3.Cloudburst

Contouring an outline
Loud and bold
Of a person
Unified in rain
Distinct in her ways
Boambarded with
Unrealistic dreams
Reasoning to comprehend
Smiles from her visions
Tethered to her insides
--

2. The Pit

Darkness
Envelopes
Far away
Ghosts
It piles them up in the pit.
--


This is an ABC poem; first four lines are in alphabetical order and are either words or phrases. The fifth line is a sentence.

Pride and Prejudice

That is my very beautiful copy of Pride and Prejudice, it is the deluxe edition by Penguin Books, and you have to admit, it is even more than beautiful. It's exquisite, and elegant. Anyways, I would like to congratulate this amazing piece of work on its 200th year anniversary. This book is my favorite book and mind me I read a lot. Its unprecedented Janeite style, its alluring characters, and its twisted plot all are reasons why this book is the one I show the most love and affection for on my shelf. If you haven't read this book for a probably inexcusable reason please do so, and then come to this blog, because you just can't.

me: when someone says they haven't read P&P

-Lots of wigs
Belle

Overnight

Society doesn't believe that one can change overnight. Is that so?
I am highly against the belief, and I can prove that people CAN and indeed DO change overnight. You know those little kids who lose both of their parents in the same night. You know those devout religious people converting to different religions. You also know those people who read remarkable books and stories, and they finally realize what they want to do with their lives. We have a term in language, "life-changing," and despite our frequent usage of this term we fail to acknowledge it to its fullest meaning. So why are you holding back? It only takes realization and motive.

-Lots of dots,
Belle

1. The Seven Seas

The ocean turns white
Snowflakes land on its surface,
Dandelions fly
--


I am starting a new project where I will write ten poems in the next 10 days. I decided to write a haiku today but I don't quite understand the important points, but practice will make perfect.

The Chrysalis Mystery

I have long been thinking of the way I led my life and I appear to have reached a conclusion. Somewhere between periods of happiness and sadness I have stepped out of my own life, and watched it as a spectator. And when I didn't like what I saw, I patched a different personality trait here and there. One or two may have been acceptable, however, I realized I have patched my entire personality and sewn myself a chrysalis. It's ironic to say a chrysalis, because chrysalises contain butterflies, and I can't help but question the choice by asking myself every single day, will I even slightly resemble a butterfly?

I have an abnormal fear of pain. They call it algophobia in psychiatry. It holds me back, straps me in a seat of constant worry and anxiety, and threatens to worsen each time I tell myself I can pull through. I, myself, whoever that is, can't break free of this fear. But the me I would have liked to be, is so brave, courageous, and strong; and I know because she is me in a pseudo-reality that exists between those periods of happiness and sadness. She is the chrysalis, the perfect one, she is the chrysalis which originated from me.

Nobody realizes I am neither caterpillar, nor butterfly, because everyone peeks through their own chrysalises, pupae, and cocoons and no one is himself. People are hiding behind fake personalities because of their fears, and they are giving hypocritical advice like "be yourself."

But some of us understand that the builder of the chrysalis is the essence, the core, the absolute being. If the me I wanted to be hadn't been inside of me all this time, I wouldn't have had the strength to build the chrysalis. And now I am setting myself free, with all my fears left inside the covering, and my heart pumping fresh blood through my thin little veins in my wings, and I am flying, while the others watch, and admire the beauty of freedom and a word we have come so estranged with: "oneself."

-Lots of peaks,
Belle

Click

it is unknown
what
the shutter
is capable of

focus and
shoot
while
the moment lasts

Charms in The Book Thief

The Book Thief by Markus Zusak, 550 pages

"Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me."

"If you feel like it, come with me. I will tell you a story. I'll show you something."

"Somehow, though, and I'm sure you've met people like this, he was able to appear as merely part of the background, even if he was standing at the front of the line. He was always just there. Not noticeable. Not important or particularly valuable."

"Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness."

"The only thing worse than a boy who hates you, a boy who loves you."

"We will not give up. We will not rest. We will be victorious. Our time has come."

"He was the crazy one who had painted himself black and defeated the world. She was the book thief without the words."

"Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness."

"It's hard not to like a man who not only notices the colors, but speaks them."

"It's much easier, she realized, to be on the verge of something than to actually be it."

"Whispering adults hardly inspired confidence."

"I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their skill is their capacity to escalate."

"It's very rare, don't you think, for a statue to appear before its subject has become famous."

"Even death has a heart."

"It was a Monday, and they walked on a tightrope to the sun."

"Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words."

"It was quite fitting that the entire town was sleeping when the dream carrier was born..."

"Can a person steal happiness? Or is it just another internal, infernal human trick?"

"[T]he stars set fire to my eyes."

"She knew how powerless a person could be without words."

"There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty."

"I'm always finding humans at their best and worst. I see their ugly and their beauty, and I wonder how the same thing can be both. Still, they have one thing I envy. Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die."

"[B]ut there would be punishment and pain, and there would be happiness, too. That was writing."