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"The Most Dangerous Color." Photograph--> http://www.flickr.com/photos/alex-stoddard/4559488912/in/set-72157624050180762/
You would think that the most dangerous color would be red. The same color lipstick I wore the day we first met. The same color dress I wore on our last date. The same color panties that girl was wearing when I caught you. Caught you red handed. Ha ha. The same color that tints my vision when I hear your name.
I think the most dangerous color is green, though. It's the same color as the woods that surround me when I like to sit about and think of all the glorious ways I could punch you in the balls. It's the same color as your hoodie that I never gave back and still wear when I miss you and remember how much I really love you.
The color is dangerous to whom you ask? I'll guess we'll find out.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
365 Project: Day Three "Between Here and Nowhere"
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"Between Here and Nowhere." Photograph --> http://www.flickr.com/photos/alex-stoddard/4556654768/in/set-72157624050180762/
I love you.
But it's not going to work out.
My feelings for you are too complicated too...
messy.
It's simply better not to get involved with someone like me.
Really.
Ask my ex's.
I can be very difficult when I want to be. And mean. And I have a habit of smoking and drinking and making bad choices.
If I had to describe me, the word would be...
messy.
I'm sorry, but I just can't go through with this.
We won't work out.
I still love you though.
I will always love you.
But only between here and nowhere.
"Between Here and Nowhere." Photograph --> http://www.flickr.com/photos/alex-stoddard/4556654768/in/set-72157624050180762/
I love you.
But it's not going to work out.
My feelings for you are too complicated too...
messy.
It's simply better not to get involved with someone like me.
Really.
Ask my ex's.
I can be very difficult when I want to be. And mean. And I have a habit of smoking and drinking and making bad choices.
If I had to describe me, the word would be...
messy.
I'm sorry, but I just can't go through with this.
We won't work out.
I still love you though.
I will always love you.
But only between here and nowhere.
365 Project: Day Two "Agnosticism"
Hai!
So I just wanted to insert a quick note: Part of the Flickr.com 365 project is that you have to upload your picture every day. That's why I always fail. I'm a very busy girl and I'm not always near a computer or Internet. So just know that this particular rule is not part of my 365 project here. I write the short story or poem every day, but I may not upload them until a later date. That's why I'm about to upload days 2-4 right now. Kthnxbie!
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"Agnosticism." Photograph --> http://www.flickr.com/photos/alex-stoddard/4552581761/in/set-72157624050180762
I never understood his feelings. I mean, one could understand if we were JUST brother and sister, but twins? Twins are supposed to understand everything about each other. It's pretty much a fact, yeah? And I did understand him on almost everything. But that girl...
I liked her. I mean, as much as a sister can like a girl who her brother's after. She was better than the last couple at least. She had brains, she was cute. More than cute she was... like a breath of fresh air, I'd say. She was lively and flirty and fun. She made me laugh: made us all laugh actually. She was nice and I liked her.
He denied his feelings for her. Obviously he fell in love: we all did. But he refused to admit it to anyone, especially her. And she was interested in him. But he turned his back on her and their possible future. He was like the man that stands in the light of God, but turns his back and covers his eyes, refusing to fully believe. I think that he realized it himself, just from the way he looked at her. He knew just how much of him she had a hold of. It scared him and he pulled back.
She left in the end, of course, the way a person must when they've grown weary of never being enough. It was quite dramatic, I hear. I wouldn't know. I wasn't there. But my brother still won't talk about it to this day. I think he knows just how much he screwed up. We all do.
So I just wanted to insert a quick note: Part of the Flickr.com 365 project is that you have to upload your picture every day. That's why I always fail. I'm a very busy girl and I'm not always near a computer or Internet. So just know that this particular rule is not part of my 365 project here. I write the short story or poem every day, but I may not upload them until a later date. That's why I'm about to upload days 2-4 right now. Kthnxbie!
2/365
"Agnosticism." Photograph --> http://www.flickr.com/photos/alex-stoddard/4552581761/in/set-72157624050180762
I never understood his feelings. I mean, one could understand if we were JUST brother and sister, but twins? Twins are supposed to understand everything about each other. It's pretty much a fact, yeah? And I did understand him on almost everything. But that girl...
I liked her. I mean, as much as a sister can like a girl who her brother's after. She was better than the last couple at least. She had brains, she was cute. More than cute she was... like a breath of fresh air, I'd say. She was lively and flirty and fun. She made me laugh: made us all laugh actually. She was nice and I liked her.
He denied his feelings for her. Obviously he fell in love: we all did. But he refused to admit it to anyone, especially her. And she was interested in him. But he turned his back on her and their possible future. He was like the man that stands in the light of God, but turns his back and covers his eyes, refusing to fully believe. I think that he realized it himself, just from the way he looked at her. He knew just how much of him she had a hold of. It scared him and he pulled back.
