Faces

Featuring Guest Writer Camille West in
Faces

The night is seeping away
as I rush through the day,
catching all the faces in a glimpse.
As each face flips,
I try to find out why,
but the answer just slips by,
and I will never know
whether it's a frown to see
or a smile to go with the flow.
As the looks tend to flee
Their simple hello can go a mile,
but their face, no one knows
all the faces are in their own race
a race that blows,
orbiting the answer
that I don't know.

Guest Writter Carissa Kasper, in: "Who I am"

 Its not always easy being me...

    If they only knew how hard it is to overcome...

       Overcome what.?.

  The fears that hold me back...

    The fear of being laughed at or being judged

        But most of all being hurt...

  If they only knew that we walk the same path but got on different shoes.....

         This might help them accept me for

               Who i am and not what i do or don't do.....

 

                       

I Don't Miss You

Just because I don't say anything,

Doesn't mean I don't miss you. 

Just because nothing comes out,

Doesn't mean I don't miss you.

Just because I don't show it hurts,

Doesn't mean I don't hurt for you.

And Just because I don't let it show,

Doesn't mean I don't love you.

Even though I don't act like I do,

Doesn't mean I don't hate you.

Even though I may act like I do,

Doesn't mean I forgive you.

Even if I act like I didn't know,

Doesn't mean I didn't hurt you.

Even if I don't act like it,

Doesn't mean I don't regret you.

Even if I still want you,

Doesn't mean I can have you.

Even if I want to,

Doesn't mean I can forget you.

The line is crossed, the sky is set.

The path ahead, and the one we met.

I hate to tell you, 

I hate to show you.

Its Time I Make it True.

Its Time I Don't Miss you.

Guest Writter Camille West, in: "A Melting Breath"

Dedicated to, and regarding Cami's grandmother, the late Lynda Stevenson :] 

A Melting Breath

Laying in bed

She's hanging onto a thread

People take her away

To a place she may lay

With a melting breath

She uses her support

For just as she may

Melt away

Using support for another day

Her color starts to fade away

I leave

Just knowing she'll be fine

Because she's mine

Her color comes back

But her melting breath is of more lack

At 10 to 7

A melting breath is no more

It's just a puddle

A puddle of my love

                        By: Camille West

Thanks to Camille for Being a Guest, and for sharing her writing experience. :]

Believe in Me

As the rain poured down, he felt more and more alone. The field he was in had a slowly steeped hill, where he sat at the top. He was trembling violently and crying. On his knees, he held his face in his hands.
After a moment, he heard a familiar voice.
"What are you doing in a place like this? Weren't you supposed to touch the sky?" 
The man said with a off centered smile.

The rain nearly drowned the voice out. They were both soaked through, but didn't seem to notice.
"I can't...I can't do this!"  He yelled.  "Its no use..."
The ground was soaked beneath the two, and his knees sunk into the dirt some.
"No use?" The man asked.
"I can't do this! You have to do it...I need to go back!

He took his hands off his face and looked up just in time to see a fist.
"Snap out of it!" Yelled the man, punching him square in the face with force. He fell back on the ground, water and dirt splashing his face.
Motionless, he stared up at the man..."Brother? What was that for?" The noise of the rain seemed to dissipate when his smiling brother replied in a quiet and confident voice: "Listen. When you've lost your way, and you have lost hope, don't believe in yourself. Believe in me, who believes in you."

He hesitated, and then asked: "What do you mean?"

His brother picked him up and stood him on his feet. Pointing at his little brother's heart, he told him: "Whether it's called laughable or unreasonable, this is the path you choose. If there is a wall in the way, you will break it down. If there is no path ahead, you will carve one with your own hands. Like a fire in your heart, and power in your hands, everlasting and unbreakable. Forget the impossible, and throw away reason. That is who you will be." His brother's eyes shined with confidence and power, stirring something deep inside him.
He was silent now, no longer trembling. The rain still poured down, but he didn't feel it. A smile slowly slid across his face. "Alright, brother. I understand."
His brother replied with his usual confident smile, grabbed his shoulder, and said: "Touch the sky, little brother."
As he said those words, his brother was gone. Standing alone again, he looked around him at the field and foothills that surrounded him. Far in the distance, the mountains loomed like monsters, behemoths of ancient times.
"I'll follow this path. Even if it proves to be my grave, I'll follow it. I'll touch the sky."

"Thank you, brother."

