purple_shadows

Merelas~ Read between the lines, there are several ways to interpret this, there is of course the literal, which is that the power went out, but what else could it be? Are there two people, or is there just one? It depends on how you interpret it.

waiting.... waiting.... love then a flash then darkness light returns chaos follows shaking scared are you still there?

I really liked the last one best. Especially the last line. I think we've all felt that at some point in our lives. You might want to separate the first poem out into stanzas, it would make it a bit more reader friendly. anyways. glad you decided to give the pen a try. Keep writting.

hmmm... well, if you do decide to start it up again, let me know, because i'd be willing to join in, so add me to the list.

Don’t say the things You can’t know are true Quit making promises That you cannot keep Things aren’t as predictable As you seem to think All it takes is the blink of an eye And everything changes In an instant Forever Your unspoken words It hurts just to think

Makes for a good song too. *starts memorizing words so she can sing it everywhere she goes.* lol.

thanks guys. I had a fun birthday. And it was sunnny for the 17th year in a row. It has not rained once on my birthday in all the years i've been alive. It's also the first birthday i've spent at home in at least 5 years. yup. good times. anyways *hugs* thanks all!

PS settles herself on her favorite pile of papers. Her rat and she are covered in various debris. One can only assume this is from her recent hut building attempt. "you write very well," she says, "I hope to see more from you in the near future."

should be "safe" thanks. i'm glad you liked it. it was fun to write.

I don't think this needed to be there. I think instead the last passage should have said something like "faded *insert color here* spelling the word "Welcome to Heven." I think it would have closed it a little more neatly, but still had the shock value of the ending you provided. Other than that, i loved the storry. It was very creative, and unlike anything I've ever read. I love how you involve your audience. It keeps you hooked and helps to blend everything together neatly. Keep up the great work.

The wind whispers through the trees Of things you’ll never know The leaves rustle in the breeze A dance from long ago Flowers reach toward the sun Basking in its glow Bees that touch them one by one Help for them to grow A deer walks through the underbrush Treading softly but not slow Bugs scurry about their tasks Down around your toes But you can stay no longer Duty calls and you must go Keep safely the forest’s secrets To you alone she shows

Lets see....last concert I went to was October 189th to see AFI with Auto Pilot OFF Poison the Well. I really liked Auto Pilot Off and AFI, but poison the well kinda sucked. Couldn't understand them at all, all they did was run around and scream and stuff, and it was really boring. maybe if I knew who they were beforehand it would have been better, but all I knew was this one line my ex used to yell at me when he was really pissed off and we were fighting and stuff. Anyways... Auto Pilot off was great, kinda had a Dashboard confessionals feel too them. I met them on the street after the show and they signed my ticket and were really sweet sweet guys. AFI was freaking amazing. Wow. they know how to put on a show and you can really tell just how much their fans love them. they are really down to earth guys, and had the crowd vote on a song or two. They involve the audience and are just great to watch, when you can see them (i was in the nose bleed of the nose bleed section). It was an awesome experience.

Or it could be "For I've never reached your heart." or "the closest I'll get to your heart"

Dear Diary, I have not been myself recently. I find myself at a transition from adolecence into adulthood, but I was never ready for this. I feel forced into my new surrondings, and though I love it and I am learning what it truely means to be independant, I never got to be a kid. All my life I've been expected to be older than I am, and because of it, I've been lonely. And though i've leraned to take this as a fact of life, I'm not sleeping well again. If infact I am sleeping at all and not merely just laying with my eyes closed in the darkness as time passes by. I don't dream, and when I do, my dreams are strange and disjointed, beautiful yet terrifing, and it moves me to the core. I don't want to be this way forever, diary, but something tells me this storm is going to stay for quite awhile, and I'll ride it out like always, but my heart won't be in it. I'm tired of these ups and downs. the only constant in mylife is a friend who lives 90miles away, and has been there since kindergarten. For once I want something stable. For once I want someone who isn't going to leave at the drop of a hat. I don't want to be alone forever, and yet it seems inevitable. And all the books in the world aren't going to change that.

PS finishes the remaining stitches of the lumpy tangled, knotted mess in her lap reffered to as a scarf, and hands it to Gnarlitch. "Welcome to the Pen my friend, enjoy your stay. I would help to celebrate, but I have a hut to build." She whistles and her rat climbs into her knitting bag. Together they take their leave. Everyone in the room hopes to themselves that her hut building abilities are better than her knitting.

"Excuse me, but would you mind handing me my specs?" PS requests without pausing her work on the scarf. Gnarlitch stands upabruptly, relizing she is talking to him, and bumps into a pile of paper. PS points to a stack just to the left of her, and her rat companion runs to retrieve them. They are the thickest glasses he has ever seen, and the rat is not having an easy timeof carrying them. Gnalitch takes them from the mouse and holds thm out to PS. She gropes the air and finnally grabs his wrist, pulling him to the floor. She feels her way down until she finds his hand, holding the glasses she requested. He realizes she is blind. She puts them on, blinks a few times, and squints up at him. "I much enjoy your story telling blities. I've never been good with stories. Thank you for telling your tale, I'm sure Wyvern will be along shortly."

