• marcie commented on the post, piano 5 years, 4 months ago

    “You’re no good at this, you know,” I whispered as she plucked away at the black and white keys slowly, playing out the tune of Mary Had a Little Lamb. A virtuoso, of all people, could not play the piano with grace, only the cello, flute, and so on.

    “True, but you’re no good at anything, from tying your shoes to scoring well on tests.…[Read more]

  • marcie commented on the post, efficient 5 years, 4 months ago

    I want to finish this for once. I want to finish this for once. I want to pick it up and put it in your hands and say, “Look what I did”, like a child. But I’m not a child. I can’t finish anything with pure determination and passion. Now I need incentive. And I hate this world for it.

  • marcie commented on the post, drought 5 years, 5 months ago

    “It’s raining,” she whispered, voice as soft as a feather to the skin except instead it tickled my ears like a vibration in the wind. “It’s been so long, I almost forgot there’s an ocean out there, somewhere. I hope we can see it one day. I hope it’s not gone when we get there.”

  • marcie commented on the post, overjoyed 5 years, 5 months ago

    Overjoyed. I hadn’t really known a word existed until now. But I’ve known the feeling; mostly when you smiled at me or when I laughed too hard at your terrible jokes. Yes, I’ve been overjoyed.

  • marcie commented on the post, seldom 5 years, 5 months ago

    I seldom ever cry anymore, and sometimes it feels like a good thing, but other times it feels as though it’s bottling up in my chest and slowly drowning my lungs. Then, like a faucet of a sink, it all comes raining down but I’m okay. I can breathe.

  • Every thing I’ve ever built was torn down by someone who was the ghost of their childhood. And instead of building it stronger, it seemed I became so weak that whispers and a soft breeze would knock me back.

    Then I learned to stop building castles under moonlight, and while I sacrificed seeing the stars, I kept company with cotton white clouds…[Read more]

  • marcie commented on the post, timid 5 years, 5 months ago

    I’ve never heard your voice tremble nervously,
    and I’ve never seen you shiver in the cold.
    But I’ve felt your timid fingers on my skin,
    and you don’t think I’m real, or so they told.

  • marcie commented on the post, prisoner 5 years, 5 months ago

    A prisoner probably lives a better life than I,
    for freedom has gotten me nowhere,
    but to waste years indulging my dreams.