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Posted By melanie On 05.09.2013 @ 7:09 pm

listening is the best thing anyone could ever do for anyone else. Listening requires skill, as well as any other talent. Listening requires patience. Listening is the key for being someone’s best friend. Just listen.

Posted By Melanie On 03.24.2013 @ 12:34 pm

On a dark road my boots scraped the ground. The drug as my tired step slowed. I didn’t know how much further I could walk, but if I didn’t I would surely die there. They would find my body the next morning and wonder where I’d been, and where I was going.

Posted By Melanie On 03.23.2013 @ 7:46 pm

sea gulls sea guilt signal bird is out of range.]\ our time has come, say the seagulls, to recaim the lands and alien signal to the seagulls: [what youve done is wrong] [give the seagulls back] give sea gulls back their rightful lands] aliens raped the lands the seagulls loved They RAPED them. And they let them go.

Posted By melanie On 03.07.2013 @ 4:46 pm

I just read a poem about a girl who pricks her finger with a sewing needle. I remember how much and how little it hurts to do that. Skin has all the nerves for caressing and yet can slough off painlessly. All of our cells switch out after seven years. Eventually I will never have touched you.

Posted By Melanie On 02.26.2013 @ 5:20 pm

growing up was one of the things i’d always wanted to do but when i finally actually did it (ish) i mean i’m only fifteen but still, i feel like i’ve already grown up way too fast for my liking and i never get enough sleep anymore and there’s always so much drama and boys are stupid and i just wish that someday i could be able to get through all of this and by someday i mean now so i could maybe skip school and just tour the world.

Posted By Melanie On 02.08.2013 @ 7:01 pm

growing up is a part of life. some of us don’t want to grow up and want to stay little and safe in our own bubble. sometimes growing up can be scary but it is necessary for life and for us. growing up lets us see who we are and what we can accomplish. we all must grow up and get set free.

Posted By Melanie On 02.08.2013 @ 2:05 pm

There is a season for everything. Life happens in seasons. It is never the same for every person, which is the beautiful thing about it really. Seasons are unpredictable, but necessary. They bring you happiness, joy, sorrow, introspection, learning, etc. The most important thing is to take from each season what you need to, and face the new season with bravery and excitement. It’s hard, but it’ll be worth it.

Posted By Melanie On 12.20.2012 @ 8:51 pm

I saw the game the ducks play earlier. You get out of your car and they swarm you hoping for some food. I just walked on past, assuming the rum fruitcake in my bag would not be suitable. I enjoyed a crisp wintery walk in their park just the same.

Posted By Melanie On 12.19.2012 @ 10:05 am

paint dance

Posted By Melanie On 11.13.2012 @ 3:36 pm

arts

Posted By Melanie On 11.13.2012 @ 3:34 pm

Each person has their own identity, something to fall into when times are tough. we each have the ability to be this person. who are each of us, but a scattering of selves? I feel awful.

Posted By Melanie On 11.08.2012 @ 7:34 pm

they themselves are bones. they are the upside down amphorae in an empty basement. they are clumsy shards and chunks of rock, clamoring cobwebs and unreal windows rusted shut. they are left.

Posted By Melanie On 11.08.2012 @ 2:04 pm

one word to me is just thinking on your own and being one and an expressive way to think and be and become everything can be explained in one word i dont know what else to say. just one word

Posted By melanie On 11.07.2012 @ 4:13 pm

I learned that to want something so much does not mean it can just fall to you. You have to work hard at it everyday no matter what it is you want emotional or physical. Nothing is a piece of cake and nothing will ever come easy unless you live in a disney fairy tale. All you can learn is to work at something because if you expect it with no work you will get exactly what you stated with. Nothing.

Posted By Melanie On 02.11.2013 @ 3:32 pm

learning is gaining knowledge about the world. Things you’ve never knew were possible is open to your eyes right in front of you. It doesnt have to be in a classroom. Learning is everywhere.

Posted By Melanie On 02.11.2013 @ 12:19 pm

go forth and be free, go forth and be yourself. that word might take you back, but look harder for it to take you forward. go forth and be someone new. go forth and be you. be what you never thought could happen. Go forth and be YOU.

Posted By Melanie On 10.22.2012 @ 6:59 pm

Upper means not a downer. It doesn’t ruin your good mood or make you sad. It is having a high, but that doesn’t always have to mean drugs. Uppers for me are runner’s high, laughing with friends, and unforgettable moments.

Posted By Melanie On 10.14.2012 @ 10:22 pm

sometimes i wonder if i’m okay–i mean, if my personality is okay. is it okay that i’m not writing about the word (which is fawn) like i’m supposed to? is it okay that i’m a jeans and t-shirt girl who has zero fashion sense? is it okay that i love to draw but i don’t have a sketchbook? is it okay that i prefer reading to watching TV, that my cell phone is dead and i don’t even care, that i eat marshmallow and peanut butter sandwiches for lunch, that i’m a really good cook, that i never wear matching socks, that i stay up late writing poetry, that i would rather write with a pen than a pencil, that i keep my money in a hot chocolate can, that i collect broken seashells, that i my one dream is to become a writer….. i know i’m not spectacular….or wonderful….or amazing…but maybe i could be okay ….at least for now

Posted By Melanie On 09.29.2012 @ 6:29 pm

in, out, in out, again and again, until you don’t. the end.

