Comments Posted By Mara
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Light me up, shake me down, rotate this frown
see the silver lining in the clouds
and we’ll go up, up, up in flames
» Posted By Mara On 03.18.2012 @ 11:28 am
Your eyes shone upon me,
so crystal clear lightning shook through them,
and your hand grazed my shoulder as we sat on the cold curbside
and waited for the sun’s bright rays.
» Posted By Mara On 03.17.2012 @ 10:33 am
We swing life away in such a way that the momentum will let it all fly away one day if we make one single mistake.
» Posted By Mara On 03.06.2012 @ 4:31 pm
ran down her face. she’d been running for a while now, the biting high desert wind cutting into bones. Her sweat felt like frozen lines on her face, her sweat staining and freezing the light material of her cotton blouse.
» Posted By Mara On 03.03.2012 @ 11:21 pm
Drip with frustration as he
walks out the door
slams shut and you are sitting there
guessing where he’ll go
and your throat is sore from the
argument and your voice is shaking
as you pray and the tears just
fall from your eyes like
lost words you should’ve said.
» Posted By Mara On 03.03.2012 @ 12:53 pm
Always wanted one. I want some, once I am older, on some cute ranch in Wyoming. They will be named murphy and sal and henry and ericson.
» Posted By mara On 02.10.2012 @ 10:57 pm
You’ve got limitations on your mind,
rickety fences to knock over,
a psychological boundary to push past,
and no sledgehammer in sight.
» Posted By Mara On 02.07.2012 @ 4:32 pm
You think you’re a broken, rough Indian,
Living in tanned skin huts with your beaded things
You say you’ve seen famine and war paint.
You say you can beat the White Men with their muskets-
Beat them all like a dance drum-
But arrows fall short of the lead missile roaring to you
And your brown skin runs red like the campfire,
You still charge into the failing battle
But your mad horse eyes show fear.
» Posted By Mara On 02.03.2012 @ 7:26 pm
I’ve never really thought of myself more than just average. Sure there are sudden spurs when I like that reflection in the mirror, but my personal term is “Pretty Potential”.
I’ve got potential, maybe one day you’ll see it.
» Posted By Mara On 11.23.2011 @ 8:33 pm
people sacrifice on a daily basis. firefighters and cops and soldiers. i don’t sacrifice anything. i’m selfish. what can i possibly do to make a difference? i’m such a failure, but i don’t know how to change anything about it. whether you believe in religion or not…. some people believe that jesus made the ultimate sacrifice of all. who would do these things for the common man? i wish i could.
» Posted By Mara On 10.29.2011 @ 1:19 pm
Be still my heart, stop
your savage chase;I’ve found the
start of it; just you.
» Posted By Mara On 10.28.2011 @ 2:38 am
the stacks are great, her legs it moves closer, like cars on a heavy traffic, like light, does it want to be touched?
» Posted By Mara On 10.11.2011 @ 12:57 am
We were sweet like Sugar
On the mouths of innocents.
We were fiery like Cayenne
On warm July afternoons,
Before we turned bitter like Salt
On washed-away shores of Greece;
And I miss our Tabasco love
And our Molasses words, thick and lovely-
But I don’t miss your Cinnamon lies,
My Honey Dear.
» Posted By Mara On 09.03.2011 @ 8:51 am
I to soak up your love like a sponge, and stare at you with mad horse eyes and ponder the stars and their need to implode upon themselves when the going gets rough. I want this, with you.
» Posted By Mara On 09.01.2011 @ 5:13 pm
from bugs and it is NOT VEGAN
makes me sad because little buggies die because people want fancy clothes
but so many nice things are made from it and so it is hard to buy a good scarf
also other things are called silk
like tofu!! and soy milk!!
» Posted By mara On 08.24.2011 @ 3:21 am
i feel like i missed this summer. its gone. done. over. what did i do with it? worked. didn’t do any of the cliche summer fun things. just worked. i felt like i had no regrets as it was taking place, but now that its gone, i realized i skipped a whole 3 months of really living. i skipped over the best time in a teens year. i missed my entire summer.
» Posted By mara On 08.19.2011 @ 9:46 pm
Holy good god of teenagers, so i want to accomplish that verb within the next year and 5 months. *wish*.
» Posted By Mara On 08.10.2011 @ 1:12 am
the level that a person is at in their life. Are they mature? DO they think on different levels of emotion, of mental and emotional hardships? Do they know what they what on all levels of life–with family, with love, with friendship and spirituality and passion?
» Posted By Mara On 08.03.2011 @ 2:47 pm
it appears when you don’t expect it to. bright, invasive, silent, but brings with it something so destabilizing that you instinctively want to cower and crumble to the ground. how many times does lightning strike in your life? can you ever avoid it? dark clouds, warning signs, can help. you can see them, they float above you and are there no matter how hard you try to hide. you can avoid them, but the second you step outside – and you’ll have to at some point, always – they’ll be there waiting. now you can be told not to do reckless things: don’t stand in a field, don’t use an umbrella, don’t sit against a tree.. that doesn’t mean people don’t do it. and like many things in life, sometimes you just have to learn the hard way and step out into the rain.
