The Thought Garden

Flora Contrarious There's this feeling in the pit of my chest, Growing, Spreading, Like a pertinacious weed. It take control of me, Body, Mind. It puts thoughts in my head that are so far from my thoughts of old, Wild, Crazy. It grabs a hold of me and pulls, Gently, Forcefully. It pulls me, Closer To You. L*** So you see, There was this idea, Hundreds of thousands of millions of years ago, Thats when it all started. Just a small, tiny, miniscule thought, That grew, And spread, And caught on almost everywhere. It pushed out all other ideas from people's minds. It was tyrannical, & stubborn, And drove many mad, But wherever there was lack of this idea, Became a harsh, desert of a land, where life was scarce and hope had been lost long ago. But man was not ready for the dawning of this idea, Nor will it ever be, So when the imperfection of man came together with this entirely perfect thought, Great tragedies occured. Wars raged, Families bickered, Lives were lost. But sometime

"I should have said something! God, why didn't I say anything?!", yelled Jason. "Cause you're an idiot. You're walking down a street, you see a girl, you look her in the eyes and smile at her, she looks you in the eyes and smiles back, instant connection, then what? You say 'Hi. My name is fill-in-the-blank.' Its not that hard.", replied Ben, smacking Jason across the back of the head. "I know. I know. Goddamnit! I'm so mad at myself for not saying anything. She smiled back, why didn't I say anything? Now I'll probably never see her again." "Well..." "What? You have an idea?", asked Jason, a look of eagerness in his eyes. "Well, suppose she lives close by. Then if you were to walk that way everyday you might---" "Run into her!", finished Jason, "Perfect. I'll see you tomorrow then and we'll walk down Prospect Park Southwest." "What do you mean we? I never said an

There are feelings that we must hide, For better or for worse, You all understand my verse. We push those emotions into a box, In the back of our hearts and minds, Locked away with steel and grind, Forgotten it survives, Until one day we fall back into eachothers lives, Then the traps are tripped, And the box breaks open, Pandora's box is opened. This is the path you choose, This is the reason for my blues.

So what if I were to burn out like a star thats lost its glory, Or maybe I had none to begin with, Perhaps I wasn't a star at all, Then again stars seem to be a dime a dozen now a days anyway. What if I was a crisp, clean straight-off-the-mill hundred dollar bill, Would you have held onto me then? Or did you think I was better off as a star, That way you could wish on me at night, And forget about me as soon as your loving sun came out. I don't think I was a star, Not yours anyway, I don't glow nearly bright enough, Else I would have seen your colors in the beginning. Might it have been that your colors were under wraps, Like mine always seem to be, Wrapped under layers and layers of "what if"s, and "maybe this time"s, and "it has to work out eventually"s. Its funny how I hold up our pieces and see if they fit together, However they're all far too alike to work out that way, Its funny that your life is like a mirror to me, Reflecting all th

A day never went by where I didn't over-analyze everything around me. I just can't seem but help to pay attention to all of it. I'm walking down the street and I'll notice the way the tree looks like its dancing. I'll be staring out my window and I'll see a cloud that looks like a foot. I'll be sitting in my room on the computer, and I'll take in every single time a car passes. It's pretty ironic, considering how people always see me as being absolutely oblivious. I guess that's how my trouble always started. I would notice someone too much. Like when you're on the train, and the stranger next to you is having an amusing conversation with her mom, and you can't help but listen in and smile at the things you related to. Or perhaps I'm the only one that does that, too. I kind of wish I would grow out of the habit, that I would start ignoring everyone, instead of only pretending I am. A part of me really wishes I never noticed him, thoug

"Don't make me laugh!", cried Anisa as she tried walking gracefully across the bridge, balancing a bowl of soup on her head. "God, you're such an idiot. My parents are going to love you. They won't care that you're not a debutante. They may be rich but they have the hearts of the poor.", replied Evan. "Which means?" "Which means that they don't like snobs, are very openminded, AND are very kind. So stop worrying." "Well I can't help but worrEEEE---!",vociferated Anise, as she lost her balance and tipped the bowl of soup, spilling bright red tomato goodness down the front of her dress. "Oh drat!", she exclaimed. Evan went over to her, a hand covering his mouth to try to, rather poorly, hide the fact that he was laughing. "And you! What are you laughing at? You find this funny, do you?!" "Well, love, that's why you're supposed to use a book. I intended the soup to be part of the foo

Disclaimer: Some of these are ridiculously cheesy. I just find it so amusing to see my old ones since it feels like a lifetime ago. haha. First lyrics I ever wrote: 5-18-06 -Foreboding Tangle- I wait and I listen, for those words you will speak, like angel's breath next to my air, sweet and soft, yet so incomplete, full of nothings yet everything, while you hold me tight, a dark love so forbidding, enfolding me in your radiant light, it feels so wrong, its so right, hot yet so cold, like fire and ice, burning one minute, freezing the next, tearing me apart inside, ensnaring me, catching me, with my innocence to bear, laying next to you you taint me, link ink bleeding through paper, so dark and so messy, so clean and so light, so cruel and so sweet, our foreboding tangle, the end of a beginning, the beginning to an end, of a short little lust, like smoke lost in the wind. 7-28-06 -My Heart's Defense- I've tried so many times With so many guys, But this heart of mine, Just wo

Its a masterpiece, of imperfection, constantly shuffling, this way<---------- ----------->and that, moving in and out of time frames, up and down time lines, side to side, dodging bullets made of war and fear and sadness, murderous intent, despair, indifference, a downward spiral , but not constant, like a maze puzzle made of beads and wire, what comes down must go up again, constant in circular perfection, moving the beads until there is, a balance we are comfortable with, but we can still grit our teeth about.

"Resolve" by Tiffany Rose Kennedy -Short Story- They had never been there for either of them. It had been Jenn and himself for as long as he could remember. The Parents were home maybe three days a week, and during that time they locked themselves up in their offices: Mother working on a case from one of her high paying employers; Father working on his newest tech project. He thought of them more as robots striving to make as much money as they could in their painstakingly short life-spans. That’s what they were always saying, "Sorry no time.", or "If only there were more hours in a day." But if that was the case they would have just used those to work more. They rarely saw each other. The last time they had all been together was for the birth of Ellie, and that was only for a month or so until Mother felt well enough to return to work and leave her in Jenn’s care. Actually, they were probably together now more than when Ellie was born. It was rather ironi