Static

All that was left was television static.

A blaring disruption where there once was pleasant noise.

Then came the silence.

A dreadful, noiseless void.

Your whispers cut through the darkness.

New images came to light.

You added splashes of color to what previously could only be seen in black and white.

The Earth began to shake and everything became clear.

No longer held by a deafening captor, I could hear music and laughter.

No longer burdened by insecurities or fears.

Please tell me that you’ll stay, that you’ll always be here.

This Is Halloween

 

As Halloween 2016 comes to a close, I figured that I would post a poem that I wrote almost 7 years ago. Of course, this was inspired by The Nightmare Before Christmas. Enjoy.

In our little town of Halloween,
Tricks are cruel and pranks are mean.
I do admit we have strange ways of doing things,
In our little town of Halloween.

Forbidden love must not last.
For a spell; a witch will cast.
No need to hide behind a mask,
In our little town of Halloween.

A ghostly dog roams the cemetery at night.
But the fright he causes is common.
The air is always in a fog.
small children can’t play outside for long,
In our little town of Halloween.

In our town;
Yes, this place we call home.
The atmosphere is serene,
And we are left alone.
Still there are those fit to wander.
Whose thoughts begin to ponder.
In our little town of Halloween.

Jack and Sally are meant to be.
Even an outsider could see.
Yet Sally’s master says no.
This story is a twist on Romeo and Juliet.
Given the fact the characters are dead,
In our little town of Halloween.

Although this is a weird town,
Say if you may.
The traditions that the townspeople uphold,
Create a holiday.
But lucky as it seems,
For everyday is Halloween.
In our little town of Halloween.

 

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Oh colors

I’ve been terrible at posting lately. At least once a year, I take an unplanned hiatus. Well, I’m back. I hope to post more frequently now that I’ve gotten back into the swing of things.

Nothing too exciting has been going on, but I thought that I would update you all on my most recent hair color adventures.

So here we go.

 

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I dyed my hair red back in April and now I can’t seem to stop making these colorful hair dye concoctions.

After the red, I dyed my hair a blue-grey mix which faded into a beautiful mint green color (also pictured).

Once the mint green faded, I topped it with a violet color which turned into this pink galaxy color (bottom left).

The bottom right shows my most current hair color, dark purple.

It has been so much fun to dye my hair these colors. I am so glad to finally have a job that allows this colorful expression.

I will be trying to post more frequently in the upcoming weeks. Stay tuned.

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Serious

Things were never too serious.
Why couldn’t I see?
I lived off the illusion that you could be with only me.
I saw something inside you, just a little spark that told me that others didn’t know your heart.
I chose not to believe them.
I thought it could be true.
I wanted to see the flame that burned within you.
I fought to be beside you.
I fought so hard.
I scratched and clawed my way into your arms.
For a second I was in your castle, encased in your walls.
But as the wind shifted, the bricks started to fall.
There I was left standing, alone in your mess.
If only fairytales weren’t so well-dressed.

Weathered

I belong to the wind and the rain.
I’ve made my stops along the 5 o’clock train.
I’ve watched countless faces forget my name.
And to them, the storm will never sound the same.
I’ve beat the ground with my thundering roar.
I’ve pattered against windows that have never seen rain before.
I’ve broken glass and broken doors.
I’ve watched houses topple from brittle floors.
I’ve broken down barriers and crushed every sign.
I would blame the weather, but the fault is mine.

Heaven Forbid

Heaven forbid you end up alone.

In your weakest moments, you’re left on your own.

In the midst of the darkness, you begin to realize the truth.

All of your thoughts and actions reflect back onto you.

Choose your words carefully.

Paint yourself humble.

You never know, when the Earth starts to shake, all of the people around you may crumble.

It’s a painful reality.

All you wanted was proof.

Proof that those that said they would stand by you were telling the truth.

You faked your death.

Everyone knows.

And for that reason, you’re standing alone.

 

 

This Is Just To Say

This is just to say:

I have caused grief.

I have caused your grief.

I saw your reaction when you heard the news.

Your body trembled as you fell to your knees.

Oh, how you still weep.

I am the bringer of your pain.

I have taken your loved one away.

Somewhere out there, his body lies beneath an unmarked grave.

Imagine if he would have stayed…

The blood…The guns…Those who were slain.

All of the images of war would have forever diseased his brain.

He would not have been the same.

Forgive me.

I have added another soul to my jar.

Believe me, he would not have gotten far.

Forget me not.

I will come and collect again, when your time has reached its end.

-Death