Sunday, July 25, 2010

A little Story of Mine

I wrote this awhile ago. I leave it up to the reader to decide whether what the narrator experiences is real or just a hallucination. Let me know what you think.

I thought the distance would make everything better. I hoped that not seeing him would help to dissolve my feelings. I was so wrong. The more days I went without him, the stronger the longing grew. I craved his scent, his touch, his stare, his laugh, him, so badly. The old saying, separation makes the heart grow fonder, was all too true. I began seeing him everywhere. He would whisper my name and his cool breath would tickle my neck. When I got dressed in the morning I could smell his intoxicating scent. When I was alone his hand traced my side and his warm, oh so soft, lips occasionally brushed across my shoulder. These fantasies haunted me every day. Shopping, that might help. I grabbed my purse and rushed out. I wandered through the mall and bought random stuff. When I sat down in the food court I saw him. I sipped my soda slowly. He was buying a soft pretzel. I turned away. It was just another hallucination.


I looked up and he stood there with a smile. Definitely a hallucination.


“How have you been?”

“Good, you?”

“Not too bad.”

I looked down and sipped my soda. When I looked up he was gone. I sighed and grabbed my stuff. I walked forward and right towards Land Of The Sun. As I entered, the scent of incense crashed over me like a wave. I took a deep breath, taking in all the scents. I had to get some. I started digging through the incense when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned and there he was. Maybe it wasn’t a hallucination.

“Sorry about earlier, my friend waved me over.”

“Oh, ok.”

“I would have rushed but I saw this,” he said reaching into his bag and pulling out a beautiful silver heart necklace from a bag, “and thought of you.”

I gasped as I took it in my hand. Maybe I didn’t have to forget. He carefully took it from my hand and put it on me. I threw my arms around him and let his scent tickle my nose. He held me close and I could swear his lips grazed my hair. I slowly pulled back and looked into his eyes.

“Sorry… I wasn’t sure how I felt… But now I am… not having you is terrible," he said, emphasizing the last word.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and crushed my lips to his. Definitely not a hallucination. He kissed me back passionately. I don’t have to forget.

Saturday, July 24, 2010

A Poem (by me)

I am having serious writing blues. I just recently was able to start again. I also realized that I have neglected my blog. =( So, until I have some regular posts written, I will share some of my poems and quick writes. Today I will share a poem. I hope you enjoy. Any feedback is welcome. This poem is a multi-color poem I wrote for english class last year.

My Colors

Red is the scars from my ezcema
the blush that burns on my cheeks
after my boyfriend kisses my neck
Blue is the pushpins on my corkboard
the comforting hug of a friend
my victory in winning a chess game
Pink is the towel that dries my hair
the "I love you" in a goodbye
the hug from an old friend
Purple is the eyeshadow I wear
the sadness hidden away
the juice I drink after school
White is the innocence of Linnea
an eight year old barely shaken by life
the fresh paper I draw on
Yellow is the smile on my face
the friends in my life
the lemons that make lips pucker
Green is the grass that tickles my feet
as I run barefoot in the backyard
the peace of nature in the silence of the day
Black is the still at night
the shadows in my room
the burdens of my life
Orange is the warm hug from grandma
the stuffed cheetah on my bed
the scent of a new day