Trapped in a dungeon of love
Escape seen only in the darkest of days
My white little boat floats around in your heart
I am all alone
My echo as my only companion
Death is among me while you are mute
Blinded by the words of anther love,
I am trapped
Trapped in your dungeon of love
Inspired by untitled by Cy Twombly
Monday, December 13, 2010
Friday, December 10, 2010
Colors
Inspired by untitled by Dwaledface
A little girl who stands lone in a world of millions
On the outside you see beauty
Greatness and wonder
Full of color and life
Unstoppable by life and breathless against nature
A grown woman who stands with many in a world of emptiness
In the inside you see darkness and death
Torture and despair
Lost between the trouble of life and drowning in the pool of chaos
A little girl who stands lone in a world of millions
On the outside you see beauty
Greatness and wonder
Full of color and life
Unstoppable by life and breathless against nature
A grown woman who stands with many in a world of emptiness
In the inside you see darkness and death
Torture and despair
Lost between the trouble of life and drowning in the pool of chaos
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
WHAT I AM HEARING!
Bells
Daylight
Repeating
Screaming
piano
In my head
Loud
So loud
STOP IT
I cant take it and more
God DAMN
Cut it out
Smashing
dance
Sleeping
Squeaking
Laughter
Not mine
Shoes
Whispers
My thoughts screaming at me
Shut up
Heads throbbing
I know your secret
No you don’t
Pain
Stop
Just stop
I'm begging you
PLEASE
SHUT THE F*** UP!!!!
My head smashed into the ground
nothing
Daylight
Repeating
Screaming
piano
In my head
Loud
So loud
STOP IT
I cant take it and more
God DAMN
Cut it out
Smashing
dance
Sleeping
Squeaking
Laughter
Not mine
Shoes
Whispers
My thoughts screaming at me
Shut up
Heads throbbing
I know your secret
No you don’t
Pain
Stop
Just stop
I'm begging you
PLEASE
SHUT THE F*** UP!!!!
My head smashed into the ground
nothing
Take My Hand
Take my hand
Hold it tight
And promise me that you will never let got
Destiny will hold us together
The tree of my love grows larger day by day
143 you know you and me
Don’t leave me please don’t go
Take my hand
Hold it tight
And promise that you will never let go.
Hold it tight
And promise me that you will never let got
Destiny will hold us together
The tree of my love grows larger day by day
143 you know you and me
Don’t leave me please don’t go
Take my hand
Hold it tight
And promise that you will never let go.
Christmas
The gorgeous night
The happy night
The perfect night
The star glistens from a far
as the baby boy was born
He is perfection and smiling
Everything seemed content and perfect
but it you look at it, it was not.
The wet night
The cold night
The night the destroyer came into my world
The sad night
In real life; nothing is perfect
In real life; there are no happy endings
MARRY CHRISTMAS! :D
Written in the eyes of Madi Brey
The happy night
The perfect night
The star glistens from a far
as the baby boy was born
He is perfection and smiling
Everything seemed content and perfect
but it you look at it, it was not.
The wet night
The cold night
The night the destroyer came into my world
The sad night
In real life; nothing is perfect
In real life; there are no happy endings
MARRY CHRISTMAS! :D
Written in the eyes of Madi Brey
The Way of Writing
So what really is writing?
Writing is the thing that you do when you are mad.
You do it when you are happy.
You do it to get all of your emotions out.
You do it to have fun.
You try to put all the words on the paper but sometimes its just not possible.
And sometimes you cant write enough.
But in the end it is writing.
Beautiful.
Cruel.
Clean.
Chaotic.
One of the things that makes this world go round.
I mean think about it; without writing, we would be nothing.
Writing is joy.
Righting is proof that you and I exist.
It is magic.
It is truth.
It is what keeps us all in order.
It is how we learn.
It is communication.
With out it we would be a mute world.
Writing is the thing that you do when you are mad.
You do it when you are happy.
You do it to get all of your emotions out.
You do it to have fun.
You try to put all the words on the paper but sometimes its just not possible.
And sometimes you cant write enough.
But in the end it is writing.
Beautiful.
Cruel.
Clean.
Chaotic.
One of the things that makes this world go round.
I mean think about it; without writing, we would be nothing.
Writing is joy.
Righting is proof that you and I exist.
It is magic.
It is truth.
It is what keeps us all in order.
It is how we learn.
It is communication.
With out it we would be a mute world.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Depresion Symbolism
imagine being really depressed, so badly that you couldn’t even look at your self in the mirror. When you got to school no one would talk to you and there is no way to change it. In the book “Speak” By: Laurie Halse Anderson, there is plenty of symbolism. Malinda, the main character is very depressed in this book which makes this symbolism really work.
There are plenty of symbols that show this but one of them is the bus window. On page three of the book it says “I try to open my window, but the latches won’t move.” This show that Malinda is in closed and fells very alone, because closed windows mostly show no new beginnings and depletion. Another symbol is the janitor’s closet. She goes here when she wants to be alone, which is most of the time but in this closet it is very dark, and gloomy. The closet is also abandoned, and that is how she feels. The last symbol that shows proof that Malinda is depressed is the mirror. It’s says that the mirror in her room and the mirror in the janitor’s closet. The one in her room, she took down and put it in her closet, facing her wall. This shows that she is ashamed of herself and can’t bear to even look at herself. She does the same with the one in the janitor’s closet. The last symbol that I would like to point out is her grades. If you look at the report card on page 46, it shows that she mostly has bad grades, with the exception of one. The only class that she has a good grade in is Art. The reason being is that it is the only class that she can truly express herself. She has so much pain built up inside of her and in this class she can just take all of that and throws it on to a canvas. Studies say this is one of the best ways to deal with depletion.
imagine yourself depressed, so depressed that the only thing that you can turn to is art. In the book speak, I learned that you can be depressed but in the end friends will always be there for you and when you tell them you problems, it can all go away.
There are plenty of symbols that show this but one of them is the bus window. On page three of the book it says “I try to open my window, but the latches won’t move.” This show that Malinda is in closed and fells very alone, because closed windows mostly show no new beginnings and depletion. Another symbol is the janitor’s closet. She goes here when she wants to be alone, which is most of the time but in this closet it is very dark, and gloomy. The closet is also abandoned, and that is how she feels. The last symbol that shows proof that Malinda is depressed is the mirror. It’s says that the mirror in her room and the mirror in the janitor’s closet. The one in her room, she took down and put it in her closet, facing her wall. This shows that she is ashamed of herself and can’t bear to even look at herself. She does the same with the one in the janitor’s closet. The last symbol that I would like to point out is her grades. If you look at the report card on page 46, it shows that she mostly has bad grades, with the exception of one. The only class that she has a good grade in is Art. The reason being is that it is the only class that she can truly express herself. She has so much pain built up inside of her and in this class she can just take all of that and throws it on to a canvas. Studies say this is one of the best ways to deal with depletion.
imagine yourself depressed, so depressed that the only thing that you can turn to is art. In the book speak, I learned that you can be depressed but in the end friends will always be there for you and when you tell them you problems, it can all go away.
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