I'm not going to paste my entire short story on here because the format always gets screwed up but here is the link to this story i wrote the other day.
It might not seem like it at first but it's about being brave enough to accept the things you cannot change and to change the things you can.
also, the writing style is a lot "braver" i suppose you could say with the words i use.
keep in mind please, that i was writing this for a school assignment and was supposed to keep it to 6 pages at the maximum. That proved to be impossible so i splurged for 9 (oh, the bravery!)
it's still not how i imagined it because i had to cut it so short but oh well. one day i will return to it.
Friday, December 4, 2009
Don’t worry your pretty little head, little one
Daddy’s gone elsewhere tonight
You don’t have to worry about the
Look he gets in his eyes
When he’s had too much to drink
And when the liquor just wasn’t enough
To declaw the demon in his mind.
Don’t lose any sleep, little one,
Daddy’s gone elsewhere again tonight
And he’s taken his brown bottle with him
To the place where we wish he wouldn’t leave.
When he’s elsewhere we are safe
And when he’s elsewhere we’re okay
That is why we must leave.
Don’t be scared, little one.
We’re going elsewhere tonight.
So pack your bags and get dressed.
We’re leaving for the next train leaving town.
Don’t waste your time looking over your shoulder
He’s not here, he doesn’t know,
He’s gone elsewhere.
Where is elsewhere you ask?
Elsewhere is anywhere but here.
Elsewhere can be our safe haven
Elsewhere can be our hell on earth.
We’ll find out when we get there.
Posted by Destinee at 11:30 PM
When you left, you took my breath with you
The longest hour and a lifetime away from home.
And now my lungs are tired and as dry as stone.
So I sit silent and alone, rocking the ruins of my heart to sleep.
From their shining diamond mouths like tears they sing,
And it is the most heart wrenching song you’ll ever hear.
If by chance the melody followed the air so you could hear
You wouldn’t care; the sound of death wouldn’t even phase you.
Apathy has sewn your mouth closed, never again will you sing
Never again will you’re heart allow yourself to call another home.
All you’ll know is loneliness, when you wake, when you sleep
You’ll be alone, you and your heart of stone.
Do you remember, when I would wake to the tapping of a stone
On my bedroom window? That was before you refused to hear
The world out; that was before you’d crawl in bed and sleep
Blocking out the cries and laughs that make up the world around you.
When the moon was stretching over the sky you’d find me at home
And together, in perfect harmony with the earth, we would sing.
But now you refuse to listen, you refuse to sing.
The world is too much for you; you think it’s only as cold as stone.
You don’t understand the precious balance upon which we find our home.
Negative, ugly things, that made your heart hurt was all you could hear.
So you gave up, shut yourself up, and refused to let anyone near you.
That is why your dreams are painted in pain and anguish when you sleep.
I tried to calm your dreams, to let you breathe easy in sleep
But you denied my deepest attempts, refused to listen to me sing.
And that is why when you left, even though my heart broke, I let you.
You became unreachable in your self-imposed silence, as stubborn as stone.
That is when my heart began to cry out the song you wouldn’t hear
The song that begged you to find yourself back in my arms, at home.
For the sake of my heart I wish you would come home
No matter how long I rock the broken pieces it can’t— it won’t sleep
In time I’ll learn another way to reason with it so it will hear
I’ll tell it you’re not the only reason to live, there are many other songs to sing.
Already my lungs are learning to breathe again, resurrecting from stone.
So, one day my heart will be whole, my lungs alive, and they will forget you.
I’ll find myself at home, and I’ll sing.
And while you sleep on your bed of stone,
You will weep as you hear me breathe without you.
There is a song that the siren sings
That dulls the pain and clouds the mind
Young sailors don’t yet know what evil it brings
Or that they’re about to leave their entire life behind.
The melody crawls along the waves to their waiting ship
To catch any unlucky man on deck alone
They don’t realize its claws seizing their heart in its cold grip,
Pulling them into the fog, into the dark unknown.
When their body washes up onto the sandy shore
She’ll fall to her knees and wail to the sea’s ebb and flow
They’re not the one she was calling to, the one she sung for
They’re not her lover lost to the dark waters so long ago
Their cold, colorless corpse mocks her suffering, her every sigh
And once again her soul tears open and begins the deadly cry.
A different version of Siren Song.
Have you ever had a secret?
The kind of secret you’re always thinking about?
The kind that keep you up at night as it
Gnaws on your cerebrum like some disgruntled lapdog?
The kind that keep you from staring too long into people’s eyes
Cause you’re afraid they’ll see it deep down in your corneas?
If you say no, we’ll know you’re lying.
Everyone has had a secret and
Everyone’s scared that someone knows.
I know, it's a bit different from what i usually write...
Posted by Destinee at 11:28 PM
I’m not perfect, you’ll soon figure that out
I’m human, a potential pillar of salt, like Lot’s wife
I worry about what might happen next
And wonder “what if” as I get older
My mind must think it’s training for a marathon
Because in all my years it’s never stopped running
Paranoia slips in and out of my thoughts
And Melancholy has found itself a home
When you talk to me and I don’t answer
My eyes are focused on something else
And my thoughts are too.
Some call it being spacey- a regular astronaut
Some call it being ditzy- your dumb blonde stereotype.
I call it being lost in your own thoughts
Having so much to think about
That each train of thought fights for your attention
Until it’s like a battlefield, bloody brain waves strewn about.
So like I said, I’m not perfect,
A galaxy or two away perhaps,
If I’m lucky.
we were supposed to write something about "personal identity", only, everything i wrote was waaaay too personal. So this is what i turned in. I'm not happy with it. At all.
Posted by Destinee at 11:27 PM