tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71797242979327164052024-02-19T06:59:35.775-08:00Floating"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful that the risk it took to blossom." - Anais NinEverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.comBlogger185125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-79535139732766149942015-02-23T18:30:00.000-08:002015-02-23T18:30:38.073-08:00On The Religion of the Trees<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The tree gazed at the sun, reaching, as her mother before, had reached. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Days,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">to weeks,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">to decades.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Lives spent trying so hard to touch. To grow tall enough to be warmed.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One day, a boy sat beneath her branches. Her gaze broke downward. So strange. This boy sat still, soaking in the sun.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But unlike her, he moved.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">He smiled.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">People approached him and he laughed.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The sunlight poured itself upon him, graciously, endlessly, and he needn't stretch to be welcomed by it. When he was warmed, he left.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She watched around her more from then on. Her friends around her lengthened. Their arms, ached. But they were ceaseless in their need of light and warmth.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Around them an entire world moved, and breathed. They could not see.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her eyes, unused to a such variance, began to learn. The earth seemed closer now. Her friends looked only upward. She began to seem a mirage to them.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">More days she spent observing the ground beneath her, while her friends and sisters grew up. They grew upwards, and eventually lost all sight of her.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But the world saw her. The people and animals began to recognize the glint in her eyes.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her knowledge.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Her roots began to move in their dirt blankets. More loose by the day. She could see eye to eye with the boy when he came to sit beside her. Until one day, she lifted he legs from the dark, and sat herself.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Warm in the ever giving sun's embrace.</span></b></div>
Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-3984100609564233962015-02-15T19:49:00.005-08:002015-02-23T21:40:52.110-08:00Where Minds Meet<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">A smoky room with</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Familiar warmth</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In every glance.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: right;">
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Beautiful music pours</div>
</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Casually</span><span style="font-size: large;"> from six guitars.</span></div>
</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Songs so terribly </span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">unique,</span></div>
</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: right;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">That we'll forget soon.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Throats soar from an excess</span><br /><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Of smoke</span><div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">And laughter.</span><br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">This is home.</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">We spend all the last $20</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">For tremendous amounts</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Of $2 beers<br />To warm up<br /><i>Another Winter's night.</i></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Everyone is a little bit</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: right;">
Hungry</div>
</span><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But </span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>full</b></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> of conversation</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">And open to</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Thoughts</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Worth</span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
Every</div>
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><div style="text-align: right;">
Penny</div>
</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">That we can't claim.</span></div>
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Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-90983957069451838332015-02-08T21:45:00.002-08:002015-04-02T06:46:19.634-07:00Flames<span style="font-size: x-large;">It is the cool glide of ink</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">That leads her-</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Hand goes heart-ward</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Breeding, kneading</span></div>
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The toughness from its flesh:</div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>The beat is back.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">It is him,</span> <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">The Moon</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">,</span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> cool pull</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><b>Dragging the blood through her veins.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The tide is crimson and</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Thick,</b></span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">quick as sand</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">The sorrow has ebbed,</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="font-size: large;">The storm has stilled.</span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The stars are<i> </i></span><i>ageless</i><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In his eyes</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The sky is blue curls around</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">His fingers</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><i>His voice flows in waves.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><i>The room leans in.