Domestic abuse is a growing issue in not only the U.S, but the entire world. I wrote this poem about it, attempting to make a statement, and bring about a change.
She wakes up, and stares at the ceiling .
Early Sunday morning, late Saturday night.
The phone rings, and echoes through the corners of her broken, empty mind.
Just a moment of noise, and silence engulfs her again
A second in the real world.
A hundred thousand in her mind.
A harsh voice enters the stage. A warm, loving tone lying to her.
"I'm so sorry."
The vibrations so loud
they shake her mind, her body, her soul.
Her ears ring, and her broken body shivers in expectant pain.
Agonizing screams blend with flashing lights.
The room spins, the windows bleed into the walls.
Into the floors.
Her heart knows it's wrong, an illusion.
But still.
Her stomach turns at the whispered phrase.
"Forgive me, please."
Her soul screams and rages within her as another phrase
echoes through the frozen night.
"I do."
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Ben Folds
I wanna ask you
Do you ever sit and wonder,
It's so strange
That we could be together for
So long, and never know, never care
What goes on in the other one's head?
Things I've felt but I've never said
You said things that I never said
So I'll say something that I should have said long ago:
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)
You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin
Or a cardboard stand-up and paint me (paint me anything)
Any face that you wanted me
To be seen.
We're
Damned by the existential moment where
We saw the couple in the coma and
It was we were the cliché,
But we carried on anyway.
So, sure, I could just close my eyes.
Yeah, sure, trace and memorize,
But can you go back once you know
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me
If I'm the person that you think I am (Ah ah ahh)
Clueless chump you seem to think I am (Ah ah ahhh)
So easily led astray,
An errant dog who occasionally escapes and needs a shorter leash, then
Why the fuck would you want me back?!
Maybe it's because
(You don't know me at all)
Ahhh ah
Ahhh ah
(You don't know me,
you don't know me.)
Ahhh ah
Ahhh ah
So, what I'm trying to say is
What (What?)
I'm trying to tell you
It's not gonna come out like I wanna say it cause I know you'll only change it.
(Say it.)
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)
Do you ever sit and wonder,
It's so strange
That we could be together for
So long, and never know, never care
What goes on in the other one's head?
Things I've felt but I've never said
You said things that I never said
So I'll say something that I should have said long ago:
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)
You could have just propped me up on the table like a mannequin
Or a cardboard stand-up and paint me (paint me anything)
Any face that you wanted me
To be seen.
We're
Damned by the existential moment where
We saw the couple in the coma and
It was we were the cliché,
But we carried on anyway.
So, sure, I could just close my eyes.
Yeah, sure, trace and memorize,
But can you go back once you know
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me
If I'm the person that you think I am (Ah ah ahh)
Clueless chump you seem to think I am (Ah ah ahhh)
So easily led astray,
An errant dog who occasionally escapes and needs a shorter leash, then
Why the fuck would you want me back?!
Maybe it's because
(You don't know me at all)
Ahhh ah
Ahhh ah
(You don't know me,
you don't know me.)
Ahhh ah
Ahhh ah
So, what I'm trying to say is
What (What?)
I'm trying to tell you
It's not gonna come out like I wanna say it cause I know you'll only change it.
(Say it.)
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all
(You don't know me)
You don't know me at all (at all)
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
My Own Henry Thoreau
The grass is a fading brown, burnt at the tips with vibrant orange. Specks of black dirt surround the burning grass. Miles above the sky mocks the weather report with dark clouds crowding in the middle of the sky, eager to escape the blue edges. The clouds try to hold the raindrops in, but drops fall through, like sand through your fingertips. The air whips about in sharp, cold blasts-shooting frozen chills down your spine and through your feet. It blows the green,wet leaves on the tall trees above you and beats against the steady trunks. Some leaves flutter to the cold ground in shades of yellow and red. Bird calls echo in the mountains, accompanied by steady footsteps. Almost reverent whispers surround you. Mist rises from the distant mountaintops, floating gently to the heavens. Every few minutes, thunder crashes in the skies and lightning follows with white, silent flashes. The wind strongly blows, seemingly trying to outdo the thunder. The leaves shake in fear, some fall to the hard ground. The clouds finally give up and let the silver raindrops fall. The dirt quickly turns to slippery mud, and swallows the fiery grass. The dark clouds seem to intensify, angry that the rain is falling. The cold wind stills for moments at a time, but comes back with all it’s vigor. The once steady trunks drift from side to side, dancing with the falling drops. The leaves silence, and the outcasts begin to fall faster, but are quickly swallowed by the slippery mud. Wings hurry to some shelter, and the only echoes now is the steady rain beating on the muddy floor. Suddenly the rain stops, leaving the forest dimmer then before. The cold seeps back into you, and now all you can hear are the steps behind you and the whispers of the audience around you. The sun begins to come out of hiding from behind the dark clouds, and the forest around you begins to recover.
The grass is a fiery blade below you.
Above, the dark clouds loom and seem to
frown upon the solemn earth below.
Stray drops fall from the sky,
But no one knows a storm is nigh.
Nothing can know what is to come.
The trees stand firmly in the ground
Though the winds are howling like a hound.
They bite and nip at all around.
Shaky leaves flutter far down,
They find shelter beneath the trees thin crown.
