Words Are My Life

Words Are My Life

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Blue Eyes

I love you blue eyes
more than you might know
you’re everything
to me and  I will never ever let go
of your heart.

I love you blue eyes
and all the moments we share
Did you know I need you
Like I need air?


I love you blue eyes
you have a soul of gold
a wandering spirit
and a warm hand to hold.

I love you blue eyes
far longer than forever
and I want you to know that I
Will be there for you whenever
you need me. And more.

I love you blue eyes
and all the moments we share
far longer than forever

I need you like I need air.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

My Favorite Poem

Beautiful//

This is one of my favorite poems because it is relatable to so many people that live in this world. It is important to remember all the things we ARE instead what we are NOT. We should stop living our lives to please others and just live as the best YOU you can be regardless of what other people think. Your self esteem does not come from those around you, it comes from what lies within you and the image you have of yourself.

My Novel

For the month of March my goal was to write a 50,000 word novel. That didn't quite happen, but I've still got a novel in the making. This was definitely a challenge for me to write and I am proud of what I was able to accomplish even though it wasn't my original goal. My manuscript is off to a shaky start but with time I should have everything figured out.
I wasn't sure how to write this book and I had no particular writing process. I just sat down and did it. That is always the hardest part.

Here is a little excerpt:

I was suffocating. I wasn’t breathing. And I was dying.
I could feel it. I could feel everything, until I felt nothing at all.
    ---
“She’s suffered from a broken spine, and we aren’t sure when exactly she’ll wake up. Hopefully, within the next few days, but there is no certainty with these kind of things.”
“She’s only a child, how did this happen?” A sob escaped an older woman’s chest.
“We found her at the bottom of a cliff with no sign of a struggle. Police are investigating the scene as we speak, however the evidence suggests that…  that she did this to herself.”
“We do not have a suicidal daughter, doctor!” The woman rages, her teeth clenched together.
“I’m not suggesting anything. However, I would like for your daughter to have a full recovery and that recovery includes rest. We can talk about this more in the morning.” The doctor replies cooly. He then leaves the room with a silent close of the door.
The woman comes toward my broken body and places her hands on my forehead. “You have to wake up.”  
---
***His arms wrap around me. “Don’t.”
“I just want to be with you.” I mumble into his shoulder.
His head rests on mine and I cling tighter to his body, never wanting to let go. “You can’t.”
A tear leaks down my face. “Where are you? Where did you go?” I am gently pushed away from his embrace.
    “Don’t come looking for me. You won’t find me. And don’t do anything stupid. I won’t be here to save you this time.”  He whispers, but his voice isn’t full of pain like mine is.
    “I lov-”
    “Don’t say it. Don’t you DARE say it.” He responds gruffly pulling me back towards his chest.  He holds me there for a few minutes then places a chaste kiss on my forehead. “Goodbye Haleigh.” Then he is gone.***

 

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Forever Glass

I saw her sleeping.  I knew I should do something. I wanted to run over. I wanted to kiss her full, red lips. And run my fingers through her short coal hair.
            “Hey Princey! Aren’t you gonna kiss Snow White?”
            But I was frozen to the ground, my riding boots never moving an inch. True loves kiss? Was there even such a thing?
            My thoughts and eyes were wandering but both led me back to the same place. Beautiful Snow White encased in the glass coffin and the dwarves surrounded around her with tears in their eyes.
                        .
                        .
                        .
                        .

            
Why grieve when you can keep your loved one encased in Forever Glass?

Isiah?

10.
He had the gun to his head. 
9.
He pulled the trigger getting ready to shoot. “STOP!”
8.
His grip around the holster was loosened.  “Isiah, please listen to me. You don’t have to do this. You know there are other ways.”
7.
“But this is the easiest.”
6.
He knew she was right; so he lowered the gun. It rested near his thigh.  “I can’t stop this anymore.”
5.
The gun was back at his head.
4.
His thumb moved.
3.
Silence.
2.
-BANG-
1.

“Isiah?”


Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Swordsmanship (Sneak Peak)


My blade cut through the sack of grains in an instant. Applause could be heard in the background.

