kayla's profile~*.Where Shadows Dwell.*...PhotosBlogListsMore ![]() | Help |
|
|
~*.Where Shadows Dwell.*~The direful rantings of a disquieted mind... August 19 aahh the rainNight becomes dominant as the sun relinquishes its duty to the everlasting beauty of the moon. Silver strands of light reach toward the ground to wash over the wet earth. Silently the moon hides herself behind thin wisps of clouds, as if playing a child's game with those who seek out her beauty, weaving in and out of sight. In the distance a loud rumble can be heard, sounding much like a slumbering beast, as the nights cool air washes over trees and rustles their branches shaking off what moisture has accumulated there from the skies fair rain. Crickets chirp in happiness as the night begins its dance. Darkness deepens around all it touches, capturing shadows and holding them close. Clouds above move ever so gently as they release small drops of moisture and send them dancing to the ground. With soft drumming the droplets rhythmically surrender themselves to the earth and all that she grows. Light flashes as angry clouds begin to ravage the sky, followed by thunderous crashes that shake the very core, only to fade back to the gentle hum of the nights insects and pitter-patter of raindrops.... August 08 nothing nothing at all\
my hollow chest is empty
filled with nothing
nothing at all
days slip by with no meaning
like nothing
nothing at all
i look at you and feel
like nothing
nothing at all March 15 ...clotted with guilt my heart struggles to pump mangled blood through frozen veins, shaking hands clench to regain steadiness, alone.......feelings left unsaid,un-felt , unsafe, and alone......wandering eyes seek to pierce whats left of unconscious armor in search of malfeasance. unknowing to seekers of no wrong doing, my heart skips and my breath catches. shadows creep around sharpened corners gripping and my sides, vision becomes blurry as shapes loose form...alone......downward i fall onto softened pillows that ease my racing mind, hopeful i lay wanting for sleep to save my tormented cerebrum....
*a work in progress March 14 o nothing, nothing at allalone again i stand in the nights frigged air, blankly i stare into the dense darkness that surrounds me, wanting and needing something more to be there, more than the shadows, more than the nothingness that draws me ever so close and squeezes me tight. the wind slowly whips against my cheeks drying and freezing my tears in a perfect state of damned. downward i fall into the vat, a vat of nothing at all, one thing that terrifies me is the greatness of the nothing, the nothing at all. farther and farther i fall, falling into the nothing at all. whats worse than the falling is knowing there will be nothing to save me, nothing at all.....
(C)kdt July 01 for the ppl who liked me herewell for those of you who liked me here i just wanted to say that i'm not on as much as i used to be but i am on myspace a lot. look me up and add me :) i'd be more that happy to c ya there http://www.myspace.com/belatedpenguin thats mine :) October 25 oraclequietly i bid my time, longing for warmth to return while icy fingers wind their way up my spine only to penetrate my skin through the underside of my cerebrum, caressing and squeezing my throat choking off whatever sobs that remain. numbness creeps its way along my extremities releasing my hands from their clenched state of panic, only to replace them with the familiar feeling of pins and needles.
crouched in a corner, hidden from all wandering eyes, in this position i stay, with my arms holding my chest as tightly as possible, my one last attempt to keep my heart from fading away with the cold. franticly my eyes hunt the horizon seeking any familiar form that would bring with it warmth and hope....but alas my sight only sees the bleak expansion of nothingness encased in darkness... silent shadows dance their merry pirouettes in a vicory promenade around my shaddered hope..
mangled figures push their way from darkened crevasses stumbling toward me with eyes chalked white with death. as they reach toward me with crooked digits i open my mouth to release a shrill scream of fear, frozen claws clench my neck tightening thier grip and holding back any sound that would have escaped, i turn to run hoping to find light hoping to find warmth that would save me from this frozen hell encased in umbrae. one foot after the other, slowly, as if stuck in clotted blood my feet trudge unsuccessfully, one step then two, but no more. downward i fall into the cold caresses of unsightly creachers reaching for my last shred of happy hope, feasting on my misery like hungry wolves....and going back for more..