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>His words gently bend us</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>Trees in wind,</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>Collide,</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Fall.</span><br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">The earth is softer now.</span></i>Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-53784666560664458272015-02-08T21:44:00.002-08:002015-02-23T21:42:56.958-08:00The City's Song<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The sky above </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">buckles,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As buildings pierce it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">A thousand clear blood-drops pour</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">On a city: breathing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And the light goes on,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">darling the life goes on.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Sun or no,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">They carry the light in their eyes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The bustling luminescence</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The buzz consumes them</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And they carry it,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In their briefcases,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In the knots of their ties</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">(Hidden under hats).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And the light goes on,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">darling the life goes on.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">The music carries them,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Follows them,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Flows through them.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The colors of them shine on, endless.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And the light goes on,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">darling the life goes on.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Can you feel the melody</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">moving?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The rhythm through your feet: it pounds.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The harmony of your heart layers the city's song.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">And the light goes on,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">darling the life goes on.</span>Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-49724954190037435302015-02-06T08:12:00.001-08:002015-02-06T08:35:53.725-08:00Now then.A whole lot of cleaning up and securing of my account.<br />
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I hope whoever was here having a BLAST doesn't expect to get in again anytime soon.<br />
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And anyone who subscribed to the most recent "posts"<br />
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Might want to pack up and head out of my blog.<br />
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Baby I'm back for good.<br />
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EverEverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-29619259047707345912014-03-30T14:28:00.001-07:002014-03-30T14:28:05.598-07:00Still HereTo whoever lingers,<br />
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I'm still here, still living. Probably more than I have for most of my life.<br />
I'm just out adventuring, learning, experiencing. But most of all finding nspiratin.<br />
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I may have some new things to share soon.<br />
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Much love to you all (or few).<br />
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XxxEverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-5636162099543949322013-07-23T17:31:00.002-07:002013-07-23T17:31:53.384-07:00Shell-shock:<br />
She bites the bullet so hard,<br />
Her teeth<br />
Break.<br />
Feed the fear<br />
Heart aches and finds<br />
No escape.<br />
They have to sleep some-<br />
Time is of the essence<br />
And she feels it like<br />
Water<br />
Slips through fingers<br />
Washes away<br />
Her essence.Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-48138726167243755802013-07-15T18:09:00.001-07:002013-07-15T18:10:40.745-07:00AdjustingI'm working up to the ultimate update post.<br />
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I've accumulated a few fears regarding who reads this.</div>
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But I know whoever remains here is trustworthy.<br />
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On another note, can anyone active make yourselves known? I'm trying to clean house... so many blogs I loved have gone inactive. I can only hope that it means they are all doing well and truly living as I have been. </div>
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There's no more sadness in my heart. Not that it's gone, but that it isn't the crushing emptiness that it once was. I'm here, breathing in ways I never thought that I would again. And if I leave again (though I dont plan to), know this:</div>
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I'm here.<br />
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I'm living.<br />
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I'm happy.<br />
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"I don't know if I will have the time to write anymore letters because I might be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school and you helped me. Even if you didn't know what I was talking about or know someone who has gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don't happen. And there are people who forget what it's like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We'll all become somebody's mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening, I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you're not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you're listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite."Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-76718604615712640822013-07-10T14:02:00.000-07:002013-07-10T14:02:23.664-07:00The air she breathes is<br />
New,<br />
Untouched.<br />
Light rings true<br />
From her every pore<br />
The sunlight ebbs and<br />
Flows.<br />
<br />
Hush the voices,<br />
They cannot reach you here.<br />
Open eyes,<br />
<br />
Bright<br />
<br />
Seeking.<br />
<br />
For once the answers<br />
Are clear.<br />
Absorb and<br />
BE.<br />
<br />