She left in the end, of course, the way a person must when they've grown weary of never being enough. It was quite dramatic, I hear. I wouldn't know. I wasn't there. But my brother still won't talk about it to this day. I think he knows just how much he screwed up. We all do.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
365 Project: Day One "Beginning"
Heyo!
So I am sort of a hobby photographer. It's an obsession of mine. So, naturally, I joined Flickr.com, which is a photography based website. There's a challenge of sorts on this website, and it's called the 365 Project. The goal is to take and upload a photo every day for an entire year. I myself have tried and failed this project many times. But I love to go through and follow the journeys of other photographers (especially fellow teenagers) as they sweat and toil to complete their projects. Many fail and few succeed.
One of my favorite photographers to follow is Alex Stoddard. I came across his flickr stream when he was on Day 40 of his project. The title of that photograph is, "Today I fell in love with The Weepies." The Weepies are a band. I very much love that band. I instantly fell in love and knew that his journey was going to touch and inspire me. I was right.
I get bored and frustrated with the 365 Project. Because even though I love photography and am passionate about it, it's not my heart's true love. That is and will always be writing. And so, I'm doing a 365 Project of my own! From this day on, I will write one short story or poem a day, and it will be based off of, or inspired by the pictures Alex took. So Day One of my project is inspired by Day One of his, and so forth. I will do this every single day for a year. Wish me luck!
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"Beginning." Photograph --> http://www.flickr.com/photos/alex-stoddard/4549673133/in/set-72157624050180762/
They call me the Metal Man. They say that I have no feelings in my fleshless body. They say I have no thoughts in my tiny tin mind. They talk amongst themselves and they say that I have no heart, that I have no soul.
I do not disprove them. I stare at them blankly from my hollow eyes. I nod mechanically and lurch away, very much the Metal Man they make me out to be. They don't understand. They don't know what it's like to be hurt the way I've been hurt.
They don't think about what could be behind the rusting smile of the Metal Man: cursed to wake up and wish he didn't. Doomed to roam the earth looking sadly at the broken world from a neglected body. They're the lucky ones, the ones who talk about the Metal Man. I pity them. I despise them. I envy them.
But perhaps they are right. Perhaps I have no heart; own no soul. Maybe I am simply a Metal Man. The cursed tin grows slowly over my skin; a thin coating of armor in it's own right. What it's keeping in, I understand.
What it's keeping out, I fear.
So I am sort of a hobby photographer. It's an obsession of mine. So, naturally, I joined Flickr.com, which is a photography based website. There's a challenge of sorts on this website, and it's called the 365 Project. The goal is to take and upload a photo every day for an entire year. I myself have tried and failed this project many times. But I love to go through and follow the journeys of other photographers (especially fellow teenagers) as they sweat and toil to complete their projects. Many fail and few succeed.
One of my favorite photographers to follow is Alex Stoddard. I came across his flickr stream when he was on Day 40 of his project. The title of that photograph is, "Today I fell in love with The Weepies." The Weepies are a band. I very much love that band. I instantly fell in love and knew that his journey was going to touch and inspire me. I was right.
I get bored and frustrated with the 365 Project. Because even though I love photography and am passionate about it, it's not my heart's true love. That is and will always be writing. And so, I'm doing a 365 Project of my own! From this day on, I will write one short story or poem a day, and it will be based off of, or inspired by the pictures Alex took. So Day One of my project is inspired by Day One of his, and so forth. I will do this every single day for a year. Wish me luck!
1/365
"Beginning." Photograph --> http://www.flickr.com/photos/alex-stoddard/4549673133/in/set-72157624050180762/
They call me the Metal Man. They say that I have no feelings in my fleshless body. They say I have no thoughts in my tiny tin mind. They talk amongst themselves and they say that I have no heart, that I have no soul.
I do not disprove them. I stare at them blankly from my hollow eyes. I nod mechanically and lurch away, very much the Metal Man they make me out to be. They don't understand. They don't know what it's like to be hurt the way I've been hurt.
They don't think about what could be behind the rusting smile of the Metal Man: cursed to wake up and wish he didn't. Doomed to roam the earth looking sadly at the broken world from a neglected body. They're the lucky ones, the ones who talk about the Metal Man. I pity them. I despise them. I envy them.
But perhaps they are right. Perhaps I have no heart; own no soul. Maybe I am simply a Metal Man. The cursed tin grows slowly over my skin; a thin coating of armor in it's own right. What it's keeping in, I understand.
What it's keeping out, I fear.
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