» Posted By Mara On 07.26.2011 @ 2:54 am
The microwave beeps, making me jump. I remember how we’d used to hide before it reached the end, because it was a bomb or something in our minds. She pulls the bag of popcorn out with her wiry fingers. I watch as her frame disappears into the living room, her pale skin almost glowing in the dark like a skeleton.
She’s taken a turn for the worst lately. Popcorn is the only thing she eats–and she makes me eat more than half the bag. I watch as she grows skinnier still.
And even though I know we’re both just counting the seconds till she dies, I can’t help feeling that pang of jealousy.
» Posted By Mara On 07.23.2011 @ 7:15 pm
I’ve been drawing all day. The first picture was of a house, but it wasn’t exactly a house. It was all disconnected and out of place. Inside the house is a swingset. Sometimes I see swingsets in my nightmares, and also the pond beside my house. I never have violent dreams. Just ones where I’m being chased, or trapped. But I draw my nightmares out on paper, and it makes them go away.
» Posted By Mara On 07.20.2011 @ 11:26 am
The cigarette butt spews a bevy of cinders as she gives it a harsh blow. The gold and black debris, dances in the clear blue sky, mesmerizing her in its simple beauty. Stained teeth part as she inhales the cloud of smoke, completing the cycle.
It’s important somehow to savor this moment, when all worries have been eschewed. Where things are simple, beautiful even. Tomorrow everything changes. Tomorrow nothing will be beautiful.
» Posted By Mara On 07.15.2011 @ 9:08 pm
Smile. Curtsy. Let the applause surround you as you know you’ve done a wonderful job. Take a bow, let the curtain fall, and return to your normal everyday existence. All the world’s a stage, after all.
» Posted By Mara On 07.14.2011 @ 1:29 pm
My musings lately are of beauty and all its morals, the self of it that has settled itself upon me not unlike a plague. In everything, I recognize something I love. I now refuse to think of words such as “plague” and “death” as ugly. Endings can be beautiful too. My perspective is so changeable that in a week I don’t doubt I’ll be thinking about the ugliness in everything.
» Posted By Mara On 07.12.2011 @ 2:48 pm
mean. I don’t think there is any proper way to describe you, other than the word, mean. You broke up with me, and had the guts to ask my friend out to prom. What’s wrong with you? Why do you have to repeatedly shatter my heart? It’s cruel, it’s unusual, it’s just plain MEAN.
» Posted By Mara On 07.11.2011 @ 5:42 am
“We’re a cast in a play, my dear. We each play a lead role but to everyone else we’re just extras.” His eyes turned slate-gray, as exposed as I’d ever seen them, as truthful as his words.
“That’s a sad philosophy.” But I silently agreed. “I’ve never been a lead role, though, not even in my one life.”
“Then it’s time you start.” He rose and left me to wonder whether my life is my own or not. It’s always been acted as though not mine, as if I was a piece to be moved around to make sense in the current scene, a prop, if you will. I am moved in the dark so I can’t tell where I’m going.
» Posted By Mara On 07.06.2011 @ 11:20 am
The crane. It builds buildings. It has the power of 1,000 hard working men. Yet it only takes one man to control such an amazing power. And in one mistake, all could fall apart. Just as with our lives. Just as with every aspect of our beings.
» Posted By Mara On 07.03.2011 @ 9:31 pm
Wade, I wade, and there’s a tree by the river. I could reference so many things but right now I just want to dive underwater and make sure every bit of me is submerged, leaving nothing behind or dry. I want to make sure I’ve still got you when I come out of this river, and not find you dying by the side of the street when I walk home.
I found you dying once and nursed you back to health. Now we both wade into the river, the level at our knees, and it gets deeper as we go along. Dive in with me. Let’s find ourselves.
» Posted By Mara On 06.29.2011 @ 1:04 pm
Her eyes were dark in the daytime, but looked so small when the moon was out. She had sunshine in her and he was as vacant as the end of a rainbow.
He felt lost, now, lost as he’d ever been, and secretly prayed to be found; she would seek him out like a knight in shining armor. And he was in distress. But it was what had to be done.
Now, they were alone, just two, and the energy about them both couldn’t be denied. She was wearing a blue dress and her eyes were pale in the dark night, and he felt less alone.
» Posted By Mara On 06.27.2011 @ 1:56 pm
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As soon as I saw these words on the screen, the thought of him failing, and ultimately dying haunted me. My lacy gloves were scattered on the floor, a reminder of the place we once were and the things we once did. I failed to save him and this thought would haunt me for my entire existence, I had failed. My failure was their, the organization I had strived to kill since I found out about them.
» Posted By Mara On 06.24.2011 @ 11:57 am