i came home
with emily
off the bus
police car
near my house
panic
what happened?
we go to
the neighbors
try to talk
but can't
still don't know
what happened?
emily's gone
we come home
mom's crying
on the couch
"come sit."
what happened?
she tells us
"daddy's gone."
we don't know
where he is or
what he's doing
what happened?
jen comes home
all excited
from track
sees us on the couch
confused, scared
what happened?
we live through
six terrible days
then they find him
dead.
shot himself.
what happened?
it is almost a year
since that day
i remember it
almost too well.
but it someone asks
what happened?
the day the butterfly landed by 2lens1, literature
Literature
the day the butterfly landed
my dad was being buried
i was going to plant a tree
where we were
placing his ashes
i was surrounded by
friends, relatives
they were all crying
grieving and
so was i.
we dug the hole deep enough so
we could put in the tree
my mom walked up
she put in the ashes
we came up
put our letters drawings songs in
walked away
watched them tip in the tree
fill in dirt.
pat it down.
as we all stood watching
a butterfly came
landed on the tree
opened up for us
to see
the beauty in its wings.
"it's his soul"
"look at it"
"it's the resurrection"
these were said
but i think
that it was just
the day when the butterfly landed.
i came home
with emily
off the bus
police car
near my house
panic
what happened?
we go to
the neighbors
try to talk
but can't
still don't know
what happened?
emily's gone
we come home
mom's crying
on the couch
"come sit."
what happened?
she tells us
"daddy's gone."
we don't know
where he is or
what he's doing
what happened?
jen comes home
all excited
from track
sees us on the couch
confused, scared
what happened?
we live through
six terrible days
then they find him
dead.
shot himself.
what happened?
it is almost a year
since that day
i remember it
almost too well.
but it someone asks
what happened?
the day the butterfly landed by 2lens1, literature
Literature
the day the butterfly landed
my dad was being buried
i was going to plant a tree
where we were
placing his ashes
i was surrounded by
friends, relatives
they were all crying
grieving and
so was i.
we dug the hole deep enough so
we could put in the tree
my mom walked up
she put in the ashes
we came up
put our letters drawings songs in
walked away
watched them tip in the tree
fill in dirt.
pat it down.
as we all stood watching
a butterfly came
landed on the tree
opened up for us
to see
the beauty in its wings.
"it's his soul"
"look at it"
"it's the resurrection"
these were said
but i think
that it was just
the day when the butterfly landed.
it's about time we try... by spacesuitcatalyst, literature
Literature
it's about time we try...
they cut out my brain.
left it there on the floor,
covered in polaroid pictures, and left to the wolves.
and they told me that everything would be O.K.
I read an old book,
dusty, dank, and filled with truths.
and between the lines were other lines, reading -
"It's about time we try defying gravity,
float above hemispheres, rise above oceans, drift over skylines,
fly over unknown lands, to North Carolina"
in the woods I found a wolf
a wonderful, amazing, kind wolf,
with hazel-blue eyes.
and he breathed life,
and he spoke soft, soft
I have to send in a portfolio to a university I want to attend.
I could use your help in choosing which pictures show my knowledge of the camera, which ones show good composition, and which ones are my best.
Thank you in advance for your opinions.
Oh, thank the good Lord. I have time to live my life!
I recently found some old poems in my room. It was written back when I was eleven or twelve...right around when my father died. I'm posting some of them -- it's hard. For some reason, I felt I wanted to share.
I don't write much poetry anymore, but I used to churn out three a day. I guess as a middle schooler, raw emotion was easier to access...?
Anyway, I have a long weekend coming up (yay for Thanksgiving), so hopefully I'll have some new photos to upload.
UPDATE: Thanks to everyone who has left such wonderful comments or sent me messages regarding the poems. I very much appreciate a
And it tastes like mint and fresh summer rain. Breathing and sleeping. Being and listening.
So. So. Excited.
Band ends in one week, which is sad but refreshing.
My problem is that in all the hubbub of seniorisms and senior traditions and leading half the known world (ehh, half my high school counts, right?), I keep forgetting to upload my pictures. Actually, today I completely forgot my camera at the school.
Don't you fret yourselves, my pumpkins, I left it in my teacher's locked office. It's safe. It's also in a thermal lunchbox (sucks to all of you who diss my lunchbox, it's amazing) so it will stay warm.
I have several ideas for sho