Colours
I sit with a blind man
As we eat our sandwiches,
I with tuna, his jam.
We chew in silence,
When suddenly he turns to me,
And asks,
"What are colours like?"
I pause.
"There is red," I eventually say, "ever-burning.
Think rage, and heat, and pain,
Think never-ending anger, the boiling away
of a setting sun, the vengeance of a lover spurned.
Punishment. And passion."
"But there must be more?" He wonders.
"Yes. There is blue.
Feel cool calm trickle over your mind like a tap unclosed. Tranquility,
your most peaceful moment.
Hear a thought skimming over water,
Lazily letting its feet skim the surface,
With no worries. T
Blood Money
BAM! The row of locker doors clanged as Johnny slammed into them, my fists curled inwards against his shirt. I stared down at him and bared my teeth, knowing that the gym was empty except for us. My shoes squeaked against the polished floor as I lifted him up.
"I'm not gonna ask you again, weed," I growled, "so give me some money for my lunch." He whimpered as he shook his head, and his lower lip began to tremble. I felt guilty, but I needed the money, after having left my own on the bus. Besides, this was how things worked at St. Peter's. He began to wheeze, and tried to grab the inhaler in his pocket.
"All right, shut up, you
Screaming, yelling,
Choking, aching,
What's going on inside my head?
The hurt, I can't explain away
With fact or logic.
I wish I could.
The world is cruel, it seems,
Desires of men the playthings of devils,
I'm tossed to the flames....
I SCREAM! and scream again,
Confusion fused into my heart,
Though not seamless, no, not simple.
But what I'd give for a life
Straightforward and simple,
A connect-the-dots existence,
I dream of. Where every
Choice is the right one, all
Decisions safe. Not this
Ever-fluctuating opposite.
I feel like crying, cursing, dying,
Why can't I, of all,
Know whats right & wrong?
I give up.
I give i
(Verse 1)
I never knew,
That there'd be these endless nights
Without you.
I never thought,
That we'd pass those happy months,
Our time so short.
And all my tears, and all the
Heart-broken years, ahead of me,
No longer here.
You always said
We would be together till the very end.
You always found
A way to cheer me up again, when I was down.
And all my fears, for all the
Up-coming years, away from you,
No longer here.
(Chorus)
No longer here,
And I'm missing your sweet touch
Beside me.
No longer here,
And I feel so alone.
No longer here,
Keep on wishing that this pain
Would leave me.
No longer here,
And I'm missing a
(Verse 1)
Walking down a road,
Walking down a road,
And I don't know where I'm going.
No I don't know where I'm going,
Just so long as it ain't near here.
And I'm off to a different place where,
Place where I can be free from this nightmare.
I feel trapped and alone
When you are there.
I have got to escape.
I'm leaving for a better life...
(Chorus)
'Cause I'm free and alive,
And I'm feeling strong and,
I just don't give a damn
About you.
As I head on my way,
It's gonna be a long walk home.
You can sit back and cry,
See, I no longer care,
You tried to hold me down
And I just can't stand it no more.
Now I'm running away f
Blue skies of fading pink,
Moonlight stroking through,
Stars unreal flicker in the skies.
He sets off briskly down the path,
Cold air surrounding him, hands buried
Beneath the fur of his coat,
Silence but for the ringing in his ears,
And his leather boots crunching through
The dying leaves beneath him, ever brown.
He glances up, breath quickens,
A sight unfolds, a woman sitting,
Patiently waiting for him by the shimmering lake,
His pace quickens and he reaches out,
But somehow she gets further away,
Too far to touch.
He breaks into a sprint now,
The trees beckon towards him,
Howling wind whips at his eyes
And he cannot see,
Family Tree
I had a mother
Whose freckled arms
Would beckon down homely hallways
Now bare and dusty.
I had a father too
And a large enough house.
An unshaven face home to his smile,
Living now far out of reach.
"Home" is a little-used word
From a mouth turned dry,
Emotions empty,
The blank slate of a mind.
After seven years
Scars fade, tears halt,
Two busy parents
No longer there to hold a hand.
Two sisters too,
A kaleidoscopic family,
Mother, Father, Siblings
All over the place.
Friends are family now.
Lasting longer, forever there.
Pocket Lint Of The Sky by blue-tomatos, literature
Literature
Pocket Lint Of The Sky
Pocket Lint Of The Sky
Deep in the pockets of the sky
Bouncing about,
They roll back and forth,
Like waves in an ocean.
Fluffy lint hover,
Dazzling white and murky grey,
Endless fields floating away
To get stuck in a mountain's pinch.
They envelope the sun with their
Smothering caress,
Everywhere and nowhere,
Bound to nothing but the space around.
Deep in the pockets of the sky,
Fluffy lint hover,
Dust of the rivers.
Wisps below the stars.
A tin man stood up and acknowledged the world.
Happiness cheered him.
