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Creative time
confusedWell, I sang something
http://www.imeem.com/people/XISvuFD/musi
And here's a poem I had to recite for school
http://www.imeem.com/people/XISvuFD/musi
And here's some random stuff I wrote a few months ago:
I think I was just meant to write. I’m being pushed off the edge until I can’t wait another second to swing my door open and lock myself inside, flip open the laptop and being to pour words out in rhythmic typing. I swear, it’s a conspiracy.
Why else would I continuously be knocked down off my high hopes but yet still refuse to save myself from drowning?
I’ve felt it building up over the last few days, wondering how to rid of this feeling. I wasn’t sure of a way until Sohee mentioned her writing contest. That’s when I realized that I could just WRITE it out.
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She kicked her converse in the sandy path that led to the same beach she always knew. The sky was a hazy-white, but she didn’t mind. The fields that surrounded her on one side blew the long grasses’ tips to her bare legs. She smiled up at the buildings on her other side and stretched her arms above her head, yawning. Warmth from the hidden sun seeped through her light cotton shirt just a wind gently flowed by. She could smell summer in the air. It was just how he had promised her. Bye-bye
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Green leaves falling, grasses swirling in chaos. Marble walls enclosed the mess that fell from a hole in the roof. The hole allowed a large bursting tree to grow through the structure. The walls were so clean, the reflection of the tree shown in all directions. Down a narrow hallway, water trickled from the corners of the ceiling. Light from the hole in the middle of the room containing the tree reached even to the far end of the hallway, providing a security to the young children who sat along the side of the hallway. Water soaked through their clothes, causing them to shiver, huddling together. Grasses and twigs stuck in their tangled hair, and they sobbed into their hands. Believe
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He left in a taxi. It was a frantic stumble that resulted from her grabbing the car door. But the car had sped away, leaving the child dirty on the streets that smelled like burning money and decaying cigarette butts. She didn’t cry at all, though. It was quite surprising to her that her mother continuously asked her if she was crying or hurt when she carried her back to the apartment, because she obviously was neither. All the hurt was inside. Why would he leave so suddenly? Feelings of insecurity swelled , and she felt as if she were in a room that was quickly filling with water and nowhere to escape. Yet, she kept a blank face, with not even a tear to shed. I need you in my heart
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I think it brings me great pain looking back on it because of how bittersweet it is. Not because I need it. No, it pains my heart to remember. Not only the physical surroundings do I miss, but also the thoughts and worlds of my ever-dreaming imagination. I truly wish I could relive those days. The open skies. The endless plains. The red rock watching over the adobe houses. The aspen trees swaying in the pure mountain air just before a crack of rolling thunder signifies a downpour. The dryness of the air as one walks along the pine forests. And most of all, the brilliant sunsets that flooded the land; it was enough to make one believe in God.
And yet I do not NEED it. It is something that has become a part of me. Unlike my younger brother, who desperately needs it because he was too young to remember it, I have those memories, those experiences, those feelings, woven tightly into my life, personality, and soul. That is what I realized when I reflected on the Southwest.
http://www.imeem.com/people/XISvuFD/musi
And here's a poem I had to recite for school
http://www.imeem.com/people/XISvuFD/musi
And here's some random stuff I wrote a few months ago:
I think I was just meant to write. I’m being pushed off the edge until I can’t wait another second to swing my door open and lock myself inside, flip open the laptop and being to pour words out in rhythmic typing. I swear, it’s a conspiracy.
Why else would I continuously be knocked down off my high hopes but yet still refuse to save myself from drowning?
I’ve felt it building up over the last few days, wondering how to rid of this feeling. I wasn’t sure of a way until Sohee mentioned her writing contest. That’s when I realized that I could just WRITE it out.
________________________________________
She kicked her converse in the sandy path that led to the same beach she always knew. The sky was a hazy-white, but she didn’t mind. The fields that surrounded her on one side blew the long grasses’ tips to her bare legs. She smiled up at the buildings on her other side and stretched her arms above her head, yawning. Warmth from the hidden sun seeped through her light cotton shirt just a wind gently flowed by. She could smell summer in the air. It was just how he had promised her. Bye-bye
________________________________________
Green leaves falling, grasses swirling in chaos. Marble walls enclosed the mess that fell from a hole in the roof. The hole allowed a large bursting tree to grow through the structure. The walls were so clean, the reflection of the tree shown in all directions. Down a narrow hallway, water trickled from the corners of the ceiling. Light from the hole in the middle of the room containing the tree reached even to the far end of the hallway, providing a security to the young children who sat along the side of the hallway. Water soaked through their clothes, causing them to shiver, huddling together. Grasses and twigs stuck in their tangled hair, and they sobbed into their hands. Believe
________________________________________
He left in a taxi. It was a frantic stumble that resulted from her grabbing the car door. But the car had sped away, leaving the child dirty on the streets that smelled like burning money and decaying cigarette butts. She didn’t cry at all, though. It was quite surprising to her that her mother continuously asked her if she was crying or hurt when she carried her back to the apartment, because she obviously was neither. All the hurt was inside. Why would he leave so suddenly? Feelings of insecurity swelled , and she felt as if she were in a room that was quickly filling with water and nowhere to escape. Yet, she kept a blank face, with not even a tear to shed. I need you in my heart
________________________________________
I think it brings me great pain looking back on it because of how bittersweet it is. Not because I need it. No, it pains my heart to remember. Not only the physical surroundings do I miss, but also the thoughts and worlds of my ever-dreaming imagination. I truly wish I could relive those days. The open skies. The endless plains. The red rock watching over the adobe houses. The aspen trees swaying in the pure mountain air just before a crack of rolling thunder signifies a downpour. The dryness of the air as one walks along the pine forests. And most of all, the brilliant sunsets that flooded the land; it was enough to make one believe in God.
And yet I do not NEED it. It is something that has become a part of me. Unlike my younger brother, who desperately needs it because he was too young to remember it, I have those memories, those experiences, those feelings, woven tightly into my life, personality, and soul. That is what I realized when I reflected on the Southwest.
accomplished
blah
waah
hmm
busy
oh, just let it end...
しずか、ね？
aggravated
scared
