Entries By stella notte
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confusion
you’re all alone, all alone falling into a place where the ones who know close their eyes and the children are forced to fight for life.
Posted By stella notte On 01.05.2010 @ 2:57 pm
birdhouse
The bluebird hangs off the shaking limb of the tree, a dark shadow pressed to the blue, blue sky, like a balloon floating farther and farther away. She sings her sweet song, bitter and cold yet resonating, and takes off with a cottony feel to it into the rest of the world.
Posted By stella notte On 12.29.2009 @ 6:59 pm
fold
I folded the piece of fragile paper, a piece of glass against a grain of salt, much like. My fingers aren’t deft or graceful- in fact, I am not gentle at all and I can’t see why I would be able to fold and erupt a new creation from my hands. And yet… yet I am able to make new things, I am able to create something beautiful, just simply folding a piece of cold and flimsy paper- a crane of wishes, a barrel of hope.
Posted By stella notte On 11.30.2009 @ 7:02 pm
sugar
Sugar- one of the sweetest sins and a delight that many enjoy. It’s not anything good, though- it’s fake, it’s a sin. It’s like candy… you think it’s sweet, you think everything is okay, but when you’re done, you finally realize the truth. Everything’s fake, and you’ve been seeing the world is rose-colored glasses. This is all fake, and you thought it was beautiful, when the truth showed that it wasn’t- that things can get ugly. This is the world.
Posted By stella notte On 11.15.2009 @ 1:45 pm
stripes
Faded stripes, my eyes dimmed. My eyes dimmed, and I couldn’t see, the lights were foggy, and no one could see. We were all lost, hopeless, we were all lost and we were all hopeless, and we didn’t know what to do, we didn’t know where to go. There were purple and blue dots on my eyes, and the stripes were diagnolly falling apart, floating to the ground like raindrops, teardrops.
Posted By stella notte On 11.23.2009 @ 3:27 pm
overflowing
The water pitcher flows down into the small cup, reaching just the tip of the cup. The tip is so full, one movement, one little shatter, would cause everything to break down and overflow. That’s a lot like a jug of feelings, when one will overflow from too much bottling up, and finally exploding.
Posted By stella notte On 11.21.2009 @ 12:54 pm
weird
They say I’m the strange one, the lonely one. The one who sits at the corner, like a broken bird or a replayed rewinding record, but they are the savages themselves. They ridicule people for being different, when being different is truly being the same. That weird one, that bad apple, they cry, because they’re all afraid. They’re all afraid of the unknown.
Posted By stella notte On 11.17.2009 @ 8:18 pm
worship
Worship. I don’t believe in God or some supernatural force. Once you die, you die, and weaklings want to believe in someone else, some fate, because they don’t want to take control over their own lives. They want someone else to take the blame.
Posted By stella notte On 12.07.2009 @ 8:06 pm
give
what can she do to make you happy? she sobbed, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, sorry for not being everything you wanted, sorry for not being the one you love, sorry sorry sorry, sorry for not making you belong. she cannot give you anything, and yet you ask for more. she sits on her doorstep telling you the snow falls, the stars fall, but what hurts the most is her falling.
Posted By stella notte On 12.24.2009 @ 4:25 pm