Posted By Melanie On 09.27.2012 @ 7:42 pm

The affairs and consequences of the past seven years will come to an end. This was what she wanted read out by her lawyer at the reading of her will. The family drama that had undermined her successes will cease to be. That’ll show ‘em.

Posted By Melanie On 09.25.2012 @ 1:44 pm

Boredom at work is beginning to take a serious toll on me. I’m no longer afraid of being caught slacking off; I take frequest laps around the office to see if there’s anyone to distract me; I consider calling in sick every day then come in anyway. Not exactly a glowing recommendation for the perks of a Bachelors degree.

Posted By Melanie On 09.24.2012 @ 10:23 am

That’s it. I’m done. You had your chance…it’s over now. I won’t be giving my heart away anymore. i’ve learned the hard way that love hurts, and that’s why i have to protect myself, my heart, from you. from now on my love won’t merely be given away; it will have to be earned. from now on you won’t beable to steal my heart so easily–i’ve put up walls. if i can’t turn to stone from the inside out, i guess it will have to be from the outside in. from now on, i won’t trust so easily. from now on, the word “caution” will mean something. i’m an open, trusting, kind, caring, and loving person. closing up, hiding in a shell, withdrawing from the world of love and faith…it will be hard for me. but i have to do it, or else i’ll just be hurt again. God knows i don’t need any more scars. since you can’t protect me, i’ll protect myself. i’ll lie, a sleeping princess, within this sealed tower. i won’t try to escape. if someone wants my heart, they’ll have to claw their way through brambles. i won’t make the same mistakes again.

Posted By Melanie On 09.19.2012 @ 2:19 pm

I walk slowly in the cool fall evening. Despite everything in me telling me that “I’m okay”, I’m not feeling it tonight. I try to walk the negative feelings out, but the loneliness of the Mount Pearl street magnifies my dour mood.

Posted By Melanie On 09.18.2012 @ 4:20 pm

i’m blind. everyone thinks that i can’t see–that i can only see darkness. the thing is, i don’t just see black. i see a million things, all at once. memories, flashbacks, little snippets of when things were visible. the things i see don’t scare me, but the things i don’t see…those are terrifying. yesterday i woke up and found i was unable to remember what the color blue looked like. i knew the word and knew what it meant, but i couldn’t picture it. i tried for hours, forcing images of the ocean and my bedroom walls and my own eyes into my head, but the memories had turned a dull gray. it was then that i realized i wasn’t just literally blind…i was becoming blind inside my head as well. soon all i will be able to see is the darkness that so many associate with loss of vision. the images, the pictures in my mind…they’ll all leave me, and everything will be gone. there will only be voices left, drifting in an endless night. i want to see again.

Posted By Melanie On 09.15.2012 @ 12:45 pm

I don’t wear headphones as I enjoy being in the moment on my hikes and walks out and about this town. I feel like that is a part of the exercise, BEING outdoors. The birds, the wind, the other people. You stick a pair of headphones in and it’s like you take yourself out of the world.

Posted By Melanie On 09.09.2012 @ 7:19 am

I sit back on my haunches. Aware of a breeze, I close my eyes as the leaves and branches move towards my face. I am closing in on a crow feeding on something left on the lawn. I crouch low and a growl escapes my throat in spite of myself.

Posted By Melanie On 09.06.2012 @ 11:36 am

Whether or not you do something doesn’t and shouldn’t matter to other people. Whether or not they care also shouldn’t matter. All that matters is whether or not you’re going to do it.

Posted By melanie On 09.06.2012 @ 9:54 am

Whether you eat the bread or not, is not my concern. It’s whether you replace it with something we can eat tomorrow. Justin said that there was no need for concern; he didn’t like whole wheat bread anyway, he’d find something he liked better in the fridge.

Posted By Melanie On 09.05.2012 @ 3:19 pm

she was about to go into surgery, and she was unconscious–dead to the world. a few days earlier, our youth minister had given our family a small bottle of holy water. my mother, probably with shaking hands, probably with tears in her eyes, poured a few drops onto her right index finger. she made the sign of the cross on my sister’s forehead. she didn’t expect anything to happen. no one did. but as my mother pulled away, terrified for her child, her youngest, her baby…my unconscious sister lifted her hand and touched my mother’s arm. my sister’s eyes didn’t open. her breathing did not change, and after a few seconds, her hand flopped back down, and she was lifeless again. it was impossible, and therefore a miracle. it was God telling my mother that my sister was going to be okay. a comforting hand. a reassurance that my mother was not going to lose what was so precious to her. today, my sister is alive and healthy. she survived the surgery. she is a miracle, and i love her with all my heart.

Posted By Melanie On 09.04.2012 @ 5:11 pm