Our minds are spiders by Searching-Sky, literature
Literature
Our minds are spiders
Our minds are spiders
Walking on water, afraid to break the surface tension
One misstep and we could drown
In the unexpected depths of shallow self.
No one marks the passage of the spider
Save for the spider alone.
Grimly, spider works on eight sturdy legs
Weaving a web, each thread, a memory
Each memory crossing, line by line.
Some tattered and torn,
No one marks the passage of the spider
Save for the spider alone.
You Dropped Something by Searching-Sky, literature
Literature
You Dropped Something
The moon hung low behind the clouds. A woman, no more than twenty years stood beneath it. Her eyes grey were dark and piercing as she stared upwards. First, at the sky and then at the building. The lights were off, all except one. The woman smirked and closed her eyes. Drawing a deep breath, the air, clean and crisp, filled her lungs. It was now or never.
Looking around, making sure nobody was watching, she ran up the stairs of the building. She opened the door, walking quickly down the corridor. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. The sound of her boots on the hard tile.
Her thoughts echoed in her head. "Damn it, I should have worn flats."
To
My mom used to tell me that every child is born with a dream inside it. She used to tell me that nobody, nobody at all could take that dream away. I never really understood what she meant by that, at least not when I was younger. Time passes and we grow older. Still, the question remains. How is it possible that every child on this earth has a dream inside it? Who puts it there? How do we know what dream we have? How do we fulfill this dream?
Questions and answers I still do not have. Maybe I never will know. Maybe the answer is so complex that we are not meant to figure it out and maybe just maybe we already have the answers. Did anybody e
Wrong Side of the Tracks by Searching-Sky, literature
Literature
Wrong Side of the Tracks
It's been years but I still remember her. Remember how she used to come and sit on the tracks for hours at a time. The trains had long stopped running but still she came and she sat and stared. I used to wonder what she was staring at. So still and silent. She never knew I watched her and even if she did, I don't think she cared. She was a poor girl, a lonely girl, rags for clothes, and a dirty face.
This girl though, she had a dream. She had a dream just as every other person in this world has a dream. And as she sat and stared off in the distance, she would dream her dream. Often, voicing it aloud and only I heard. I knew her dream, knew w
Wrong Side of the Tracks by Searching-Sky, literature
Literature
Wrong Side of the Tracks
It's been years but I still remember her. Remember how she used to come and sit on the tracks for hours at a time. The trains had long stopped running but still she came and she sat and stared. I used to wonder what she was staring at. So still and silent. She never knew I watched her and even if she did, I don't think she cared. She was a poor girl, a lonely girl, rags for clothes, and a dirty face.
This girl though, she had a dream. She had a dream just as every other person in this world has a dream. And as she sat and stared off in the distance, she would dream her dream. Often, voicing it aloud and only I heard. I knew her dream, knew w
My mom used to tell me that every child is born with a dream inside it. She used to tell me that nobody, nobody at all could take that dream away. I never really understood what she meant by that, at least not when I was younger. Time passes and we grow older. Still, the question remains. How is it possible that every child on this earth has a dream inside it? Who puts it there? How do we know what dream we have? How do we fulfill this dream?
Questions and answers I still do not have. Maybe I never will know. Maybe the answer is so complex that we are not meant to figure it out and maybe just maybe we already have the answers. Did anybody e
You Dropped Something by Searching-Sky, literature
Literature
You Dropped Something
The moon hung low behind the clouds. A woman, no more than twenty years stood beneath it. Her eyes grey were dark and piercing as she stared upwards. First, at the sky and then at the building. The lights were off, all except one. The woman smirked and closed her eyes. Drawing a deep breath, the air, clean and crisp, filled her lungs. It was now or never.
Looking around, making sure nobody was watching, she ran up the stairs of the building. She opened the door, walking quickly down the corridor. Click. Clack. Click. Clack. The sound of her boots on the hard tile.
Her thoughts echoed in her head. "Damn it, I should have worn flats."
To
Our minds are spiders by Searching-Sky, literature
Literature
Our minds are spiders
Our minds are spiders
Walking on water, afraid to break the surface tension
One misstep and we could drown
In the unexpected depths of shallow self.
No one marks the passage of the spider
Save for the spider alone.
Grimly, spider works on eight sturdy legs
Weaving a web, each thread, a memory
Each memory crossing, line by line.
Some tattered and torn,
No one marks the passage of the spider
Save for the spider alone.
For Writer's Block by DieHardGuardGirl, literature
Literature
For Writer's Block
I do often find a pen in my hand when my heart is not moved to write. And more often than not do I feel my heart moved to write when neither pen nor paper can be found. Oh writer's block, thou art a tease.
So now I set out for a cure, yes, a cure to banish this blockage.
Walk with me, won't you?
See this old, forgotten path here, tangled vines strewn about. Grass drapes over a shallow shore to a blue and sparkling river. This path runs along this river, small purple flowers peeking out between the blades of grass. Further on there are trees that grow dense and dark. The path plunges straight into the heart of this wood. Beyond, in shadow,
November is right around the corner.
I had all but convinced myself I was not going to take part in NaNo this year but other forces have persuaded me otherwise.
Now to come up with something that's worthy of writing in a mere 30 days.
I need to learn to come back to things that I've signed up for.
Maybe this will be a nice place to get away from it all and not have to worry about other people.
Just me and my writing.
I like this.
I've got friends who are here so why not.
Have to keep up with them.
Right now, I am sick with a cold. Don't know how much more of this I can take. Tired of it.
Stupid weather can't decide what to do. Drives me nuts.
hello! wow! thanks so much for the watch! i really appreciate it! it means so much to me! ^_^ thank you! and keep up your wonderful writings! i'm glad you've gotten to post them!