Too long.

Hello errone its been a while since i have posted anything... or written anything at all for that matter... so heres a wittle poem:3 enjoy, here goes nothing.

There is a place, much farther than this.
No pride, no glory, least of all, no selfishness.

A myth, a Legend, said to not exist.
But pursuing these tales i cannot resist.

I run, i jump, i crawl on this path.
Following something i clearly, cant have.

it hurts, it scars, it kills inside.
impossible to finish so why even try?

Well listen up to this story of a grave dangerous place.
Farther from here which i saw with my face.

and then it repeats itself:P haha i actually just came up with this, i hope to start writing more and longer so let me know what you think, yadda yadda yadda blah blah blah...

Scheist!

It doust appear that European computers are stupid. So my facebook and emails are locked. Now, I am sitting in a hotel in Munich. I'll be visiting Dachau tomorrow. Italia really does have the best pizza, Switzerland is reallz expensive (I just had a 15 dollar cheeseburger at Mickie D's, and, as always, I can't wait untill Paris.
I miss you all,
--kristin

the poem i wrote for parkhurst (ode to timonthy dalstrom)

Timonthy I adore thee
For without you im lost
my heart melts within me
my love has no cost

i still cherish the day
that we first met
the clouds were dark and grey
it looked like soon, it would be wet

when i saw your face
the sun did arise
i lived my life in a lie
my true feelings i did hide

still to this day
i watch you from afare
as i sit in my front seat
stalking you in my car

Passion Swings Both Ways

I gave you my word, then I gave you my hand.

But you were too busy with track and band.

You promised we would have another date.

Before it happened you shut me out like a gate.

You wanted to be with me; you said you missed me.

Soon enough you were avoiding me like a bee.

You said I meant something; you said I was special.

But you threw me away and left me feeling mental.

In the end everything was a lie; nothing really mattered.

You were my everything but you left me shattered.

You don’t care you left me crying.

So don’t be angry if I leave you dieing.

Quiet pools of sunlight on dew latent ground mid afternoon,
when there is a slight chance of precipitation and clouds are expected
when gentle breezes turn the tide to fall in crescent moons
when food is plenty for children holding silver spoons.

Somewhere across the vast and vanishing world,
past the roaring babble and meaningless chatter
and far off looks and abandoned ideas,
curiosity.
But it lies at the window
while all eyes are on the door.

Big Brother

*So I used the prompt I made to try to come up with a scary story. I think it came out pretty good but half way through I forgot to use scissors in the story. I threw them in and finished up my story so here it is. Enjoy.*

It was a pitch-black night. Not a single star could be seen and not a cloud for miles. The moon shone with a blood-red glow. It didn’t help the couple with the fact that the guy’s idea of a shortcut was through a dead forest. They walked along a mossy, cobblestone path. It was old with many chunks of the path missing and stained with an endless history. The only thing that helped make this path bearable was the fact that the lamps along it still worked; just barely though. Their lights were dim and just managed to bright up the path for a few feet. The couple shuffled as quickly as they could from lamp to lamp, doing their best to avoid the darkness and shadows looming over them. Their over-active imagination made them think the trees were creeping over them extending their branches to grab them. It didn’t help with the fact that they had just left a party and had decided on taking a few shots before departing. The truth, however, was that they had nothing to fear from the trees or the darkness, but instead on what hid behind it all.

“Blake, I thought you said this was a shortcut? We’ve been going through this shortcut forever.”

“Relax, babe. I’ve gone through this path a dozen times.”

As the young couple continued to walk footsteps could be heard. It sounded as though the footsteps were coming from behind them. They sounded light but they could be heard loud and clear. The couple looked over each other’s shoulder and looked. They saw nothing and continued to walk. A few seconds later the footsteps could be heard again.

“Don’t look back!”

“Why!? Do you know what it is?”

“Just keep on walking and don’t look back!” In a whisper he said, “Damn, it’s that day already.”

“Blake, I’m scared.”

He stopped and held on to her hand and looked into her eyes. “Don’t worry Cindy. Nothing is going to happen to you.”

