Replusive

Inspired by 'Two Figures on Beam' by Magdalena Abakanowicz, 1992

As the glistening snow, brighter than the white that his porcelain skin had been descends from the sky above I turn to the heavens and pray for one last hug, one last caress, and one last moment. The sun shines through my complex inner soul while the heart wrenching snow ambushes the world, stealing my sanity with every frigid dive it takes towards me. My lips are stained pearly pink, the color of my frilly sweater that I wore the day you revealed your hidden soul to me. My over sized snow boots pack the snow down to the frozen ground which will soon be completely hidden beneath the depth of the sinister snow. Although the blizzard like weather blinds my golden eyes I feel as if I'm synced with a solid gold compass leading to you. I march along the slops and paths with my eyes nearly closed. The mystifying pine trees tower over me with a mysterious aura. In the distance I see a light descending from heaven shining down to the frigid ground; I run with all my might to reach it. As try to focus on the brilliant pearly pink rose being showcased in the glimpse of heavenly light my head raises up to see the land beyond me. My heart drops as my eyes set sight upon two solemn bodies, headless and wrapped in repulsive burlap cloth.

On a Lonely Night You Will See You're Everything to Me

a piece based on the the painting 'Starry Night' by Vincent Van Gogh

I ran like the wind, chasing my calling yet running from my fears. The dark blue June sky dropped over me like a red curtain descending after a breathtaking show. I carelessly wondered along the sides of apartment walls and through the fresh mowed grass just to get to you. The night was calm, challenging me with every step I took. I stumbled upon a narrow inclined gravel path leading to a horizontally stretched hill which rolled down to the apartments like the peaceful deep blue sea. I climbed and climbed in search of you, in search of warmth, in search of freedom. As I reached the top I saw you, your hair gleaming in the brilliant moon light. You floated my way until we reached a distance where we could speak. My heart fluttered like a humming birds wings while I sat down on the damp grass. I looked up at the bright stars that accentuated the almost black sky and let a warm smile escape from my lips. Not a care in this world, not a sound to be heard, not a fear in my mind.

Every Rose Has it's Thorn

a response to "Speak" By Laurie Halse Anderson

As I close the doors behind me I pray that It will shut everything out of my life, gone forever. The hole in my chest will not cease until the day I know that he is defeated. The devil in disguise, you haunt me with your vicious memories. The novel, “Speak” by Lauren Halse Anderson will make you realize that tragedies could be right around t he corner.

Although someone could be beautiful on the outside deep down they could be a demon ready to attack. As Melinda is enthralled that Andy Evans is taking in interest in her, his breath taking looks soon cascade into a deathly trap. The sad reality of today is that girls strive for attention, strive for beauty and thrive for perfection. Teenage girls would take the risk of dating a drop dead gorgeous guy she barely knew to feel special, to feel loved and to feel superb.

Even though young girls would walk to the edge of a cliff where with one miner slip you would plummet to you death just to feel special, you could end up in the sad position that Melinda was caught in. As she fell into Andy’s trap there was no way she could escape. When you hear stories on the news about young girls that have gone missing and have been raped you may throw it to the back of your mind but the likely hood that something as tragic as that could happen to you isn’t as low as you think. According to Ronet Bachman, Ph.D. there is about 500,000 confirmed cases of rape each year, this does not account for the incidents that have not been reported.

As much as you want to believe that beauty is always kind this novel will really open your eyes to the reality of today’s world. Love is symbolized by the precious rose; it’s velvety alluring petals hide the sinister evil of it’s thorns.

Free at Last

We walk on the clouds,
Looking down upon the mistakes that we've made;
But we carelessly crush them
Underneath the swift steps of our bare feet.


We walk on the clouds,
Anticipating our all time low;
But the stair way we have built up
Only guides us to heaven


We walk on the clouds,
Only to drag our luggage with us to slow us down;
Yet the suitcase full of regrets and mistakes
Convert into a heavenly white dove.


We walked along the clouds,
Trying to find redemption on the way,
But that peaceful white dove flew away;
Free at last

Who you are isn't Who you've Been

As the frigid mid November breeze sneaks past your window you sit alone only to feel the reminisces of what you had done. The frustrating words slyly slip off your tongue, past your lips and smoothly into the suffocating air, "If only what I know now I knew then." Although your mind is bloated with anger and diverse emotions you manage to vanish off into a engaging memory of you and the tiny neighbor boy carelessly catching fireflies and running wild till you'd fall asleep; pure Innocence. When you read the alluring lyrics to the song, "Innocent," by Taylor Swift you will experience a heartwarming sensation in which reassures you that ‘today is never too late to be brand new.'


Although teenagers thrive to be older they are still very naive. "Wasn’t easier in your lunch box days? Always a bigger bed to crawl into," Taylor swift states in the first pre-chorus of her chart topping hit meaning that when you were younger life was carefree. We grow up only looking up to our elders; we would walk a threadlike tightrope over lava to be just like them. As we grow older and wiser our lives become more complex each time we open our eyes upon a new day. We go through life forgetting to smell the pearly pink roses only to remorse upon the modest things we have passed by


While we desperately grasp onto our childhood we struggle to keep our innocence as well. Growing up is full of surprises and everyone makes careless mistakes. "Who you are is not what you did, you're still an innocent," states Taylor many times throughout the song. She's speaking to a loved one who's made a mistake and is hurting. Even though you made mistakes in your past, it doesn't mean you're a different person. You can change and become better, leaving behind your mistakes and looking forward to an enhanced future; learn to forgive and forget.