violently i awake, tangled amongst my bedsheets sobbing into the nights forgoten darkness while holding on to myself, waiting to shivver away into another illusion of terrior that haunt my loanly nights....... o my so much time!wow it has been so long since i've been on. well lets see whats happened,. i bought a new house! and its perfect!!! its got the basement, and upstairs and a fireplace!! two dining rooms and two living rooms! its my dream house! i bought it w my bf, and we just recently got a new car. life hasnt been too bad, which is nice for a change...... March 11 swivel chair side showcold grips at my chest, even in the warm new weather of spring, the icy tendrils still manage to find my last warm thoughts and turn them to cold whisps of memory. feelings that were thought to be forgotten now surface to bear new lacerations of pain across my heart, numbed with the fridged acid of hurt and fear... this hollowed shell that was left in a twisted heap was brought back only to be shaped into another mangled mess. once filled with pain and desperation only to be emptied with false hope and smiles and filled once again.
i walk slowly into the shadows i once knew and loved, back into my world of safety and darkness. i stand and close my eyes feeling the umbrae seep onto my skin making it crawl with sensations long since lost. i pick up my mask of smiles and place it over tear stained cheeks. my silent sobs echo through the empty space that is my soul crashing from side to side and playing tag with my sences.
i glace upwards toward the moon in her radiant glory, and she smiles back at me as if to say " i missed you too, now lets go home" and i am surrounded by darkness as i drift away...
January 07 a new year.......and new roads.well its the new year and everythings been going fast. theres been a lot of changes and discoveries. i've found out that nothing is what it seems. how funny is that when its the main topic in my favorite movie! ha, should've paid more attention i guess. well lets see....found out my now ex-boyfriend was nothing like i thought he was and neither was our relationship. didnt ever think i'd be one to be abused and let down... but i've got higher hopes for my new prince charming...hahaha. ne hoots. i started off my new year the right way and i've been learning all new life lessons. it just sucks having to learn them the hard way but o well thats how its done right>? sometime soon i'll be posting new poems and stuff so do not fear i have returned lol. hope everyone is well
blessed be August 08 helpless....1/15/07 john is now history! thank goodness
August 07 help out if you canhey peeps. i told my niece i'd help her out so if you would go to this addy
create an account, activate it and all that good stuff.
i dont know all the details but something about the more people she reffers the more
cool stuff she gets?? so if you would please help out and get others to too. i appreciate it much July 27 is this loves suicide?stranded alone i shuffle my way past unwanted light. shrouded in my shadows i seek comfort. humid air grips at clothing, leaving them clinging to frozen skin. tears fall angry onto dry soil that sucks at them greedily. hands clenched tightly into fists ready to strike at anything and nothing at all. acid moves its way from stomach to heart to erode it away and to kill the pain.
is this loves suicide?
whats left of moonlight glitters upon the ground sweeping its way through shadows, while thoughts that torment stagger through whats left of my concience cerebrum. images and words left said and unsaid lash out and create hidden wounds that you will never see. strawberry gashes and sapphire bruises hidden beneath the surface, cant be seen by anything but my minds eye, they lay burried upon piles of regret and questions that'll be pushed aside.
is this loves suicide?
its not a habbit, its cool, i'll be fine...........................
(C)KDT July 09 anybody?has anybody just had one of those days where u just want to sream FU#$ YOU!!!! at the top of your lungs??? anybody? or is it just me? probably just me. o well, guess we cant all be perfect. of course if i was i wouldnt be so damned pissed off right now..... i guess today is just one of those days where nothing is going to go right. i wish i had a dark hole to crawl into and hide out for a few days.......... ok i guess thats enough venting for now June 23 one of those days....wow. today is one of those days where everything goes wrong and all the
Fit hits the shAN at once. i guess i've realized that growing up means shutting up. like in my relationship. its been almost a year( one more month but whose keeping track right?) and i guess we have a communication problem. he talks i listen. i dont talk he gets mad. i do talk he gets mad. i dont understand what he wants, he gets what he wants. i take what i can get.... but the realization is that theres no problem if i shut up. if i just do whatever he wants and take what he gives with no complaints everything is fine.. its just so hard to think that what everyone is telling me is true, in the end its always gonna be about the guy and nothing should be about you. i guess its just hard to break from the way things used to be. everything equal, having a part of the lime light. but growing up means change and this i need to deal with. in family life its the same. just listen to others and help with what they want. pay bills, and shut up. i hate keeping everything inside but i've done it for so long now its habit. a habit that hurts and i cant give this up as easily as i did smoking i guess...... thank god for my blog and my mom. with out either i would explode from internal build up of mindless nothingness..... June 22 found this quote“Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, "hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "oh, you mean purple!" and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, "no - I want magenta!"”--John Mayer
