I Found My Passion, Deeper.

He Sees Him In My Eyes

In the car, volume low
Preaches he does, in wise lyrics
Listen I do, tuning into his station
“Dream Big Honey”

Dinner table, with eager ears
Words, wisdom passed around on a platter
Take a serving of it, support and encouragement
“Dream Big Honey”

Mirror, I see, though not I
Him, I see, instead
Reflections discovered
He sees me,
I see him

Daddy always told me to
Dream Big
Engrossing, I must confess, to
Dream Big
I’ll do it for us, for him, to
Dream Big

Dream bigger, though
I promised.

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We had to write about our father's. And describe a trait about him that describes him the best. I picked encouraging=].

Tickin'

The grains of said inch down slowly

Time ticks by, tick tock tick tock

You see your life flash by like a sudden story

Everything seems so vivid, like an intricate thought

Who would have known you can watch Life

See it pile up quickly

See it move faster to the tip of a knife

Hairs on your arm stand up making your skin prickly

Time they say is of the essence

Yet slowly and surely it reaches it's end

Nothing more than just a spirtual presence

Gathering it's weight, tilting, about to bend

The hourglass of life is waiting

Patiently and impatiently it's making you frown

No use of watching your trapped in and staying

Just live your life, before the sand weighs you down

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Professor Miner threw a bunch of objects on the ground and he said to pick the thing that interested you the most. I picked the hourglass.

Grip.

One holds the other.

Strong hand, weak hand

Gripping tightly for security

Blistering because of protection

One holds the other.

Forceful penetration

Inviting situation

Sweaty pamls from persuasion

Crackly skin from perseverance

One holds the other.

Equality is screaming

Opposition is succumbing

Height becomes the tower

Strength becomes the backbone

One holds the other.

They hold eachother

They intertwine their fingers

They are together connected as one

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Same thing Prof. Miner did, but with random postcards. I found a postcard that had hands all over the place and they were gripping a stick. For some reason, I could not get my mind away from Edward and Bella's relationship. hahahahah!

SOOOOOOOOO. There are 3 poems I wrote from yesterday's clas... Anyway.. like this post says... I found what I absolutely love doing, and.... i want to do it for sure in the future.. i want to write... but not as a hobby, maybe a part-time job on the side?? Yeah.. I can't see my future without me writing.. I want to take it to another level... And fckn i HELLA LOVE my creative writing class. I was so used to writing about emotions like love or sadness or whatever.. i never really touched on the things we do in class.. it opened my eyes to see how beautiful writing is.. aahaha yeah.... and get this, i'm so proud of myeslf because all the poems we have to write is in 5 minutes.. not too shabby eh? imagine if i had more time.. =] fabulous! hahah ok be back soon.

xoxo,
Kristine

In the Distance.

Written: September 10, 2008 @ 11:10 pm

swallowed by the alone
grabbed by the solo
harassed by the feeling of being one
taunted by the feeling of two

yet here i stand
feet gripping the solid ground
with my heart enclosing the broken
fingers intertwining with the empty

pounding on the floor with my fist
breaking the solidarity with my wants
coldness of cement pierces my heart
firmness then resassures my touch

vividly i see stretching path
flowers bloom slowly and carefully
hugging the beauty with my fragile arms
i kiss my future passionately

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Yet again I am surprised where my mind is at. That is the beauty of writing.

xoxo,
Kristine

Stolen Breath.

written: september 8, 2008

shivering against the stone cold bricks
he warmed my soul as his sweaty palms
traced the contours of my body
from my fragile and pale cheekbones
to the sides of my quivering hips

his breath lingered against my whimpering chest
but his heartbeat steadily kept its normal pace
felt my knees give out involuntarily as i blushed
his strong arms held me tightly to his security

mangled and anxious as his dark eyes stared deeply
his severity and hunger were so alarmingly present
couldn't comprehend, let alone think coherently
felt my heart stop beating momentarily

intertwining his warm fingers with mine
felt his icy breath whisper sweet nothings
dazed and intoxicated by his every move, his every touch
couldn't find my lungs to inhale, exhale

the sunlight danced around us but i didn't see
birds chirped all around us but i didn't hear
wind blew cold but i didn't feel
moss floated in the air but i didn't taste

i was safe there
no world of mine existed
but together it did
forever, i knew i was there

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in CW class, the topic was to describe feelings without actually stating what it was in 5 minutes. can you guess the feeling? =]. i'll tell you... lust! hahah. yeah.... ahhaha okay thats all! i'll most likely be posting all of my poems i write from CW. k? k. night.

p.s. chivalry is dead! when it comes back alive, i'll bend over backward for it. hahaha

xoxo,

Kristine

Pick A Word.

The Darkness of the Moonlight

She's got a pocket full of moonlight

Sitting on her windowsill she looks out to death

She's been touched by the night,

Eaten by the dark

Ever so dimmly she sees her life flash

Before her watery pools of eyes

She's begging quietly, silently

To an unknown savior, a useless protector

She closes her eyes as a single sliver of light

Peeks through her blackened drapes

She's alone

She seens no one, no one sees her

Her skin is pale like the moon

Her image is faint against the stars

For once in her black tunnel

There is no light

Only endless roads leading to no where

She's gone, disappeared

She's lonely, alone, lonesome

No one holds her cold hand

She's been forgotten

While the rest of the world sings Que Sera Sera!

She's not living anymore

Nor is she feeling

She's went on, alone

She's got a pocket full of moonlight.

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Okay wow, I was trippen down there in the previous poem entry! Hahahaha. The feeeeeeezy. Lols. I wanna slap myself for that one..LOL. but i never delete poems, so i'll leave it there. it's just like. umm Kristine, are you serious?! Hahahah. BUTTT yeah lol.

Umm anywayyyy. I wanted to post the poem we had to write about in creative writing class today.. Our teacher threw out random words on the board, and we had to pick one and write something dark/depressing/sad and contrast it with a foreign word/phrase that is totally the opposite. and this is waht i came up with in 5 minutes. (yes, we were timed). i thought it turned out pretty interesting.. ^^ check it out!

xoxo,

Kristine

Scratch That, I Hope...

Written: September 1, 2008 @ 9:39pm

first off let me say this
i dont know
why
but i do know
that it's something i'm
surprised
about.

must of been the
flashbacks
or the past shit
catching up
hell if i know.

but i feel
guilty
for even harboring
what i am
feeling.

and i'm even more
bothered
that i'm taking the
intiative
to remind myself
that i
feel
the way i feel.

fuck
i can't even really
explain
why
or yet alone
what
i'm feeling.

it's a mixture of
emotional overrides
and i can't seem to get a grip
on this rollercoaster
nor can i even
focus on what
it
is or even
why
it is.

i need some
clarity
or maybe just a bit of
hope?
no, scatch that.
reason.
that's more like it.

reason for why i'm feeling
this
green monster
no, not green.
red, pink, no.
white.
fcuk, what do i know now?

can't
explain
nor can i find any type of
solidarity
or even a
simple
answer.

it's
complicated,
and i
hate
it to the core that i'm even
feeling
thinking
harboring
all of this,
BULLSHIT.

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Damn, it's been a minute since I needed to emotionally cleanse myself. But damn.... I guess I had to....

xoxo,

Kristine