Although you may not think so, you can effortlessly turn your life around because "today's never too late to be brand new." For example you could sit unaccompanied and repentance the mistakes you've made or get up and reconstruct what you have shattered. Just never forget that "who you are is not who you've been, you're still an innocent."

Never Expect Anymore Than the Worst

As I look up into your confident blue eyes I see comfort. Something that I've been yearning for, pleading for, praying for. The frigid cool fall winds numb me to the bone but its strength still cannot overcome the pain that you cast upon me. Your sweet yet sinful skin glides against mine soothing my every worry, curing my deepest pains, hiding my deepest fears. Your angelic fingers circle my back in which is frozen to the touch. I coil my arms around you like a constricting boa killing it's pray; strong and life dependent.

I flash back to when you held me in your arms that warm April night, just our innocent soles feeding off of each others eternal love. I was lost inside the waves of your blue eyes that are as complex as the gleaming blue sea; I sailed off with you effortlessly.

I can feel your breath floating along the back of my neck; leaving me speechless. Then our eyes meet, like fate they kidnap my heart; stealing it with every breath that smoothly slips past your sweet lips. As your lips meet mine an uncountable number of velvety white elegant butterflies escape from my chest pulling an innocent smile along my porcelain face. I sweetly squash my lips together trying to clutch it all in.

As I float above the horizon my tears glide off my cheeks, they create a storm that downpours on everything inside of me. It floods my body, mind and soul; slowly drowning me and everything I've ever acknowledged. I was kissed by an angel fallen from heaven; a kiss of a life time, a kiss of a dream, a kiss that could have only been stolen by you from me.

"The Darkness"

If only it were so simple,

to cruise through life smelling roses;

but the obstacles blacken the countryside,

and we unwittingly crush them beneath our boots.



Dreams sustain us through the madness;

goals give a finish line to our race.

Yet they change with every turn, around every wall,

and remain elusive throughout the quest.



Mistakes are made, and regrets are our luggage;

we will drag them with us to slow us down.

The victories are flashes of light, sudden and unlasting,

which allow us to glimpse the road ahead,

before darkness descends.



Love is bitter, yet it is the food that keeps us alive.

Over and over it fills us up, only to starve us.

The people whom we love shape our destinies and our strengths,

yet leave us cold and alone in the darkness.



There are others trying to race to the end;

occasionally, we bump into one or two.

The bonds we form help us down the path less lonely

but eventually, we lose each other in the darkness.



Alone is not a bad way to be;

it clears your head and focuses you on the journey.

Cherish the short intervals during the quest you have with others,

but be prepared to walk alone in the darkness.

'A Clean Well Lighted Place'

As the untold darkness washes over me I feel myself falling deeper and deeper into an eternal place. The days pass like years and I am trapped in a dark abyss of terror and confusion. Although I'm holding everything tightly inside of me, I'm still slowly dying as I try to hold onto my sanity. In the short story, A Clean Well Lighted Place by Ernst Hemingway you will get a good understanding that the littlest of things can bring the light out in anyone.

To begin with, in this story light is referred to as not only something that makes things visible but as something that enlightens or informs. The older waiter embodies light for the café because he simply cares. 'Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be someone who needs the café,' quotes the older waiter in the sense that the café is 'A Clean Well Lighted Place' that acts as a sanctuary to people like the old man.

While the café itself is bathed in clear emitting light sometimes lonely souls can get caught in the unspeakable darkness. "You should have killed yourself last week," quotes the younger waiter basically meaning that the way the old man is living his life now is no life to be living at all. As the old man sits on a bar stool and drinks his Brandie he's lost in a place of confusion and terror and the only thing that's pulling him through is the engaging ora of the older waiter and optimistic beaming light of the café.

Although you may not think so, one little act of kindness can go such a far way, it’s the little things that matter to people. For example the older waiter cares just enough to keep the café open as long as he feels there’s someone who needs it. He is reluctant to close up each night because he knows that the café is ‘A Clean Well Lighted Place’ that is meant for people like the old man to go and get rid of their problems and fears, a place out of the horrifying darkness.

track..

As you’re standing in your lane a surge of nervousness washes over you. You look back at your friends who are ready to cheer you on in the bleachers. The easy to say words run though your head over and over ‘I can do this’.


“RUNNERS SET”

By now you have adrenalin rushing through your veins, you’re ready.

“BOOM”

And you’re off to the startling sound of the gunshot. With the baton in hand you can’t let your team down. When your sprinting it feels like nothing else in the world matters, every word that your coach screams at you seems as if it’s in slow motion. The only thing on your mind is winning.

…Yeah right! This is how it’s supposed to be. Home meets are supposed to be way easier then away meets but for me it’s the other way around. I get extremely nervous easily and having a bunch of people I knew in the stands put me over the top. I was scared out of my mind. As I was running I got a horrible start and the only thing going through my head was ‘EVERYONES WATCHING ME’ It ended up that when I was passing the baton it dropped and I almost fell on my face.. I felt like my life was over.

Lesson learned. You can’t let your nerves get to you. Your friends will still be your friends even if you mess up. Getting nervous is just one of those little things in life that we all just have to get over.