrounded me in their crystalline beauty, and bowed. The wind shook them and the snow fell off and landed in piles.
I bent down, and reached for some snow. I packed it into a small ball and threw it at the trees, in hope of getting one icicle
There I stood in the snow, my breath hanging in the air then disappearing. It had been falling for hours; the snowflakes whispering their sweet song to the Earth, putting it to sleep for the winter. Snow blanketed the Earth, its icy grip slithered up my legs. The trees were covered in a thin coating of ice, and a few icicles hung off the branches, giving each tree a mouth-like appearance. The trees surrounded me in their crystalline beauty, and bowed. The wind shook them and the snow fell off and landed in piles.
I bent down, and reached for some snow. I packed it into a small ball and threw it at the trees, in hope of getting one icicle
We share the blueberries Mama left for us, the juice staining our fingers and our lips. We eat them with the solidarity that figure skating partners would give their perfect souls for, and in the ecstasy of our union stained with blues and purples like the hues of the skies just before sunset, we are content. It is 1984 and we are barely able to comprehend anything but each other.
"You need friends," Mama whispers with her venom-like breath and her love belied by her lack of understanding. She does not understand. We have friends. We are friends. The simple harmony and the symmetry that breaks only with the soft marring of birthmarks on my
cross my heart, hope to die by rapidograph, literature
Literature
cross my heart, hope to die
I page through a ratty copy of People magazine
like it really means something, it flutters by
as I stare at my shoelaces in the pale green lobby,
faces, places, so slow, Sweet-N-Low
The doctor comes in
ringing his hands like a Greys Anatomy actor,
we counted 36 pills so far
shes going to be okay but a little sleepy
and the number 36 echoes in my head
when one of those raw pristine moments takes me away
and Chuck Es in Love comes in over the monitors
Do you remember
when you made fun of me?
Do you remember
when I had a crush on Rickie Lee Jones
because she rhymed
* Mood: dA Love
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Just to update you...
I made third chair trumpet which is good considering the worst was ninth chair. Since then I have had one concert in which I had a solo. It went great!
My fish are still alive, and happy.
I have picked up amigurumi! If you don't know what that is go look it up!
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Hello guys! I just felt like updating you on some stuff that's going on in my life!
First of all I bought me some goldfish! They are two baby Orandas living in my 10 gallon aquarium. They have an Aqueon Quietflow10 for a filter and seem to be very happy. I'm officially a novice fish hobbyist! Their names are Jasper and Cornelius and I love them so much! I won't post pictures unless you want me to, so if that's the case speak up!
Also Friday was September 11th as you all know... although I was not directly effected by this awful occurrence the day is still full of sorrow to me... I can't help but imagine the last moments of those who died on