Firefly's Dance

Stepping lightly, her nimble feet weaved through the various plants. Slowly she approached the center of the field, the sun producing a blue silver haze in the air. Her gaze shifted from the ground, to the sky, to the grass. Her soft, silky hair fell loosely in front of her face as she looked down, her eyes closing as she guided herself blind. One foot took the lead of the other, and then back again. Her arms were held out beside her to keep her balance as she slowly advanced. A smile slowly spread across her face as she took in the smells of the different sources. A smile that served as the only indication to what she was thinking. 
When she came to a stop, she lifted her head and looked up at the sky. Her eyes opened and she slightly squinted at the sun for a moment. She took in a deep breath and let her arms drop to her side as she let out the air in a quick huff. She then let her head hang down, looking at her feet. Just then, she saw a small firefly on a flower right at her feet. Intrigued, she slowly bent down to inspect her new potential friend. As she rested on her knees, she brought her hands in a gentle cup around the flower until she surrounded the firefly.  With simple, pulsing flashes, the firefly didn't move much as she brought her hands closer.
"There, there, little one," she softly whispered, "don't fret." A quick flit of it's wings served as a response. She noticed it right away; the closer that her hands got to the firefly, the brighter the firefly's glow became. Finding the creature as charming as ever, she closed her hands around the firefly. Just as she did, light shot out of the cracks between her fingers like beams of the sun, brilliant and hot. She was knocked back with a bright flash, and as instantly as it came, the light vanished, leaving only the slow pulse of the firefly. Consumed with curiosity and excitement, her eyes stared at the flower and it's host, waiting for something to happen. The firefly slowly lifted off the flower, and in slow flashes it steadily approached the girl. With a mix of wonderment and fear, the girl didn't dare move. When it reached her, she gently shut her eyes. Almost too soft to be noticed, she felt it land on the tip of her nose for but a moment. After
waiting for what seemed to her as forever, she softened her face even more and looked at her uninvited guest. Now it was hovering in place in front of her, softly pulsing.
She caught sight of a bright yellow light flitting past her on her side, as slow and steady as the firefly, but without the pulse. Then she saw it again, and she saw that it was making large circles around where she sat. Then she saw another, but this time faster. Then, another and another. The noise of them was becoming overwhelming as more and more appeared, a loud swirling like the sound of waterfalls. Each time, the lights spun faster and faster. Soon there were so many of the lights that she couldn't count them all. She quickly stood up and tried to touch one, but they swirled around her hand and continued on. The lights kept multiplying more and more, and soon all she could see was a constant swirling of yellow lights, as bright as day. The light was getting so bright that soon it started turning white, and they started closing in on the girl. Neither ground nor sky could be seen, the brightness hiding the world around her. She shut hers eyes
tight and bent down, hugging her knees. There was a sudden, brilliant flash that she saw even with her eyes shut tight. Waiting to see if she could hear anything, she sat motionless. There was no noise, no movement, and she couldn't feel anything. Not even the grass beneath her feet. She slid her eyes open, and looked ahead. Then she looked behind her, and to her side. It was the same all around. All she could see was white...motionless, silent, evanescence all around. White.   

The Butterfly's Dream

Hello, there! I've decided, after some motivational moments, to write a new mini blog for any spare time I might have. There might be a little while between posts, but I'll do what I can to keep it interesting.
Are you wondering what the Title means? Look it up! Nah, I'll tell you. It means 'Storytime', basically. So this blog will be a mixture of poems or stories, fictional or no. Some mine, some others, if they allow me to post them.
This post is rather vague in meaning. Of course, it makes perfect sense to me, but alas I doubt too many of you (if any) will understand. That's ok. The Butterfly mentioned here is not actually a person. Not yet. If any of you remember it, this post ties in with another post on another blog. Confused yet? Maybe. *shrug*
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    There is a story that tells of a Butterfly, soft and delicate. This Butterfly was filled with Dreams. As the story goes, the Butterfly stayed safely in its Grove, fluttering gently through the leaves and grass. All its life it stayed in the Grove, never wandering far from the Great Tree that sat in the center.
However, day after day the Butterfly’s Dreams wandered beyond the Grove. Staring up into the sky for hours on end, it would often get lost in thought:
“I envy the clouds…Free and far from the ground…I wonder what it would be like to join them one day…but how could a Butterfly touch the sky, so far away?”
Alone with its Dreams, imagination filled the gaps that the eyes could not see.
“I’ll never see my Dreams if I never touch the sky. High above…just like the clouds.”

Thus, the Butterfly left its Grove one day. Alone and unsure, but determined to touch the sky, it set off on an adventure to find what it did not know. Many days it fluttered, and many nights it forgot sleep. Months stretched into years, and the Butterfly continued alone. Eventually, though, the Butterfly learned to touch what could not be reached, to see what could not be found. Over mountains, and through woods. Under the deeps, and through the sky, the Butterfly continued searching.
As the time drew on and on, the Butterfly became weak. Its wings tired of years of searching, and its heart yearning for something it didn’t know. Reaching its end, the Butterfly fluttered down to the ground and tried to keep from closing it’s eyes.
Slowly the Butterfly’s breathing slowed…its heart beat softly, and its eyes heavy. Just before it slid into death’s sleep, it heard a voice nearby that kissed its ears and soothed its weary wings.
“My…are you ok, little Butterfly?” It said.
The Butterfly glanced up to see the source of the voice. There, just in front of it, was something that it had never seen before, but had heard about. The Butterfly was able to manage a question to the stranger:
“Are you…



Are you a Koi?”