Brightening the forest ground.
Distant calls echo all around,
Reverent whispers here are found,
revering mother nature’s performance.
Thunder crashes
And lightning flashes.
Terrifying sounds pound off the mountains.
Colored leaves fall as steadily
As the pounding rain, readily
The dirt turns into mud and swallows all the bright.
The wind howls fearfully,
Screaming through the skies, nearly
Outdoing the thunder and getting louder.
Instantaneously, all the screaming stops.
The pounding halts and the flashing cuts.
An erie silence sets over the forest.
The sun peeks out from it’s hiding spot
and the bleak clouds clear somewhere the light’s not.
A revering silence echoes off the mountains.
Just moments pass and the forest’s recovered
White light streams where the clouds once covered.
Leaving the audience stunned, the performance ends.
The grass is a fiery blade below you.
Above, the dark clouds loom and seem to
frown upon the solemn earth below.
Stray drops fall from the sky,
But no one knows a storm is nigh.
Nothing can know what is to come.
The trees stand firmly in the ground
Though the winds are howling like a hound.
They bite and nip at all around.
Shaky leaves flutter far down,
They find shelter beneath the trees thin crown.
Brightening the forest ground.
Distant calls echo all around,
Reverent whispers here are found,
revering mother nature’s performance.
Thunder crashes
And lightning flashes.
Terrifying sounds pound off the mountains.
Colored leaves fall as steadily
As the pounding rain, readily
The dirt turns into mud and swallows all the bright.
The wind howls fearfully,
Screaming through the skies, nearly
Outdoing the thunder and getting louder.
Instantaneously, all the screaming stops.
The pounding halts and the flashing cuts.
An erie silence sets over the forest.
The sun peeks out from it’s hiding spot
and the bleak clouds clear somewhere the light’s not.
A revering silence echoes off the mountains.
Just moments pass and the forest’s recovered
White light streams where the clouds once covered.
Leaving the audience stunned, the performance ends.
You LIAR
You lied to me.
To my face.
You looked me in the eye
And swore
“I’d Never!”
But now I know who you are
What you are.
A dirty
Rotten
Backstabbing
Egocentrically
Hypocritical
LIAR.
Did you know,
That I trusted you?
That I cared for you,
Like a sister?
Did you know,
When you lied,
That I thought we were friends.
I thought we MEANT something to each other.
Apparently not.
Because liars don’t love.
They can’t.
Or they won’t.
You.
You are a
dirty
Rotten
Backstabbing
Egocentrically
Hypocritical
LIAR.
But do you know what else you are?
You’re my friend.
Still, you’re a liar.
To my face.
You looked me in the eye
And swore
“I’d Never!”
But now I know who you are
What you are.
A dirty
Rotten
Backstabbing
Egocentrically
Hypocritical
LIAR.
Did you know,
That I trusted you?
That I cared for you,
Like a sister?
Did you know,
When you lied,
That I thought we were friends.
I thought we MEANT something to each other.
Apparently not.
Because liars don’t love.
They can’t.
Or they won’t.
You.
You are a
dirty
Rotten
Backstabbing
Egocentrically
Hypocritical
LIAR.
But do you know what else you are?
You’re my friend.
Still, you’re a liar.
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sweet 16
Okay, So I realize that I have already posted today, but I would just like to state how Psyched I am to turn 16! That will be in about 82 days. I'v been waiting for that day ever since I was a little kid. For some reason, I've always felt that that's when I would finally feel "grown up". I'd imagined feeling mature and, I dunno, Cool. Maybe it was the promise of high school, school dances, and dates. Or maybe an idolized vision of shiny, new cars and drivers licenses. But really, now I have no idea why I've been so excited for this for so long. But I still am. Excited that is. I have this feeling that my life is going to turn around then, and I'll finally feel like someone worth being with, but really I don't know. I'm sure I'll remain the same Violet I am and always have been, but still I feel some magical transformation coming on. I guess I'll just have to wait
2 months, 3 weeks and 1 day to find out.
2 months, 3 weeks and 1 day to find out.
Me. Mi.Moi.
Hi. So I'm Violet, obviously. I like to write and read, and I like hanging out with my buddies. I can get really obnoxious, and I hate it when I do stuff without thinking, which is a lot. People will tell me i'm boy crazy, but really im not. At least I prefer to refer to it as "interested in possible future opportunities." But really I just like guys. Umm, I used to be smart, but then I turned 15 and got stupid. I cant spell, and I suck at math. which is fine with me 'cuz I hate it anyways. I have a lot of my own "isms" which tend to weird people out a lot. Im semi-outgoing, but mostly just scared of showing my true spirit. I love little kids, but have trouble knowing what to do with them. I love people, but again, get uncomfortable about what to do and how to act. I'd like to think im open minded, but Im still working on that. i play the violin, technically im mormon, but im looking into other religions. i like singing and dancing, and pretty much most music. except country. :p i like talking (obviously) but i love writing. i think thats cuz i love making up my own worlds, and thinking up other ways my life could have gone: good and bad. Umm. . . i have ridiculously curly hair, but thats cool, and i like to help people. im actually planning on going into the medical field, so i can really make a difference in the world. and if i can do that in my life, i think i'll be okay. :)
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