found this quote and fell in love with it. however i consider myself more of an ebony charcoal. it knows what other colors are like and it still captures just as much beauty (with the proper shading i suppose.) and if you think about it, some colors wouldnt be what they are with out a black tint to them. so [in terms of pastels "chalk"] the ebony charcoal is their support giving them their viberance [or this could just be because charcoal is my favorite medium at the moment] June 11 pics of mewell i got bored and so i put pics of me up. if i ever figure out how to hook my camera up to my comp i'll have more pics to put up :) dont laugh at ne of them cuz theres one where my hair is very frizzy May 30 i know...i know i should have just left them all up, but after a while i just thought they were cluttering up the place. i did however save them somewhere else and while reading them today i thought i'd bring a few back...... my personal favoriteMay 12 feeling a bit bitter today breathless i stand, amongst my shadows, awaiting your judgment. being hidden from you is a comfort i seek, out of sight from the look of regret and of longing for something else. forgive me my friendship, i didn’t know that all i bring is cold pain, and sadness. go and stand in your light, be the hero that everyone expects. dance in the spotlight and be merry with them all. i'll stand here and watch you, ready for when you fall.... not much cushioning can be granted by all my broken pieces, the ones you help to batter....god forbid that your sunshine should be invaded by shadows and darkness, so allow me to pamper you while your "boo-boos" heal, and dont forget to step on me when your masters call "Heel!". ..May 29 midnight serenade alone i lay with my back against the moistened earth, looking up at the sky above which has turned a most comfortable shade of deep gray. darkened clouds move in overhead to block all stars but the ones that dared to peek through the grayness. shadows are cast by neighboring lights that stand on rusted sconces on old houses. a sprinkle of laughter glitters across the night air as children finish their long hunt for the lightning bugs that dance among the shrubberies and flowers. crickets sing their nighttime song amidst the mound of foxgloves and forget-me-nots. and still i look onward toward the sky, wishing the clouds to move on, to release the stars from their shadowy prison. but to no avail, my wishing falls upon deaf ears. from somewhere in the shadows comes a furry figure to offer his purr into the midnight serenade, soon after a few more companions come to flop near my side and offer their gentle rumbles to aide my troubled thoughts. the wind has yet to blow its soft song of sorrow in this lovely melody that has begun, but there seems to be no need, the shadows still awaken to dance upon the ground and near darkened crevices..... all is timed to a steady beat to create my little show, however my mind stays restless but welcomes the distraction. what a wonderful night to have a serenade...... damnedApril 23, Damned every time i try to show how i feel i cannot. it becomes an uncomfortable thorn in the world of roses your use to. a pain of mine i could never make yours, so i dull my point by showing false feelings. a happy face, and a pleasant smile just for you. i wont show you my tears, or tell you about my nightmares, i'll keep them to myself. tucked away in a corner of darkness, safe in the shadows of my soul. your fluffy pretentious world shall be left unscathed by my lacerating shadows. i'm always here to listen to you b*tch and moan, but it seems i cant talk to you, the words stick and you dont seem interested in listening anyway. your demeaning stare pierces my heart in the deepest way. leaving wounds unable to heal, and pieces broken to small to replace. but as long as your happy i guess that makes it all ok, as long as your light still shines everything is alright. but still i am damned to show everything false. and anytime i reveal truth your smile fades and your stare starts to cut once again. May 03 Damned(part 2) once again your stare pierces me, am i not but a bitter silhouette in your eyes? a hollow shell of wasted space. an empty vessel in need of something. a mere nothing to you....encased in my shadows i haunt the halls in which you tread, but you wouldn’t notice and you wouldn’t care. its only when you need something, only when its about you. doesn’t matter that it hurts others, it doesn’t matter that its selfish, your gratification is all that matters to you. your empty words still float in my mind, your voice still verberates in my thoughts taking on new meanings, now all twisted it turns on me. an echo of you that tells me my faults, reminding me of my pain and of my hurts. old wounds begin to deepen, seeping more darkness into the world. another stain upon the base of light to which you've become so accustomed. "i hope that your happy, you really deserve it" June 02 damned (part 3) my heart lies murdered twisted in your grip, seeping its last will of life through your clenched fingers. battered are the last rays of light that i clung to, the ones that you so carelessly shut away. fallen are the hopes i had for happiness, but as long as your happy its all "peachy". shunned are the feelings i harbor amidst my pain. why should i be meant to feel this way and not you? is my justice met when yours is always served? or do i still manage only to reach the short end of the stick. you've taken all i have to give, and yet you've given me nothing. i'm empty now, a mere vessel in this world, a hollow void amidst the sunshine that you live in. but you're still oblivious to all the truths that you've piled lies upon. don’t play the angel because you were born the demon. june was a good monthJune 10 midnight echoes (incomplete) huddled in a corner i stay, longing to escape from eyes that bear no reflections. i press deeper into the shadows, begging for their protection. my darkness blankets me, shielding me from the light that burns. liquid sapphire rapidly pulses through veins as anxiety takes over. lost in a sea of nothingness as umbrae promenade inside shadows, i lay watchful. outside rain pounds upon now moist dirt as lightning thrashes its way through clouds and thunder roars till midnight echoes.........
