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The trains are whispering
» Posted By Cerulean On 09.05.2013 @ 6:34 pm
I woke with welts along my arm.
I didn’t realize that dreams did so much harm.
» Posted By Cerulean On 09.01.2013 @ 2:03 pm
The flowers will either wilt when they’re ready
Or when your hand on the can becomes unsteady
So pour a little water across the wishes I left
Before I put the feelings to rest
» Posted By Cerulean On 08.31.2013 @ 7:08 pm
The flowers learn to wilt
before they learn to smile.
» Posted By Cerulean On 08.31.2013 @ 6:44 pm
The voices around her were only whispers in her head. The faces were so blurred, the world so indistinct. All she could hear were her stomach’s constant cries. Crying, crying, crying. She tried to wipe the tears away, screaming inside for the sake of pure discipline.
She was determined to win this fight.
Yet in only a moment, her body was sprawled across the floor.
» Posted By Cerulean On 12.12.2012 @ 3:30 pm
The wallpaper was torn, dust scattered across the living floor like the ashes of a destroyed past. There was a little table with broken legs in the center of the room. On it, a telephone rang. It rang and rang and rang.
“You’ve reached the Dorsey family. Sorry, we’re unavailable. Please leave a message after the beep!”
The same message, every time.
Yet no one ever came.
» Posted By Cerulean On 12.11.2012 @ 8:08 pm
“There are teaching methods, there are multiplication methods, there are grading methods, childcare methods, memorization methods, there are methods to everything! But there’s absolutely no method for getting out of this.”
“Karen,” He inched towards her, and she couldn’t help but let him. “What we have is the best method of all.” The young, married man kissed the teacher, and she slowly shut out the brutal reality around her.
» Posted By Cerulean On 12.09.2012 @ 8:54 pm
I knew that I loved him the moment I saw him pour the lemonade. It spilled all over the table and quickly, he rushed to clean it up, apologizing repeatedly as he threw side-glances my way. I didn’t want perfection; I wanted him, clumsy, kind him.
» Posted By Cerulean On 06.16.2012 @ 6:37 pm
It was only a brief moment. I caught a glimpse of his eyes just before he turned and walked away. The door never slammed; it just shut, so simply and so quietly. I wish it had slammed, I wish the moment hadn’t been so quiet, and most of all, I wish that single moment in time could’ve been just a bit longer.
» Posted By Cerulean On 06.12.2012 @ 12:45 pm
Switching is hard. Whether it’s switching homes, switching grades, switching lifestyles, switching always demands our own courage. Yet, we can’t be afraid to switch or else we will done day be afraid of life itself.
» Posted By Cerulean On 06.11.2012 @ 12:21 pm
Only a few seconds ago, I was chatting a friend on facebook, and they asked, “Why are you so pessimistic?” You know, what bugs me the most is when people start asking about why you are who you are. I’m not going to change just because you want me to and if you don’t like it, then too bad. Because what I think most people don’t see is the fact that I’m trying.
I’m trying real hard.
When will it all pay off?
» Posted By Cerulean On 06.08.2012 @ 10:37 pm
I hear the coffee grinder every morning, and that how I know life still goes on. That’s how I know I’m still a child. As I lie in bed, looking up at the ceiling, I hope that there will never be a day where I that simple sound must cease to exist.
» Posted By Cerulean On 06.08.2012 @ 6:25 am
Jelly. It’s actually a sad novelty if you think about it. Never do we eat jelly by itself. The fact that there are some things on this world–like jelly–that are forced to be dependent on others, is a bit sad. Sometimes, we’ve all got a bit of jelly inside of us.
» Posted By Cerulean On 06.06.2012 @ 11:30 am
When we think of treaties, we often think about peace and compromise. However, in many cases, we forget the amount of loss embedded within a treaty. The Treaty of Versailles, for example, had extreme consequences for the Germans. Peace doesn’t always mean happiness.
» Posted By Cerulean On 06.05.2012 @ 3:40 pm
Being lost is emptying. We’re all lost–one way or another, being emptied of everything we used to know, finding that what we had thought was the truth, maybe isn’t so.
» Posted By Cerulean On 06.04.2012 @ 2:16 pm
Putting the cap on something can either be an act of cowardice or an act of total and complete courage. Sometimes, we run away from our past. We are too afraid to face it–and therefore, we just put a cap on it and try to forget. Yet, there are sometimes when forgetting the past is a good thing, and we just need to move on. So maybe sometimes, we just need to be brave enough to move on and put the cap on our past.
» Posted By Cerulean On 06.03.2012 @ 4:35 pm
I am the convict, trying to escape my past. Yet, it’s hard to run away when you have left such memorable scars on this world. Although I’ve escaped many times, freedom is something else entirely.
» Posted By Cerulean On 06.01.2012 @ 4:44 pm
Sometimes, we just have too much on our plates. Sometimes, we just need to start juggling two balls instead of three. Sometimes, we just need to let go of the mess we’ve put ourselves into. For the hassles that cloud our daily lives, are what prevent us from seeing what is truly beautiful.
» Posted By Cerulean On 05.31.2012 @ 7:55 pm
We all want to be the reporter: the one who finds the big secret, or uncovers the new biggest story. We are so intrigued by the possible fame that could result from this, that we tend to overlook the story itself. Is that who you want to be? Is that you?
» Posted By Cerulean On 05.30.2012 @ 11:40 am
My ideas are like a building, reaching towards the sky. The windows look out towards reality, yet dreams are stored inside. So finely detailed and perfected they are. My dreams are never ending, a million stories high. So then, why don’t they come true?
» Posted By Cerulean On 05.29.2012 @ 12:17 pm
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I have this dilemma; I don’t really know how to explain it, but basically, I don’t want to be the person I am. I want the past to just erase itself, and I want the future to be unwritten. I want a clean slate, but I’m being held back by what people see me to be. I’m not me.
» Posted By Cerulean On 05.28.2012 @ 1:56 pm