The Desolate Hill

I stand on a desolate hill

My arms wide open

I feel the zephyr caress my face

I feel my mind unwind

As it entwines its icy fingers through mine

I see a creamy moon

Trying to find its place

In the evanescent purple-blue melange

I see the leaves of the elm

A bunch of departed souls, perhaps

Waiting to be carried away..

To be free...

All so peaceful,still and benighted.

I hear his voice call my name.

Ever so enticing. I smile.

He drapes his arms around my waist.

'Theres always light in the darkness',he whispers

I close my eyes.

He Lifts me off the desolate hill,

The hushed sound of his opalescent wings,

The eternal ethereal lullaby.

Monochrome..

Well...

Black and white.

They don't have shades. Black is Black and White is White.

You'll NEVER hear anyone say light black or dark black or light white or dark white.cuz they dont exist!!....

Their both pure in their own ways.Even if white always symbolises purity.But WHY???

Theres no white without black and vice versa. There can never be light without dark but it DOESNT work the other way 'round. And so, black wins!haha...

They compliment each other so beautifully. A perfect match of contrast.

Pretty random thot...but wtv.

Mired In Milieu

When your lost, you don't know where to be
When your lost, you can't seem to see
When your lost you can't go back
'cause when your lost, you don't know where your at.


Caught in an endless maze you yearn,
To be free and watch the walls around you burn,
Hoping the smoke will show thee,
A world of endless possibility.


Or sometimes be weightless and hope,
That the smoke was heaven's rope,
Fear,escapism, call it what you please,
But i shall be forever thankful to the fire fer the release.


Looking down at the maze I see,
There infact was a way out-to be free,
Probably would've broken down the walls,
Finally victorious, bruises and all.


Would've met a few people along the way,
People fer whom bruises are a small price to pay,
People fer whom in the maze id stay,
I'd have had a reason to live another day.

Hey,thats private!

Dear adult,
Teen privacy.Sound familiar?...Look at the last item on your priority list....
Yup.....thereya go!.

Dear teen,
Well, youll know where to find it.

Its funny how ive managed to encapsulate my opinion bout a bloody phone in this blog.-_-

Im 16 fer cryin out loud!! An adolescent.I have my rights.I know my limits.i do.But what i do not acknowledge is the lack of opportunity to prove it.Honsetly,U cant really do anything or Anyone through the phone!
If you dont try and learn what gets me upset..how can u expect me not to complain huh?
Am i the one blowing her head off round the house?YOU scream.YOU complain. whos the bloody adult here?Enlighten me.Im confused.
Rebel...yea...that leads to being grounded.But dont u understand tha thats gonna lead to nuthin but more rebellion....?!..DO the math!
yea....security locks would always lead u to think that i would have sumthin to hide..BUt u know what?..
its a bloody reminder to respect your daughters privacy,get ur hands off her phone ans slowly back off!...

Trust.And when you give her a chance and she messes up,you will be able to tell her that u gave her a try.SHe will learn.She is human.
Think!Put yourself in her position for once and learn to understand that PRIVACY is inevitable and if you dont give it...you can be bloody sure she will take it..

And then you call it Indiscipline.
I call it mere Desperation!

WHy do u hafta know every bloody detail of what goes on in my life?!
DO i know yours?NO
Do i care?HEll no!

Invectives

Whether or not it would make a difference is highly irrelevant at this point;because fer me,i really need to know.I really do.

Its strange when a person who knew u existed for like about 4 years just liked to abuse you and put you down all the time but suddenly becomes friendly for no apparent reason at all.It makes me wanna ask myself what i did right or rather, what i did wrong.

I wanna know your muse fer having come back after all this time.Why?Did everyone reject you?cuz u know what?I wudnt blame em.You change soo often,its really hard fer a person to register who u are exactly.But after all the insults and humiliation and hurt, i have no bloody reason to put up with you whatsoever.NO i fuckin dont.It doesnt work that way u Ignoramus being!

But i will confess,i am curious and i will not make an effort to try and curb what i feel.
It wouldnt really matter now-all the things you do and all the things you say cuz what you did and said has been etched in memory.Your bloody insecurity. You didnt even bloody know me..Its the brutal truth that we often;no,always fail to see the inner beauty that is overshadowed by what we look like on the outside.

Hey, im still the same girl you met four years ago....I still am.
But somewhere in myself, i try to find the strength to let go of the past and embrace what is to come hoping it will shadow what was....

no chance,no way....

so its the end of everything...of every event that every brought us together.
no,u dont get another shot at it..no u dont get it back..its all gone now...
all over..
you keep tryin to tell urself that u wont get another chance to look him in the eye and tel him that u love him..that u alwayz have..that its alwayz been him.
but u cant find the courage in you to do that..u fight the urge in you to do that cuz u doubt hed feel the same way and ud go home wid a broken hearta dn tears rollin down ur cheek..
uve alwayz felt that way but now,did it really matter?are u ever gonna look into those honey brown eyes agen? u cant tell...u cant be sure...so u debate..so u ask yourself again...standing there in the middle of an empty field,while u can still here his voice...u look over to see if hez lookin at u...





but hez not....

AMBIVALENCE OF LOVE

thou so flawless,

whose iridescent colours merge,

like how river meets ocean,

so beautiful that no being

born or never will be

such your beauty lies unmatched

may this remain platonic,

pure....

unique how that word

describing thou with such simplicity

so serene that merely

thought of still water,

should seem most disturbing,

what lies within,so hard to read

that puzzles of life seems like childs play

my thoughts cringe

seeping into yours

thou so sedate

my insides yearn

beg for u to thaw

such your startling form

the heavens should cringe

to see you pass

such a light

ample yet rare