Author's Note: This poem is based off of a short story "Blue Moon", and this layout mimics the short story because of the edginess and the confusion that is happening.
There's no where to run,
But hope comes in strange forms,
So she drives, drives away
Scared.
Betrayals come often,
Impossible to predict
So they take, take her away,
Or they try.
There is blood, death, and failure
For which she escapes,
And finds, finds her true potential
Completion.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Sea Stream of Consiousness
Author's Note: This journal Entry was one of the first ones I have written this year about my perspection on an ocean
The blanket of blue stretches beyond eyes view, I look left, right, and again searching for something other then the rippling water. A salty sent wafts through my sences, and I tilt my head up to the sky, letting the sun pour in and on me. Splash! A monster- like fish jumps up to grab its dinner, which makes me shudder, for I feel for the sharks food, who was happily grazing the crisp blue water, carefree until its last breath. The seagulls mock eachother, I laugh, and wonder what they are thinking. A fresh wave rolls through the ocean, towering above everything else. I feel the power and shrink back beneath its force. This is beauty in its own right.
The blanket of blue stretches beyond eyes view, I look left, right, and again searching for something other then the rippling water. A salty sent wafts through my sences, and I tilt my head up to the sky, letting the sun pour in and on me. Splash! A monster- like fish jumps up to grab its dinner, which makes me shudder, for I feel for the sharks food, who was happily grazing the crisp blue water, carefree until its last breath. The seagulls mock eachother, I laugh, and wonder what they are thinking. A fresh wave rolls through the ocean, towering above everything else. I feel the power and shrink back beneath its force. This is beauty in its own right.
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