She smiled at his eyes, but then she noticed something was wrong. His smile was awkward and his eyes showed fear. She knew something was wrong. The giggling of a child could be heard from behind her and her smile faded. She turned and saw nothing but the darkness of the forest of dead trees. Her eyes were full of fear and her heart simply continued to pulse telling her to get the hell out.

“Blake, did you hear that!? Blake!?”

She turned around and Blake grabbed her by the wrist pulling her further down the path.

“We have to get the hell out of here!!”

“You know what’s going on!! What is it!?!”

He kept on going along the path pulling Cindy with him. There was determination in his eyes to leave this forest as soon as possible. He ignored the alcohol in his system and kept driving himself forward. He didn’t want to stay for what was hiding for him. Up ahead there was a tunnel dug through a hill. It was pitch black in there and the only thing showing an exit was the dim lamp at the end. On their way to the entrance of the tunnel all they could hear was the giggling of the mystery child. The lamps would flicker furiously as if some force was flipping a switch. Once they got the entrance of the dark tunnel Cindy came to a complete stop and resisted Blake.

“We have to go through this tunnel to leave!”

“Can’t we just go back?”

“Cindy, once we’re through this tunnel we’re pretty much out of here.”

The giggling could be heard coming from the forest again along with the howl of the winds which were now picking up.

“It’s dark in there; we won’t see a thing.”

Suddenly the wind stopped and the nearest lamp shut off leaving the only light to be that of the red moon.

“Now it’s dark out here. Hold my hand and just keep up. I won’t leave you behind. Trust me.”

She reluctantly held on to his hand and entered the tunnel. They walked as fast as they could. All they heard were the echoes of their shoes hitting the ground. Suddenly the footsteps could be heard again. They came from everywhere. Then the giggling came back too.

“Just keep on going! Ignore it all!”

They were only meters away from the light of the lamp until it went out.

“Don’t stop! Keep up!”

The couple continued walking until the light came back on. They stopped and they were outside the tunnel. The couple looked at each other with relief in their eyes. They were short of breath and their hearts were beating rapidly. Suddenly, they heard the giggling again, this time in front of them. They slowly turned toward the noise. Standing right there, in the light of the lamp, stood a small child who looked no older than five years old. He was dressed in a black, ripped, and dirty tuxedo. His skin was pale white, his hair was a dirty black, and his eyes were as red as the moon. The boy just stood there giggling to himself and holding a pair of scissors that were soaked in blood.

“It’s my birthday today. Are you here to play?”

“Blake, who is that?”

“It’s my older brother, John.”

A Poem

Yes, this is a poem

I bet you’re pretty surprised

It doesn’t really have any purpose

This doesn’t paint any beautiful pictures either

It’s actually kind of boring… and you’re reading it

I apologize

It doesn’t have any humor in it

This poem is going nowhere

Honestly, it will probably continue on like this

No rhyming scheme

No topic

Nothing to address

There isn’t any intricate vocabulary that will impress you

This poem doesn’t contain anything like:

“And so the towering mountains rose over the majestic valley of Babylon”

or

“The glory of the River Rhine cast a shadow of darkness across Man’s heart”

You can stop any time

I’m pretty sure Ms. Mouw will not notice if you put down some generic comment

This was pretty much written because I wanted to try something new

That’s the background

Obviously it isn’t working out so well

Perhaps this would be a good time to stop

Then again one or two more lines wouldn’t

The requirement for this week was two pages

So I’ll keep adding on

Make it longer than it really is

And it would be pointless to stop midway

Gotta save those trees and whatnot

… Soooo, you’re still reading

“A” for effort I guess

Congrats! You have more commitment than I thought

Still not much going on though

Yes, this is a poor attempt to stall in case you haven’t noticed yet

I guess it’s better than some of the other stuff that’s out there

Should try to get this published, make millions

This is where it ends

Sorry

Filled up most the page

I fell accomplished

And you should to

You read it

But you were warned

Just sayin’

THE END