Curiosity intrigued him.
Interest taught him.
Beauty attracted him.
Determination drove him.
Music played upon him.
Friendship calmed him.
Kindness shaped him.
The tin man traveled everywhere,
To the highest points and the lowest depths.
He made friends,
Helped enemies,
Learnt many things that fueled the
Flames of his curiosity so.
The tin man slowly went through each positive emotion,
Laughing every step of the way,
His eyes sparkling with happiness,
His heart complete,
His innocence untouched.
Until he came across Love,
And Love broke him.
No
Time Flies at a Standstill by blue-tomatos, literature
Literature
Time Flies at a Standstill
Surprising how fast time flies,
Yet seems to stand still for two people,
Arm in arm, Oblivious to the crowd,
The movings of the world around them.
No, all that matters to them is that single moment.
The clear tear that slides down her pale cheek,
The ghost of a sad smile upon his face.
A single kiss, lasting both forever yet only a flicker of time.
Those two people stood in the crowd,
Oblivious to the world,
And cherished the moment they had together one last time.
We crossed that marble floor
Together,
Left the building hand-in-hand.
Our shoes playfully danced across the ground,
Brother with Sister,
As we reached the crossing.
I gazed fondly into her young hazel-brown eyes,
Letting her run on ahead, her clear laughter echoing
A loving note through my heart.
But then, woe betide, my darling sister stopped
In the road to wave at her taller sibling whom she
Looked up to so.
I saw the bright red bus screeching down the hot tarmac.
I saw my sister laughing at me to hurry up, eyes full of life.
So I acted.
Now I'm lying on the ground,
Ice cold settling on my shattered bones.
My sister's tea
I Carry my Heart in a Suitcase by blue-tomatos, literature
Literature
I Carry my Heart in a Suitcase
I carry my heart in a suitcase,
Taking it everywhere I go,
Saving it for someone special, someone, somewhere,
Where it will be safe, kept, treasured,
Someone I trust, For my most precious gift,
But until then, I bolt the case, throw away the key,
Protect my heart from pain, To keep myself together,
I look after my weakest muscle, My bleeding sentiments,
Forever separate from my mind and choices.
Because I fear pain, Dread losing my heart once again, forever,
I fear for my heart, my affections, my feelings, So fragile
That they may yet still shatter into a million fragments,
To leave me with, but an empty shell in my cupped hands.
The hot droplets cascade upon her rosy red cheeks, As
she tries to drown herself in a shower, Drown
the sadness she can not escape, Her
eyes already blurred with tears, Her
skin already burned from the heat, Her
legs already buckling from the sorrow, Her
heart already throbbing with the unbearable pain of loss.
She misses his touch,
The feel of his breath on her skin
And the whispers of devotion murmured in her ears.
She envisions his face, his dark black hair,
His dimples and blemishes, his faults and flaws,
And misses him so.
The water slides down her bare back to arrive at her painted toes,
But she cares not.
The heat sears
Going Nuts with Sanity by blue-tomatos, literature
Literature
Going Nuts with Sanity
What more to say,
That has not been said?
I'm tearing in two,
My opinions divided,
A heart bisected,
A creeping sickness,
Settling on me,
I know the truth,
I can't admit it,
It hurts to think,
What more to say?
What more to think,
That has not been thought?
Whispering voices, creeping notions,
A realisation too painful to accept,
I'm going crazy, I can't handle this,
An itch in me I can't scratch,
My eyes sting with tears,
It won't be long,
But perhaps if I ignore it,
Everything will sort out...
What more to think?
What more to feel,
That has not been felt?
If this is life, how much worse is death?
If this is pain, ho
Current Residence: Homeless Favourite genre of music: Pop/Rock MP3 player of choice: iPod! Personal Quote: Never take life seriously. No one gets out alive anyway =P
I'm in singapore, all alone in the house, and I'm bored =) yes, I CAN hear you all screaming about wasting an opportunity like being in singapore by moping around the house...... but I'm pretending I can't :D
So, going on deviantART (after aaaages :P) and checking all my messages, I noticed all of harriet's journals answering those random quizzes that get passed round the net. And thought I'd do one =D here goes...
(x) been in love
(x) been dumped
(/) shoplifted (sort of. I stole one of 4 very pretty/shiny pebbles displayed around something they were actually selling. The stone was prettier though :D)
( ) been fired (never had a job?)
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I'm bored, I'm sitting at home doing nothing and my journal entry is OLD! With a capital O! Or is U? I can't spell....
Well not much happening down here in queenstown, I put in a couple new entries but they were more or less experimental. But comment anyway! I love comments! :D
Holidays are starting to get really boring, can't wait till school starts again (never thought I'd say those words... =P) Life seems so much interesting during the term time for some reason lol but thats probably because I can't really see any of my friends during the holidays...
Well thats all for now, leave comments, write poems, be honest, and smile!!!!!
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