When you star off into the sky,
looking at stars far far away.
Do you ever wonder, perhaps,
they're looking back?
Each little light in the sky,
a source of life. Peering down upon us,
watching. Maybe there is no heaven,
but there are critics.
Every star an eye, watching you.
Judging you.
Rejecting you.

Short Story Idea

I want to write a short story about some kind of elaborate, neurotic event, that the main character is narrating through their thoughts. And I want the whole story to take place in about an hours time. But that's all I got so far. Nothing has popped out at me or struck me with inspiration yet. If you have any ideas or comments about the idea please write them. I haven't gotten any comments on any of my blogs yet so I don't know what people think of them. So, Classmates I need your input, please and thank you.

Masquerade Ball

Masquerade
Disguised villains on parade
Masquerade
Hide yourself so the world will never find you
Masquerade
Every color, every shade
Masquerade
Hide yourself so the world will never know you

Who is who?
You'll never know
Their true faces will never show

Masquerade
Everyone a different shade
Masquerade
Protect yourself or your mask just might become you

Life is like my glove box.
Empty except for the most important information.
Moving through time without really knowing it.

Fallen cherry blossoms crawl across my toes. The bright green grass sways with the voices in the wind. As I stare off into the vast plains, I imagen the hundreds of men that laid on the ground I stand upon. How once these trees were witnesses to the most horrible events, but now honor their deaths with the beauty of their innocent spirits. Today, I watch the blue birds clash with the blood crimson sky, and pass through the suns last rays. They bring life to this once ocean of murder and men who didn't have the time to die. Fallen pedals kiss the skin on my feet, kisses left by the young soldiers who gave their lives to the land.

Short Story Idea..please comment

Troy and I met on the subway to work one day. The train was unusually crowded, so when I boarded the compartment there were no seats left. Uncomfortably, I maneuvered my way into a somewhat empty space just big enough to hold my petite figure. Stop after stop, more and more people boarded the train, unfortunately, very few got off. While, arriving at my destination, the doors to our over populated chamber slid open. Just as I take a step from my niche a flood of people flow through the isle and trample me. Thankfully, breaking my fall was a young man about early twenties, who was sitting in the seat behind me.
“Oh my! I’m so sorry” I cry out, awkwardly sitting on this handsome stranger. He simply chuckled at me with a magnificent glistening smile.
“It’s quite alright.” said the man with a captivating Australian accent. “Are you alright though?”
“Yes I’m fine, thank you.” I gazed into his big blue eyes, not as deep and vast as the oceans but dark and round like freshly picked blueberries still damp from the morning dew. After realizing just how hypnotizing his appearance is, I heard the doors of the subway train seal shut. Than, being distracted from his beauty, I also come to realize that I’m still sitting on his lap.

What if you were trapped on an island? Disoriented and scared, as night begins to fall. No one asked you what was that one thing you would take. No one gave you the choice to take someone along. Just, thrown into shear loneliness, worse than you've ever dreamed. 

Perhaps this wasn't your average island. The ocean doesn't slide upon the tropical shore line. The palms don't rattle in the night wind. There is no life here. For the island you landed on, is constructed of ice. The purest, life giving  thing on this planet, which is your demise. What you might usually dream about running to for escape has captured you, and now you might try to escape it. This endless desert of frozen sand, no sun, no heat, no life, except yours. However, at this moment no one knows you exist. Like Davy Jones Locker, you have died and gone to an unexpected hell. But wouldn't that be bitter sweet. 

So you live, for now. In the forever loneliness which is the glaciers stranded in the ocean. In a world when no one knows you're alive, do you truly exist?

Behind the Bowling Balls

Colorful balls, wait patiently in several perfectly organized lines. Hoping, that perhaps, today is their day. Today, someone just might come along to find that their weight, vision and holes, are just right for the anticipating selector. They spin you around, hold you firmly in their grip, and place you back on the rack. Continuing down the lines, the selector must make the decision soon. Finally, maybe it was your weight of a perfect 10 pounds, your extra shine or possibly even the simplicity of your vibrant color, but today, the selector came back to you. Now, in all your glory, you shall roll down the smoothly waxed hard floors and demolish every pins in your path. Make the selector proud to have chosen you as his bowling ball today.

Today, during lunch my friends and I were talking about our childhood. So I'd like to know if any of you remember the "Furby"? We were able to spend the entire period gossiping about how they use to never stop talking! Plus, their big buggy eyes always blinking and stairing at you. I know I've had some bad experiences with my old Furbys and if you did too, I'd love to heare about it.

"Best Friends

Amazing times lead to

Bad ideas involving

Crazy sleepovers while 

Drinking pickle juice like

Everything is so much

Funnier when 

Giant purple

Heartless try to kill you.

Incredibly we under estimate 

Just how little we sleep at Penn State.

Keeping secrets like when

Laying under the

Millions of stars, when

Noises scared us in the night.

Oh, how I've never seen you run so fast!

People stare and talk, however we are

Quite happy just the way we are.

Remembering our first stage fright and

Singing into the camera.

Taunting each others fears of the attic,

Untold stories of our emotions reveled.

Very few people have

What we have dear, keys on your

Xylophone don't fit as tight as us.

You and I forever from here to Broadway!

Zany antics to behold in our future, together.

Thanks Dad

I stare at you, but you don’t notice.
The tears in my eyes start to create waterfalls.
I sniff.
You turn your head towards mine, I panic.
Flinching the other way acting as if I didn’t want you to notice.
But I did.
A glimpse of crystal on my cheek catches your eye.
I want you to wrap your arms around me, tell me its ok, tell me you’re not going to leave.
You look at me with pity.
Ashamed of my tears? Ashamed of my weakness?
Or ashamed of the pain you’ve bestowed upon me, upon this family?
Abandon us and forever be gone.
No more shall I remember the fights!
No more shall we hear your roar!
Like a dictator, we became your prisoners.
We deal with your wrath no longer!
Leave us with the memories burned into our skulls.
He walked out the door with bags in hand, no longer our dictator, no longer our family, no longer our father.

His fingers stroke those keys
And every note says please
And every cord says, turn my way
Hearing that music play
Starts to change everything
Like sweet southern angels sing
The tune of a new life rings in my ears
A certain kind of love, lingers here
Haunting me
Taunting me
And I ask myself,
Why can't I sing it too?

Until I don't love you anymore

I'd walk through the fire

For one last time

Just to stand beside you

But what good would that do

How much longer must I wait

Until I don't care

Until I am sure

Until I am strong just like before

I will lie beneath the sky

'Til I don't love you anymore