Creative Writing Period 1

Things That Make Me Sad

2010-01-13T05:12:00.000-08:00

slaughter houses; inhumanity; humanity; contradicitons; comic relief; dependency; bad comedians; addictions; the fact that this list will be long; not knowing why I'm sad; money; bugs have short lives; we all have short lives; loneliness; emptiness; overindulgence; old people who live alone; old people who forget; 90% of students at High Point; emoticons; when I use emoticons; fake plants; loving someone more than they love you; animals kept inside; poor eyesight; inequality; difficult decisions; terminal illnesses; life is a terminal illness; the news; weathermen; being in bad places; persuassion; suffering that can be prevented; suffering that cant be prevented; otehr people are more in control of my life than I am; no one is in control; love vs. infatuation; road kill; people think that animals cant know/love/feel/undersatnd/deserve; superiority; inferiority;

2010-01-13T05:08:00.000-08:00

Environmental obituaries,
Empty heritage,
Facts at a glance...
There's an instant solution,
Enlighten kids,
Relive the world.

Natural mother,
Our world.
She leaves green stains,
And inspires good thinking.
She fuels truth.

You May Be Conservative, Cautious and 'Practical"

2010-01-13T05:03:00.000-08:00

So you look both ways before you cross the street,
And then you look both ways again,
And then you look both ways again.
But what is that doing besides making you late?
And now I look both ways more than once, but only from habit.
I've seen how your fears limit you,
And I've seen how your fears limit me.
I've seen your so-called practicality turn into complete irrationality.
And if you're too cautious, you're just wasting time.
You may be conservative, cautious and practical,
But I am not.

Winter's Disease

2010-01-13T05:01:00.000-08:00

The pale winter sky
Has electrified my mind,
And left me crawling.

The Things I Carry

2009-10-19T13:37:00.000-07:00

I carry your heart, out of necessity.
I carry your heart, by choice.
A thin shirt to keep you close,
A thick pain, because you're gone.
I carry the dried-up, once purple flowers,
Sitting in the pale, rose-colored vase,
Reminding me of your pale, rose-colored lips.
I carry a wall covered in memories.
I carry a body covered in memories.
A few picture frames, a yellow note pad that I pour you into, a bad sunburn
And a calendar with an X over the first day are among the things I carry.
I carry the immeasurable fear of being left,
But also the immeasurable bliss of being together.
I carry the smell of your neck and the sight of your tears.
I carry the feel of togetherness and the taste of your soul.
I carry the first time I touhed you and the last time I saw you.
I carry the last time I touched you and the first time I loved you.
I carry your sincere blue eyes and deceptive black hair.
I carry your well-groomed, but not too-groomed, fingers,
And your body on mine like a shield, or maybe a drug.
I carry a love that wanders, but will never be lost.