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April 08, 2009

Dreams have various meanings but this dream was beyond explainable. I began walking down the narrow stairs; a foggy mist of light led my eyes towards a big metal door at the bottom of the well. I had no idea how I had gotten there, no idea for the purpose. I was confused and scared yet my mind overflowing with curiosity. Hands trembling, I grasped firmly to the rail that was wet an tarnished as if it was worn. By the looks I could tell this abandoned, unknown place had history. It was old and reminded me of a prison.

Every step I took creaked the wooden planks under me. Trying hard to keep my knees from giving in, I kept walking one foot in front of the other. After what had seemed like forever I finally reached the end of the staircase. I looked up and noticed a chain of pipes leading a maze down the perimeter of the wall, sounding as if water were being drained. Once my eyes followed the bronze tubes down they hit the floor. The hard concrete ground was cold and bare. A small flashing light beamed from underneath the door. I observed the engraving and bolts on the outside entrance which would lead to another unfamiliar place. The doorknob was aged and flipped up to unlock. I took and deep breath and pushed the passage open.

The temperature of the air had changed dramatically. Every inhale; a cold breeze, which became painful as it filled my lungs. I looked up to the center of the barren room. My heart dropped, as did I. My cousin was strapped with leather and silver buckles around his ankles and wrists onto a wooden chair. He sat with no words coming through his dry pale lips. Tubes were leading in and out of his body supplying oxygen. Once he looked towards me with his eye lids struggling to raise, I could see he was silently begging for help. I crawled up to release him, but as soon as I got close I was blocked. As if some force was not allowing me to touch him. I began screaming for help as tears rolled constantly down my face. I felt the room begin to shake and noticed a large black shadow in the corner of the room. That's when my body decided to wake from this mesmerizing night. 

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February 18, 2009

Imagine

 

Lying there day by day

Doing nothing

Starring, eyes slightly open

But open to what?

Blankness, more of this word called 'nothing'

Hard to sleep

Hard to dream

The only time for my mind to be distracted

Yet I imagine the same every night

Tubes leading in

Tubes leading out

A cold room

Eyes locked on the center

Ears open but I only hear what  I want

Clock tends to move fast, but body moves s l o w

I pray for something new. . .

I'm sure we all do

They say to give is better than to receive

Well here I am arms open on my knees begging to give

Give my legs, to walk

Give my voice, to talk

Give my lungs, to breathe

No one would want to be in his shoes

Yet here I am willing  to trade it all

 

 

* I love you paul. . .

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September 18, 2008

Black, white, purple, green

Every outside unique,

   but in is a beating heart

 

A heart of hate

A heart of love

 

Stages of  love change everyday

   as the leaves on a tree

No matter if they

   F

      a

         l

           l

   wither

   CRACK

They come and go

   but must return back

 

A heart of hate

A heart of love

 

As children

   stareing, gazing, mocking. . .

Making silly of a thing called

   "love"

Taking   s.

             t.    e.

                    p.    s.

Having to trust, another soul

Kissing the lips, of once a stranger

 

A heart of hate

A heart of love

 

Fairytale version sets into mind

Things seem so clear,

   your drifting on distant clouds

Soon smiles fade . . .

   . . . to frowns

Because we all know good,

   must come with bad

 

A heart of hate

A heart of love

 

Fights seem as the end of you know

But when the storm SeTtLeS,

   and your still STANDING...

 

Your "Love" will  be never ending

 

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September 12, 2008

One day you play my ~Prince Charming~

Next day you are the enemy,

   that i hate with a passion.

 

To others they always see my smiles,

   atleast the ones i force on my face.

 

In your eyes money will fix our problems,

   you must be blind,

   cause money is the farthest thing from my mind.

 

After all is said and done,

   atleast on your part,

   my lips are to scared to open.

To tell you how I really feel.

 

Sometimes I catch myself bending the truth,

   thinking this is what they call 'tough love'.

 

Well i got some news for you. .

Baby, im tough now,

   and i realized the one you

   "love"

is yourself.

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May 06, 2008

Cup of Joy As I lie here on the bedStomach growling, staring at the wall I begin to stand and walkDown the empty hall It’s just sitting thereWill anybody notice at all My hands capture the warmthI waste no time to let them fall Fall into my mouth to fill this empty holeThe strands are almost gone But they all will eventually have to beIt will be out of my control soonJust like gravity on a bouncing ball I had the world in this cup and nowI have nothing my joy is gone, no longer tall I threw the cup away and said ‘tootles’To my wonderful cup of noodlesFrown

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February 12, 2008

I Am AloNe In A RoOm FillEd WiTh PeOpLe.

DiFFeReNt bOdiEs BuT ThE SaMe PlAiN OrDiNaRy FaCe.

 All WiTh ThE PeRfEcT HaIr AnD aLL.

WaLkInG All OvEr,

ThEy All KnOw WhAt ThEy ArE DoInG,

ThEy KnOw ThEiR PlaN FoR LiFe,

All ExCePt Me . . .

WhY Am I ThE OuTkAsT?

Is It GoOd Or BaD?

ThEy All PaSS Me By,

IgNoRiNg Me As If Im NoT EvEn TheRe. 

I StAnD ThErE ScReAmInG At ThE ToP oF mY LuNgS.

 In ThE EnD. . .

 No OnE WaStEs A MiNuTe Of ThEiR LiFe tO TuRn ToWaRdS Me.

I FaLL To ThE FloOr,

StArT To CrAWl,

HiDe In ThE CoRnEr,

AlOnE.

 So NoW YoU Tell Me,

WhAt Do I Do?

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