Your Maze.

The moment you stopped to care,

I had already turned my head and locked my heart.

Lives just stopped and stared,

I was gone.

That memory of you saying my name,

So vague, distant, replayed in my mind like a movie.

Yet everyday treated like a game.

I'll show it love.

The times you tore me down,

Creating another twist, turn, in the maze.

There's only one way out.

I am lost,

All because you have the key to my heart.

The directions to the game.

You know the way out of this maze.

Dusted Yesterday

The saltiness of the air caressed my silky lips and soothed me to awaken as I lay with fatigue on my pillow. I opened my eyes, simply adorning the sunrise seeping in through my keyhole of my deck and watching as dust twirled in the beauty of it all. My eyes sift through my bedroom, finally landing on my bedside table, falling on a key. Pain and sorrow fill me as I shoot straight up in bed. No. No it couldn't have. Racing to my deck doors, I pull aside the curtain, yellowed with age. No. I look out to my ocean, my world, to find it pained by ashes and burnt by sorrow.  My fingers smooth over the key held in my hand; its intricate design intriguing me, and the weight of the brass weighing down my life. All with the dust dancing through my hair.

Heart

Author's Note: I went to a dance convention this weekend (I am soooo sore right now!) and I tried out for a scholarship. Judges were critiquing you the entire day on and off the floor. This piece explains what I felt and what it was like even after my hard work and amazing effort...enjoy!

A pair of eyes watching every move.

Shifting, searching, digging.

Heart beating.

A mouth and tongue disapproved.

 Criticizing, correcting, challenging.

Heart beating.

A nose sniffing out the wrong.

Mark, incorrect, downgrade.

Heart beating.

A head shaking out all joy.

Paining, wronging, pushing down.

Heart beating.

A heart, cold as winters' grounds.

Unsympathetic, misunderstanding, misleading.

Heart beating.

No ears to listen to your pleads.

Ignorance, innocence, no.

Heart racing.

Photograph

Author's Note: I started writing this creative piece, and I didn't know where to go from here! I figured to just post it on my blog and have all of my amazing peers give me feedback and ideas for me to continue this story.
 

Merriam Webster's definition of photograph "A picture or likeliness obtained by photography." What a picture really is; A moment in life, a person, so dear to you and near to your heart that time froze,  the world stopped,  and life stared you straight in the eye. Everyone has the photograph whether portrayed for the world to see, creased in your back pocket, or engraved in stone in your mind. Everyone has that moment that means the world to them. I know I did, and when it's snatched out of your very hands, the world doesn't stop-- it ends. I had the photograph that meant the world to me, because it was all that traced to my previous life, my backwards life, me.

Try an Apple for Valentine's Day...

       More than 35 million heart-shaped chocolate boxes were sold on Valentine’s Day last year. Over 35 million people, then, were supposedly shown signs of affection. Key word there: Supposedly. Have you ever realized how pointless the point of chocolates given on Valentine’s Day really is? Basically, you’re saying “Hey! I love you! That’s why I am going to find you the cheapest chocolate I can get my hands on (most likely from Wal-Mart,) sit here with you, and watch you put on the pounds by the moment.” Yeah. Love you too. All in all, chocolates for Valentine’s Day equal pain (whether it is on your part or on theirs,) and a regret-filled holiday.

            First of all, chocolates aren’t that all healthy for you. When I say unhealthy, I am not talking about eating two servings of potato chips instead of the recommended one, I’m talking, by eating two chocolates, you are putting 7 teaspoons of sugar into your body. Multiply that by, say, eight to find the amount of sugar you consume by eating that entire box of chocolates; 56 teaspoons of sugar. You really would be safer getting that questionable look from your loved one when you give them a bag of carrots, instead of listening to them complain about feeling bloated, or hearing them whine about how their favorite Hollister jeans don’t fit anymore. I mean come on people; buying a box of chocolates may leave you in endless hours of drudgery and regret.

            Not only are chocolates somewhat unhealthy, they are a complete waste of time and money. For example, the caramel filling in these chocolates—simply takes an extra 5 minutes to fill the candies with caramel, and you pay an additional 5 bucks! The shiny ribbon on that wonderfully wrapped package costs close to 25 cents while you pay around two dollars to have that bow that really isn’t necessary on your box of chocolate. These are just two examples to show how much of a rip-off heart shaped chocolates are.

            To be honest, chocolate candies for Valentine’s Day is extremely overrated and kind of stupid, as you might just be spending your holiday listening to whining and complaining all-the-while with an empty wallet. So, show your love you care and get them an apple this Valentine’s day, opposed to a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

           

Truth or Dream?

When you stare at me my heart flutters to my throat,

When you respond I smile.

Your laugh sings in my head all day and night,

But why don't you stand up?

I know that I am not what is wanted,

I know we could not be.

Your face melting through my thoughts,

What is wrong here?

So what am I feeling, friendship or more?

So which do I listen to, my heart or my head?