June 4 afternoon rain grey clouds swirl amidst the fog of the earths atmospheric blanket. creating mountains of colored cotton candy against the afternoon sky. sunshine still fights to break through the net of thickening nimbuses, but at last to no avail. the suns glowing orb becomes encased by a cloudy cocoon. moisture that has accumulated over time begins to slowly release itself from the placid grip. thunder billows its way through the air as clouds continue their aerial ballet. Rain drops shimmer and glide as they dance towards the earth surface. somewhere in the distance lightning flashes and illuminates faces in the now darkening town. all faces looking downward to evade the cool drizzle, all looking at the ground... all but one. one face is left upturned to bask in mother natures rare beauty. two eyes are left open to cry along with her as she weeps for all to see.... from june 26bitter-me[ you hate, anger, remorse, pain all mix in the cauldron to burbble inside my mind. sour thoughts of YOU squeeze at my insides forcing out the anguish that is YOU. its not enough that i give YOU everything, its not enought for me to be me. use me, abuse me, take me, hate me, leave me, but dont YOU love me. i couldnt ask that much of YOU, but YOU ask the world of me. my despondency keeps me going, its all i have left. YOU have YOUR limelight, YOUR followers, YOUR lovers, YOUR euphoria..and YOU'LL never again have YOUR doormat that is me. when YOU find out the truths behind the lies, i will be gone.........
this one is from back in junescreaming blind outside the wind hangs flat, no breeze to cool the land. animals lay panting, searching for comfort as the nights scents hang in the humid air, and fireflies hover lazily above the ground. darkness creeps around corners and edges, searching for a new space to claim. starlight shimmers from behind wispy clouds, and a street light hums as it flickers to stay on. shadows move slowly across the asphalt, heading for the dark. and i stumble silently through the yards final acres. sluggish i stand, listening to neighboring sounds. a child, not ten yards away, screaming for attention because “buddy stole her dolly.” dogs howl as they're put on chains and left alone.... crickets chirp lightly from down beyond the grass, as cicadas drone on in chorus to the nights mellow sounds. and i'm left with darkness. my heart feels hollow, yet is full of tortured pains. a cascade of emotions overwhelm my lost mind. eyes are puffy, as tears run on full, unable to see into the starry sky. but i still know its there. out of blind desperations i hang on to oncoming sobs, not wanting to disrupt the nights wholesome sounds. screaming inside because there’s nothing i can do.......................... bringing back the oldjust thought i'd put up a few things i took off a while back.........
_________________________________________________________-
Nightlit Sky
tonight there is no moon hovering gently above the distilled scenery. only the gentle presence of darkness surrounding all and sparing none. the shadows are carefully hidden amongst the blanket of tenebrosity, few shapes take form to dance and skitter at the corner of your peripheral vision. stars glisten like tiny liquid orbs of fire in the nights enigmatic sky. dimly lit are the forms of creatures that stalk the night, on the prowl for the taste of what they crave. behind objects they hide their predatory form as their prey scuttles about the open space. muscles tense as the timing nears for the moment of capture...silhouettes are cast across the pavement by the towering lamplights that line the city streets as the gentle whisper of wind delicately dances next to your ears as the night sings its lonely song of sorrow. a lonely song of sorrow is all i hear as i lay sleepless next to my window. no happy laughter to ease my tattered thoughts. just my lullaby provided by the nights inhabitants.. the gentle pitter-patter of padded feet as they race against moist ground, the careful humming of insects as they balance on their perches, the distant cry of an owl as she spots her new playmate, the soft creaking and groaning of branches as they sway in the nights breeze. but still no nice words from the lips I crave most to soothe my emotions, no warmth next to me to see me through the night of comforting cold ahead.... alone.... in a tangle of blankets i toss and turn fighting the nightmares that are sure to come, awake i scream into the blackness, knowing there are no arms to hold me as I shiver away into another illusion of torture........................