“Thank you everyone!” I bowed half-heartedly to the crowd of watching villagers.

“Don’t get too full of yourself,” A gruff voice said as I was knocked out of my disgraceful bow. The same sword I had attacked the grains with was being held to my neck. “You still have a long way to go.”
            “You spoil all my fun,” I growled, now stuck to the ground.

“Everyone leave! Now!” The voice yelled out into the crowd that was beginning to grow larger by the second.

“Oh, c’mon. They love me. You have to admit it, Arthur.” I giggled up at him.

“No, they love your hideous swordsmanship.” Arthur replied, the gruffness still apparent in his voice.

I scowled up at him. “That was rude. Now, remove the sword. Like you said, I’ve got work to do.”

Arthur raised an amused eyebrow. “Make me.”

“That’s sooo not happening.” I immediately replied.

“It’s part of your training, Adira. You have no choice in the matter.”

“I don’t even have a sword!” I argued.

“Precisely. You won’t always have a sword available during combat.” Arthur growled.

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, but the villagers stay.”

Arthur gave me an icy smile. “They never left, they love you too much.”

“Are you being sarcastic?” I questioned.

“Stop getting distracted and fight me!” Arthur yelled.

“Whatever.” I mumbled then rolled quickly to the left avoiding the slashing of Arthur’s sword.

Arthur narrowed his brows. “Nice move, where did you learn it?”

“My teacher.” I glared at him. “My rude and distasteful teacher.” A chorus of laughter erupted from the crowd circled around us.

Arthur’s swings became more heavy and unforgiving. “So, my suspicions were right. You do talk about me outside of class. How flattering.”

“What?” I said as I dodge another swing that could have cut my arm off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Arthur ran towards me and jumped high into the air landing right in front of my face. I was too startled to move. The sword was placed against my neck, right where it was before we started this mess. “I know you like me.” He whispered.

My face turned exotically red. “How do you know that?” I squeaked.

“The villagers.” Arthur grumbled. “Did you really think they came to watch you?”

I turned my face away to avoid showing Arthur my embarrassed face. The action caused the sword to bite into my skin. I yelped in surprise.

“It’s so typical of you Adira. It’s something you’re going to have to change if you want to get into The Quest.” Arther smirked then removed the sword. “Practice is done for today.” Then he stalked off in the opposite direction.

The crowd cheered at his obvious win and kept cheering until he was out of sight. Then, they dispersed; no one noticing I was on the ground.

             ***

“I heard about it. Save yourself the embarrassment.” My mom chuckled at me.

            “Mom!” I yelled, almost choking on my food.

            “There is to be no yelling at the dinner table.” My Mom said, still grinning at me.

            I swallowed my food. “It was all Arthur, all right? He totally did it on purpose to embarrass me.”

            “No doubt.”

            I groaned. “Mom! I’m serious! I need a new teacher!”

            Mom stood up from the table as she was done with her food. “He’s the best one around. Besides, I’m the one that pays for these lessons. I think that I have a right to choose who teaches you.”

            I slam my face on the table dramatically. “I’ll die tomorrow if Arthur is there for practice.”

            “Well, it better be by Arthur’s hand then.” Mom replied unaffected.

            I gasped. “Mom!”
            “Shut up and clean the dinner table. I’m sick of your whining.” Mom scolded me.

            “Ugh. I hate this town and all the people in it!”

            “Watch your mouth.”

            I groaned again. “Yes, Mother.”






I'm From a House of Glass


I’m from a house of glass that tumbled to the ground.

From cracks and breaks all around, from corded tension,

And unclear roads.

To jumbled feelings and stepping stones.

 

I’m from a broken house.

But though it’s broken,

And cracks still show…

We glued our house together:

A new family with new walls

 

I’m from a stronger house.

One that doesn’t break or bend.

We built it out of

Rocks and bricks, a glue that doesn’t end.

 

I’m from a home that shelters and protects.

I have a family that builds me up, no matter where I end.

And though we had a broken house,

We learned from all the fractures…

Now we know when to bend and how to mend what is broken.