Orange

I apologize for my incompetency at this posting regulary business!

Orange

for a million days

she was sitting there

twirling a strand

of her tangled hair

not that a million

days could fit in

that moment—more

likely it was just

a minute

but who gets to s

ay how long a

heart stays frozen?

ice will thaw its

white, transparent

cold

numbing

 cracked self, eventually

she had a theory

of a fiery heart

that once burned

with life

something could steal that

fire away

with the instant its

own fire went out

and so her flame

had turned into a

small kindle

it’s only as orange

as the setting sun

the setting sun that

trickles away holding

its light on the world

each second it can, until

it’s gone

for a million nights

sat there

twirling hair

dark night

heart ice

~Olivia

Ash

Where lie the shattered thoughts and bones we have let die?

Uncover the lost, unconscious minds we buried in the void.

Like rocks that circle the storming seas, they've been ground to fading dust,

but hidden in the depths of darkness are memories left behind.

Remember with all strength and courage to revive the ones who died,

pay respect to ancient kindnesses and forgotten earthly love.

If a blizzard of ash and shadow kidnaps our sunlight,

we'll rekindle the fire in our minds for the lives of the ones we've lost.

La Poem

Wow, yeah I confused myself with this one.

When there’s not much time

for the pink, pastel petal

to latch onto her glowing ember

she must become creative.

She must fly away

to the verenadant valley

so that she may sit in the sun.

She must tilt her head back

and soak up the chartreuse rays.

They’ll speak to her, these rays,

in the native nature language

that we all secretly speak,

and say encouraging things

about blossoming inspiration.

The grass blades join in, adding the

granatuous grins of other petals

while the river sings about

peeling paper which withers

slowly to the flantaniut floor. 

Hours of seconds pass

and at long last 

she must grin and laugh

but eventually say her heartfelt goodbyes.

She must raise her head to the sky

and allow the chartreusian rays,

speaking their chartreusian language,

to pull her away,

back to her safe, little cove

off the shore of the Marlania Ocean.

The blue and silver soaked waves

of the Marlania Ocean.

For Shame.

Bad

Very Bad

Shirking your obligations,

again.

Worse

So much worse

Forgetting what your obligations were,

for the first time.

Horrid

Almost morbid

Never making amends,

ever.

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See, I wrote this because I felt bad about not posting on here for forever! And then it evolved. Hehehe. Crazy how that happens.

:)

A Girl's Bedroom

My room is a curious thing

Not alive

But close enough

To where only I 

am welcomed

Into its peculiar embrace

The walls are a warm

peanut butter

Hiding humming pixies of my 

dreams that

Steal away socks

some of which can be found

Under cool ruffled sheets

Books scatter delicately 

Their wings of hidden 

magic

Fluttering quietly around my

well worn floor

Disappearing only to reappear

Some other cluttered place

Pages worn and yellow

but loved

Then there's a bed

My bed

Where I almost always rule

A squeaky mattress laughing

hoarsely as I erase

a girls eyebrow 

for the seventeenth time

A deluge of pillows 

that are my squishy throne 

Holding my infinitesimal 

dreams as I ponder the secrets of those 

Weird aliens who dare to 

walk outside

My kingdom

And my knicknacks

Chattering across a tight spaced universe

Speaking in foreign tongues of their

travels from mystical

places

Telling me secrets 

as I sift through

much used colored pencils

But sticky hands or stern commands

open that ever stoic door

and the magic

is lost

The whispers stop

The pixies freeze 

My humorous mattress 

Holds its breath

They always leave

though

Eventually

and after a hesitant wait

The magic sparks again

And we breath a sigh of relief

My room is a curious thing

Not alive

But close enough

To where only I 

am welcomed

Into its peculiar embrace

Oh, and then there's the closet...

**Ash**

Swift

Here it comes

Swift as a poisoned arrow

Embedding itself deep into my heart

Terror

I have nothing to fight for

No animalistic need to stay alive

Because everything is handed to me

But the fear is crippling

The dread and horror of the future

A future I hope I survive

The storybooks don't prepare you

The soothing of soft hands don't protect

Against my doubt and turmoil

I wish I could run

Run until all answers are provided and counted

And I can smooth everything out with well fed hands

Yet my fingers are thin and calloused

Not from work but from worry

The product of a hunched sense of retreat

Here it comes

Swift as an arrow

Embedding itself deep into my heart

Terror

**Sorry for not posting! Ash**

You Look Time Lord

Two mandatory things to remember:
     Fezzes are cool
     Bow ties are cool
But never forget
please don't forget
to not blink
don't look away
from the wibbly wobbly
timey wimey
stuff.
or the void stuff
because your child
just might have
a time head.
but everything will be
just fine.
don't cry little angel
Trust me
Just don't talk to me
when I'm cross
And yes
you may call me
Sexy
but only when we're
alone.
So hello
no
wait
the other one.

Name. Rank. Intention.
The Doctor. Doctor. Fun.
Brilliant