(C)KDT May 23 The Saga Of Larry Continues....This was something i had to write for my english class. i had to alter my writing quite a bit b/c my teacher wasnt fond of the way i write.*****
Larry sat amongst the bushes; his orange fur gleamed in the pale moonlight. A faint wind rustled the tree branches nearby as he turned his moist pink nose toward the moon and it almighty appearance. Its distilled rays blanketed the ground, creating shadows and black figures that danced across the field. Starlight shimmered behind a canopy of foggy clouds that swayed over the midnight sky. It was night again. Larry began to circle the edge of the field, keeping close to the shadows. Padded paws crept silently along while his bushy tail swayed with each step. It was again time to hunt. Brilliant green eyes scoured the umbrae searching for movements. Shadows began to merge with each other as the moon became encased in a thick cloud, which drowned out its light. The world became his enemy. Everything was dressed in black; objects began to lose their shape as darkness blended grass together with the trees and bushes. Larry's pointed ears flattened as he searched the sky for the light of the moon. Such a comfort it was to be caressed by the faint beams that the moon emitted, he rarely thought of life without it. It permitted just enough light to create shadows in all the right places, unlike the sun. The sun's rays were always blinding to the delicate pupils of his silted eyes. Hunting during the day was nearly impossible. There were never enough shadows or places to hide. Everything was light and in the open, everything was his predator. Larry continued to crouch in the darkened shadow of his shrub. The entire world was a shadow. There was no moonlight to highlight movements, only darkness. He paused allowing his eyes to adjust to the caliginosity of the night, then continued his search. Larry rounded the edge of the field that was closest to the pavement. A stale breeze washed a putrid vapor up to his nostrils causing his nose to wrinkle. He squinted toward the edge of the road and confirmed what he’d thought. Another stupid animal laid lifelessly stretched alongside the concrete executioners block. The poor beast was twisted in pain, death had been slow to comfort it. It’s milky eyes were still open and faced upward at the moon. Probably the last sight it was granted. “If I have to go,” thought Larry, “I want that to be my last sight as well. Nothing but the radiance of the moon in all her glory.” A crack sounded from a short distance to his left. Larry quickly flattened his ears and shifted his body silently behind a mossy rock nearby. Crouching so close to the ground that his stomach was tickled by the long grass he searched his surroundings. It was to be no use however, everything was a dark outline and he couldn’t see definite shapes. The sound of rustling leaves caused his pointed ears to perk up. He heard more rustling followed by a squeak. “Must be a field mouse…,” He thought, “ A perfect dinner.” Larry cast a quick glace at the sky. He searched for a hint of the moon, and felt another breeze ruffle his fur. He watched in anticipation as the clouds above began to shift aside. He strained in impatience as he waited for the moon to be unveiled. His eyes widened in hope as a few loan strands of light stretched to the ground, tendrils grabbing at shadows. That was all he needed. He looked to his left again. Confident of his ability now that the moon was with him again, Larry crept silently forward. A pale wash of moonlight fell over a musty pile of leaves. This was his target. He stealthily stalked sideways behind a rotted log. Peering around its edge he watched the leaves. Light began to blanket the ground in fuller radiance. Sparing a glance upward he saw the moon unravel itself from the clouds. It was almost like it heard the silent plea he had made. Focusing again on the leafy mound he waited. It was now illuminated in an abundance of milky-blue light. All became peaceful again. Lightning bugs flickered around the weeds among the grass, and late night grasshoppers pirouetted around dying flowers. A loan furry body ensconced itself inside the shadows, waiting. The rustling continued, and sharp green eyes found their target. A small body scratched at twigs while twitching its whiskers, unaware of the game it had entered. The nights fair breeze began to seep through the trees, creating a gentle distraction just long enough for action to happen. Muscles tensed as the moment approached. Pupils dilated and fur stood on end, Larry’s heart beat in his chest and his ears lay flat. The time had come. A gentle kick was all that was needed, one bound, then two, the target had been hit. A gentle cry arose into the nights sky, and crickets sang songs of sorrow, as flowers bent and twisted in the breeze, adverting their gaze from life’s grand plan. Silence soon followed as night turned to day. Larry laid underneath the moons expanding glow. A soft rumble emitted itself from deep within him as he gazed up in wonder. Stars twinkled like pin points in a pool of ebony liquid as the moon shone brightly against it’s black velvet blanket. His companion. A silent friend with a flashlight in a lonely world of shadows. He stretched out tired muscles and drank in his surroundings. It was night again. (C)KDT |
|
||
|
|