More Writing...

These are some of my older works...

Something beautiful is beauteous in its moment.  The moment itself may last forever, however, tragically that beauty sometimes dies.  This is as a flower-beautiful until its peak of beauty; following that it withers and dies.  It passes out of this world in the same fashion it entered.  In the long-term, over the course of our lives, we are the same, but short term, over years, we are often the opposite.  This is seen as we grow and flourish in our beauty as we are bettered by our situations and molded by time.


Physical expressions, set to mean specific things.  I wonder what would happen if things were switched around.  A smile meaning one has reached the utmost point of anger.  A folding of arms showing a parents' feeling of pride toward their child.  The person tapping the across the room must be bored to death.  Another, over there, the one sitting as stiff as a statue, he must be anxious about something.  Those people running quickly must not have any plans for today; no where to be.  What if we have been doing things wrong all along?  Nod if you disagree.


And a little something new...

Open your eyes.  The lights are blinding.  Close your eyes.  The people are loud.  Open your eyes.  They are in your face.  Close your eyes.  It's dark and your thinking.  You just started the playlist of thoughts.  No one is there its just you and your thoughts.  So many and so overwhelming it's like all those people in that room you left in real time, but now its no longer the voices of those people yelling at you...it's you.  Your own thoughts are screaming in your face.  Louder and louder as time goes on.  Open your eyes.  Everyone is still there, loud as ever.  Only a minute has passed.


So that's all for now....I've been having major "writer's block" for a while now so I'm glad I was finally able to write the last one.  Still not feeling very creative.  I hate not being able to write.... Any suggestions?