It's funny how life is like that sometimes. you put on this facade, smiling and perfect, while inside you're screaming. But that is life, and life goes on, as long as you let it.

I very much enjoyed this and hope that you choose to continue it. I also hope that you don't mind if my rat companion and I sit with you for a bit. *PS sit gingerly atop her favorite pile of paper work and opens her knitting bag, out of which climbs a rather slender, white rat. She pulls out her knitting needles.* "Would you like me to knit you something? A scarf peerhaps? maybe a cloak?Damnit," she frowns, "I don't seem to have enough yarn for a cloak....well, I guess a scarf will have to do. I hope you don't mind red, it's all I have left at the moment." Without waiting for a reply, she begins to knit. Gnarlitch sighs and mutters to himself, something about "some people's children" and leans back against the wall to wait for his acceptence stamp, hoping it doesn't take too long. He sighs to himslef, realizing he could be her for a very long time.

I love you I need you You’re so far away Don’t leave me Don’t leave me I need you to stay For some reason I feel like we’re drifting Maybe that’s just me I think I’m a little paranoid Can you blame me? I sure you would if you could But there’s something about my smile Or so you used to say The darkness creeps into my eyes Seeping from my wounded soul I love you I need you You’re so far away Don’t leave me Don’t leave me I need you to stay There’s something missing Lost inside A pain that goes too deep to hide I wish for a peace that will never come You will be my undoing I see hell in your eyes, taste poison on your lips It haunts me I’ll never know why I love you I need you You’re so far away Don’t leave me Don’t leave me I need you to stay I hate you it’s true, I’ll never know why But I fell for you Because I thought you could fly Tore off my broken wings Put my faith in you but you dropped me Bent and broken Tattered and torn Hoping you’ll find me Find me again I love you I need you You’re so far away Don’t leave me Don’t leave me I need you to stay Every time I need you, you’ll never be around But I need help picking myself off of the ground And you’re the only one I trust The reason why I’ve lost so much And still I’ll never break away Free myself from this cage But your eyes have burned my soul Your smile poisoned my lips There’s acid on your fingertips And I can’t move from this place where I’ve fallen I hate you I need you You’re so far away Don’t leave me Just leave me I need you to stay Just go away

Under attack in so many ways Who's pointing the finger? Who's taking the blame? A suicide mission But they don't understand You hate when they say to live life by god's plan. And it's not that you don't belive, You just hate it when others preach. Keep it inside they say This demon you hide Keep it inside You can't let it out Athiest, Christian in their own ways devout. Each and every one of them shutting me out. But no one has to know, they say. Don't tell me how to live. Don't tell me how to feel. Don't drive me. Don't drive me. I'll push you away.

Love. What is love? Love is many things combined, that on their own, would not be love. For example, love is respect. You can not love without respect. However, though you respect someone, you don't always love them, infact, youu may loathe them entirely. Love is a blance between doing what's right for you, and what's right for the other person. If you're constantly doing thhings to accomidate that person, regardless of the cost to yourself, that isn't love. Love is not only helping the other person, but knowing where to draw the line and accomedate yourself. Love is trust. You cannot love without trust, although trusting someone doesn't mean you love them. Love is honesty. You have to be comfortable being honest with the one you love. if you are uncomfortable being yourself around them, it isn't love. However, you can be honest with someone and not love them. Love is strength. Love is passion. Love is entirely within yourself, and it is all too unpredictable. Love is messy, and nothing like the romance that the media portrays, although it can be at times. Love is a lot of things. Things that bythemselves may seem wholey unremarkable, but when joined together create something unlike anything else in the world. GESTALT- The whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

yeah, I really enjoyed playing with that there. It was fun.

I liked it. It was witty and altogether a fun read. I hope you keep it up. Purple_shadows sits down on her favorite pile of papers, and opens her knitting bag, out of which scurries her rat companion, up her arm to take its favorite seat on her shoulder. PS puts on her reading glasses and begins to knit while humming a little tune.

powerful, and I totally understad where you're coming from. I especially liked the comments and the retorts. Nicely structured, nicely done. *hugs*

*hugs* thanks guys. And Appy, if the first stanza doesn't seem to fit, that's because it wasn't really made to. However, without it "holes" wouldn't be the same, considering the first stanza is what it is based off of, the second and third just go deeper. Not to mention, no one will ever see a poem the same way. what a writter intends and what people think they intend may be two different things, so the fact that it was out of place to you, is ok. I appreciate the fact that you even read it and took time to comment and critique. It's always interesting to know how other people interpret your writing. *hugs all around*