| wow! i write stuff! |
| these are just random ramblings, i guess we can call it prose for the time being, that i've written. let me know what you think about it and stuff. |
| as i look out at the people passing by me on the bench, i wonder what they think about me. i hear their thoughts inside my head. some glance and notice my hari or my clothes. others look longer and see my eyes blackened with make up or my queer shivering. thousands of people must've passed that day. most without even a nod in my direction. what was minutes seemed like hours. then a kind soul came and sat next to me. he realized i was crying. he scooted closer and put his arm around me. his long, blonde hair curled inward at his chin which held a smile when i looked up at him. |
| blue woke up and looked out of her high-rise window at the sea. the sea was not supposed to be there. she was in st. louis. |
| his multi-colored spikes arbitrarily stab the air. the eyeliner thick black around his eyes. his nails painted dark purple. his pale skin shines with sweat from the hot lights on the stage. he plays his piano with a royal air. his voice rings in our ears as he sadly sings. the room is silent as he is done, but only for seconds. they didn't konw he could be so beautiful. |
| 'the pain in my head and throat are a mystery,' she wrote as her teacher droned on reading about wayne gretzky; she had no idea why. she had tried to read her own book but couldn't concentrate with her teacher talking. she decided she would try to write. 'why is the morning so beautiful and yet painful, just as birth,' she continued. she had no more to write. then she thought. 'why do we even have to learn about chemistry, anyway. most of the kids don't give a shit about it unless it explodes.' that was true. she looked at the clock. there were still twenty-five minutes left of class. she was tired of listening to everyone else's conversations; they weren't worth the ear strain. |