Living ends and<br />
Life begins.Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-39886099334491704712013-07-10T13:55:00.003-07:002013-07-10T13:55:27.459-07:00It is the cool glide of ink<br />
That leads her-<br />
Hand goes heart-ward<br />
Breeding, kneading<br />
The toughness from its flesh:<br />
The beat is back.<br />
<br />
It is him, the moon, cool pull<br />
Dragging the blood through her veins.<br />
The tide is crimson and<br />
Thick, thicker than ocean.<br />
<br />
The sorrow has ebbed,<br />
the storm has stilled.<br />
The stars are ageless<br />
In his eyes<br />
The sky is blue curls around<br />
His fingers.<br />
<br />
His voice flows in waves<br />
The room leans in.<br />
His words gently bend us<br />
Trees in wind<br />
Collide,<br />
Fall.<br />
The Earth is softer now.Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-26088583705388231652013-07-10T13:41:00.007-07:002013-07-10T13:42:53.262-07:00This SongPossess me.<br />
Write me into the<br />
Every sway of your body,<br />
Every screaming pull of steel.<br />
Leave me, longing,<br />
For the highest notes you give<br />
And the lowest bass of your heart.<br />
Pounding, a pulse<br />
The beat of us<br />
Catapulting, falling<br />
Through the dizziest haze<br />
That our kisses could bring.<br />
The building of us<br />
Rings in our ears and<br />
Calloused fingers<br />
Pulling never near<br />
Enough.<br />
<br />
Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-56523412728190085572013-07-10T13:41:00.004-07:002015-04-23T07:14:06.478-07:00CollageStained Glass Leaves<br />
The world was constantly on fire. The trees burning with hot leaves that everybody sighed at. The evenings weren't quite cool yet, so after sunset and after her house and neighbors and the entire world went to sleep, she wandered out the door. Down the road in the darkness her feet carried her underneath the canopy of trees, her eyes, green like the like the summer at its end, took it in. There was no sun to illuminate the leaves, but she didn't mind. For the streetlights’ yellowed gaze hit the leaves which were thinning with age, and shone through them. Some people go to church to see stained glass, created meticulously and expensively, but here with no one looking, nature created stained glass all its own in one simple season.<br />
<br />
Leaves Falling<br />
The leaves fall. They turn in loops and swirls, sighing as they hit the ground, singing as they float on the breeze.<br />
<br />
Frost<br />
His eyes were bright blue. Some would call them sky-like but somehow, to her, they brought a memory of frost, cold and sparkling.<br />
<br />
Smoke Breaths<br />
It’s a slow drug against red lips<br />
warm, longing.<br />
On its exhale she can see it:<br />
The desire<br />
The future of it in her hand<br />
against her lips<br />
In her lungs<br />
His kiss swirls on the night air<br />
<br />
Tree Prisms<br />
She walks, again. In day light this time. Somehow her steps have doubled. A train sounds, miles away. The chill of the air grazes the skin of her hand but her palm, locked to another palm, is warm. Her cheeks pinken. The sun shines brightly in the sky; in her eyes. Forest green stares into Blue frost. The sun hits the icicles and glares.<br />
<br />
There it was again. The tell-tale buds on the end of branches. She knew spring would come, as each season does. Around her, shedding occurred. Coats fell from sweating shoulders, gloves slipped from hands. Fingers twined and untwined, hers included. In parks and on streets loves began and ended,<br />
As years do,<br />
As life does.<br />
<br />Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-76920097822082349372013-07-10T13:40:00.002-07:002013-07-10T13:42:31.110-07:00Feet on Fire“To the secret fort!” Nikki said<br />
And we ran out from the shelter<br />
Of the weeping willow.<br />
Our feet hit the ground,<br />
Hot and burning<br />
But we were wild and<br />
Invincible!<br />
Through trees and bushes<br />
There was a clearing small enough<br />
For two 6 year olds and a table,<br />
Where we planned our adventures.<br />
<br />
We lived off ripened strawberries<br />
Her grandpa grew and we learned to fly<br />
Off swings, shoes first,<br />
To the ground.<br />
Every day ended<br />
Reluctantly.<br />
<br />
We found a caterpillar<br />
Called him our baby<br />
But someone released him and<br />
In the way only a child knows,<br />
That meant the end of something.<br />
<br />
Weeks went by.<br />
One day a storm shot lightning into the willow tree<br />
And it fell.<br />
I can’t find any caterpillars<br />
Or strawberries that the birds haven’t plucked.<br />
I don’t fit into bushes anymore.<br />
<br />
Both of us found new adventures,<br />
New friends, and boys we would kiss.<br />
Some days I think of sharing them with her.<br />
But if we shared our stories<br />
We wouldn’t be those same girls,<br />
Fast as the wind, fire on our feet.<br />
Our adventures would lose their glow.<br />
So I keep those girls in a box<br />
Tucked in to a bed of willow leaves<br />
With strawberries for us to survive. Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-45443494803536973092013-05-02T07:38:00.001-07:002013-07-10T13:43:31.073-07:00UpdateHello all!<br />
<br />
Just thought I'd stop in and do some updating. Things have been very very crazy for the last few months. But I suppose what I'd really like to tell you is that I won an award at my college! I won first place, actually and $250. I got to read my poems at the ceremony and my amazing creative writing teaser was so proud of me. It was so amazing.<br />
Anyhow, just thought I'd share that with you. If you would like to look at the winning poems they're on http://rougerivervreview.com/. Oh and my name on there is Elizabeth Roberts.<br />
Be sure to look at the other works, they're lovely as well.<br />
<br />
Xxx<br />
Ever <br />
<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">"I have fallen a long way..." -Sylvia Plath</span></div>
<span style="font-family: Courier New;"></span><br />
Dear Followers (or whoever is left here listening),<br />
I feel so lost. Leaving high school was good for me, I know it was. I felt so trapped there. and so alone. For a while I thought that simply being free from there would make everyting better. But it hasn't.<br />
Being in and then out of high school is much like being a balloon. You're held down, but you long to fly, so you're cut loose. But once you take flight you realize that you don't have control of anything; no wings. You free fly upwards and you don't know where you're heading.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>I wish I could find the ground again...</em></span></div>
