This was really just a random verse that I had in my AP World History course. It was originally written on a sticky note. Enjoy!  |
I'm a WeaverI’m a WeaverI'm a Weaver
I’m a weaver, A weaver of words. See that tapestry behind you see the words twist and float? See them flow and churn? See them? Love them? I do. There colors shine and change They rearrange themselves for me. I’m not a master Merely the scribe to my big characters thoughts and feelings They need an escape. I run my hand across a page- And ink falls from my fingers… Dripping on the page leaving spiraling splatters That slowly morph to letters. That I change to words. They are my children, My
VillageVillageVillage
She came from a village miles away, To come see me and the voladores. Who knew the flying heart of me could love? Who knew this girl from so far away with orange ribbons in her black braids could change me so totally? Who knew the power
One person holds over another when love plays a hand? Her eyes bright and brown like almonds, Her scent like vanilla and coco. She was perfect, And is. And this vision of perfection, The waterfall in my desert… Only lived in the village over the hill in- Yucuyoo.
VisionVisionVision
I watch the fire slowly dying- Tendons of flame twist like ribbons, Telling stories long forgotten.
I know I am in the present- But I feel like I’m in the past- I cannot tell the difference, I’m seeing memories that are not mine. This memory created so very long ago Was seen through another pair of eyes. It brings you back, so far back to the land of ancient ways and times. But how do you explain that this memory isn’t mine? I feel connected to the vision somewhere- I knew these people I knew th
The raining painI pulled away from his rain wet lips…Lantern light glowed softly behind him casting the hard lines of his jaw and nose into shadows. But his eyes still danced. There was something more in them. He kept his hand on the small of my back I leaned my head on his chest as we began to sway. Soon we were moving in slow circles, and then he began to spin me faster and faster the night breeze playing with my skirts. Until he twirled me under his arm gently and so slowly into his chest. He pulled away after just too long of a second. Still keeping my hands he said “I’m not one for this romantic business-”The raining pain
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| This was really just a random verse that I had in my AP World History course. It was originally written on a sticky note. Enjoy! |
paper heartspen could draw hearts, but they couldn`t give her love.paper hearts
the paper of which they were drawn on, could not feel passion or romance.
red marker covered mess-ups and cracks of the hearts.
blood was what her heart was made of, colored dark red not from love.
her broken heart wasn`t glued or taped or pieced back together.
she instead drew new ones and mentally discarded her own faded, withered one.
"it`s good as new," she would say, as she drew up another one.
"like no heartbreak ever broke my heart."
her heart finally gave out and stopped beatin
| I'm a hopeful writer with the passion for literature rivaled by many of my age group. I enjoy singing and I fence competitively. My goal in life is to graduate with college with a major in English and a minor in foreign language. I hope my career is international journalism/ media because that is fascinating to me and, I have found that I just love to travel. I plan on being a foreign exchange student. So that will encompass my hopes of travel and within that if I get my dream career I will also then be able to write one of my favorite things and travel. My passions. I want to be the next J.K. Rowling or Stephenie Meyer and set the world on fire with my writing! To have thousands cram into a bookstore waiting till midnight to get my new release. Would be the best feeling in the world. To all other hopeful Deviant artisans- I say good luck, have passion,and enjoy life. |
Wondering
Cheerful
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My Tears dont fall,and crash around me..
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~If you worry about the small stuff, you forget that its all good. That the sun always rises and sets, and ya' know what? Its always a good day when your on this side of the dirt.~
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My Tears dont fall,and crash around me..
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