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<em><span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span></em> </div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have a boyfriend now. A boy I used to write poems about. I have loved him for almost two/three years and now we've been together since September. I lost my virginity to him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">But it's not perfect. Of course, what is? We make each other happy, for the most part. But alone. away from each other, our own demons set in. I don't have anyone else anymore. My best friend now spends every waking moment outside work with her boyfriend. They bought each other best friend necklaces. I haven't seen her in a month.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"> My other friends are A. Nuts B. frustrating as hell and C. away at college.</span></div>
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</div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"> Meanwhile, I'm at Community College. Alone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">It just hits me sometimes, like tonight,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"></span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">How alone I am.</span></div>
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And nothing,</div>
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Nobody,</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>Can save me from that<span style="font-size: x-large;">.</span></em></span></div>
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Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-16884233814189012132012-10-11T12:04:00.001-07:002012-10-11T12:04:58.569-07:00Untitled (but my personal favorite)It's the constant hammering<br />
Swing<br />
Of your heart within your chest,<br />
The resonance of sunlight<br />
Hums in the bits of you that left.<br />
<br />
The mirroring mockery<br />
That shimmers within eyes<br />
The whir of all you hope to be<br />
Is sighted in her sighs.<br />
<br />
But does anything get clearer,<br />
Throughout these painted streets?<br />
If your eyes shifted skyward<br />
Would you ever truly see?<br />
<br />
This gold is artificial,<br />
Enhanced atmospheric bliss.<br />
The only glow that matters<br />
Floats away upon your kiss.Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-52135774106108182782012-10-11T11:58:00.001-07:002012-10-11T11:58:38.782-07:00PanicIt's the hushing whisper of<br />
What could be<br />
What used to be<br />
What is<br />
It lurks in reflective things<br />
But refuses to let itself<br />
Shimmer.<br />
<br />
Look at it,<br />
It seeps into your<br />
Eyes like the spilling over<br />
Of your inky<br />
Pupils<br />
It follows you, silently.<br />
<br />
It breeds in the fury of<br />
Burning thoughts<br />
And creep on a mind that begs<br />
The churning to-<br />
Stop.<br />
Telegram from a panicked hand<br />
Shredding the papers til only sand<br />
Run rampant as your pages<br />
Unfurl<br />
Nothing more than a<br />
Fluttered girl.Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-80122560232593607532012-10-11T11:54:00.001-07:002012-10-11T11:54:21.560-07:00MusicSongs have a flavor<br />
The sad are salt of tears<br />
Only every taste is large<br />
Volumized<br />
So wrap me in your music<br />
Sing to me your pain<br />
And when the clouds form in your<br />
Sweet eyes<br />
Let loose and let it rain.Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-22571773637952744482012-10-11T11:52:00.001-07:002012-10-11T11:52:17.895-07:00The fallSomewhere between the breath of your smile<br />
And the exact hue of your eyes<br />
I lost footing<br />
And while the<br />
Trip<br />
T<br />
U<br />
M<br />
B<br />
L<br />
E<br />
<br />
fall<br />
<br />
was nice, I ought to pick up and<br />
Find my missing bits<br />
Again.<br />
So that I can stand and hold you on my shoulders.<br />
Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-79489901787010287332012-10-11T11:49:00.001-07:002012-10-11T11:49:32.287-07:00AliceShe is falling<br />
Headfirst<br />
Into the hole she never truly<br />
Escaped:<br />
Endless<br />
Are the thoughts<br />
The words<br />
The whispers<br />
The size.<br />
<br />
It is all only the upswing of horses<br />
On a repetitive, careening carousel.Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-18876748014771210312012-10-11T11:47:00.001-07:002012-10-11T11:47:33.670-07:00NarcissusShe sighs to her lover,<br />
"Please, just today?"<br />
But her only response is to turn away.<br />
The glass between them seems<br />
Oh, so far<br />
She may as well be wishing for stars.<br />
The thin metal between them<br />
Cold to touch<br />
Almost signed the warmth of her love.<br />
For her, locked up in her own green eyes,<br />
A Narcissus tragedy is realized.Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-86769766064570279232012-10-11T11:44:00.001-07:002012-10-11T11:44:58.109-07:00Lay me down in a pillow of clover<br />
In a forest of your smiles<br />
Hide us in the moss of your eyes.<br />
Feed me words, sung sweetly,<br />
Notes echoing the leaves<br />
Let us lose ourselves<br />
And swallow symphonies<br />
To feel like we are free.Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-13309622118483107852012-10-11T11:43:00.001-07:002012-10-11T11:43:22.440-07:00She lays her head on a pillow of song,<br />
Tuning heartstrings all day long.<br />
She bats her wings and flutters her eyes<br />
Kisses the stars until they sigh...Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-57629535055251026952012-10-11T11:37:00.001-07:002012-10-11T11:37:52.187-07:00I have been gone so long!!!I'm so so sorry :( I don't even know if any of you are still with me. ASAP I'll be posting up all the poetry I've written and its quite a lot.<br />
<br />
If any of you want to find me daily I have a tumblr that I update like a madman. The URL is http://featheringthoughts.tumblr.com/<br />
<br />
I'll catch up with you all soon I promise!<br />
<br />
Xxxx<br />
EverEverhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7179724297932716405.post-12526201356666940462012-05-02T08:44:00.000-07:002012-05-02T08:44:42.035-07:00<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">Eyes closed</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">She hums at the</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em>Slow</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<em>Sweet</em></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
Sound of her own</div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Dissonance.</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">This discordance</span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Comforts her</span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"><strike>aching</strike></span></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: left;">
<span style="font-size: large;">Head</span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;">"At least I can be heard."</span></div>Everhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00921598912873448075noreply@blogger.com4