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alice-campbell
alice-campbell
I love to write poetry and journalism, and I love photography. I also love fashion- especially vintage- music, candy, and the beach.
Thunder and lightening but no rain today. Stormy on one half of the sky, grey with hints of purple and brown. Lightning streaking through it, more yellow than I've ever seen before. Thunder seeming to shake the sky and rumble the low hanging clouds that form a cove. The other side of the sky, the other day so to speak, is most beautiful. An orange setting sun lights up the horizon to a beautiful glow. Floating wisps of clouds dance in the sky, white, turning pink as the sun goes to sleep. A rainbow centers the worlds, pulls them together. A rainbow traveling to depths seen never before. Depths seen only by the wandering unicorns on mushroom trails in the sky. I knew this crazy 110 heat meant something was coming. Something to twist the world open, to begin exploration. Between storm and setting sun, along the Rainbow Lane, you might happen across a fairy maiden or water nymph. Veer right you'll find the forest, a hauntingly beautiful deep, bright green, accented in every corner by berry hues. Float down Waterfall Pass into the lake of the mermen, the most lustrous mermaiden, and the forever awed Water Monster. You've one last place to visit, before you join this adventure tale. The town on the left, where civilian like me reside. We have shoe makers, cobblers, stables and schools; manors, mansions, cabins and sheds. We eat, we drink, we're merry and magical. We live in Norvella, and our fantastical adventure begins here.
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 2:46 PM UTC
Night Storm (Short Story Intro)
One tastes tiny, same one tall. Falling, but I don't fall. Everything real is fake. Where cards rule, hares drink, and life is mad. I take advice from the one who smokes. Nonsensically roaming a world of nonlogic. Which makes an imprint, big me or small? This land of wonder, where all known impossible is real reality. And here I am. I don't know how to get out, so easy to get in- maybe a home that I only visit.
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 2:45 PM UTC
Wonderland
if one wish could be granted, summer months would be it. what i want back is what i now lack. my hand on your shoulder, as you roll me forward. sun shines down on to me and your glow's what i see. hair lifted from my forehead, as the breeze is led by the ocean's current, matching eyes blue-green mint. so what i want back daily is the time when you were with me. not across a state, but so close i need not wait. yet i have finally made peace which the changing fallen leaves. though my wish wasn't granted time moves toward what i've wanted. apart from you feels wrong and the wait is far too long. yet it is just a fraction of the time ours will become. my hand back on your shoulder, as you pull me toward your hips and your chest, that i lay body and head against. my one in my dream became reality. a faceless feeling i wanted, now has been replaced. so finally i have made peace with the colored fallen leaves. and fear that us will never be no longer consumes me.
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 2:41 PM UTC
Peace with the Fallen Leaves
Submit- to pleasure, to white, winter wonderland. My turn. My ride. My fall. My climb. Astonishing, how opaque it is. How my eyes see everything, but really nothing at all. It is beautiful, my shield, this white. My turn. I blink, it grabs me, steals me. This cunning white thief. My ride. Fast, smooth, I think I've left my mind some place far behind. Unfortunately, in time, it will find me. Yet for now, I am emptier. Liberated, without my mind. I don't need it. Not now. For I am filled full. But lights, this song, euphoria- they don't weigh much. Really nothing at all. Really fleeting is all. Why is my white wonderland no longer so white? My shield- it is just dust, blown out of my hand. It deceived me, I deceived me. My climb. Maybe not today, I don't need it, not now. I try to move, but I'm too heavy to stand. It always surprises me, the weight of my mind and of reality once they find me again. It drags me to the bottom of nowhere, this mind inside me, this cumbersome mind. And so, I will take my turn, like always before. I will take my turn, on my ride. The one that takes me up from the bottom, to somewhere I've been before. Somewhere that feels new. Every time. I will wait for my white wonderland, for my shield, the opaque barrier, between me and whatever is on the other side. The white blinds me, robs me of my memory. Steals over my body. Thanks god for the white thief, for his theft. For I'd rather be stuffed full of nothing, than full of what awaits at the end of this ride.
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 1:53 PM UTC
The White Thief
Submit- to pleasure, to white, winter wonderland. My turn. My ride. My fall. My climb. Astonishing, how opaque it is. How my eyes see everything, but really nothing at all. It is beautiful, my shield, this white. My turn. I blink, it grabs me, steals me. This cunning white thief. My ride. Fast, smooth, I think I've left my mind some place far behind. Unfortunately, in time, it will find me. Yet for now, I am emptier. Liberated, without my mind. I don't need it. Not now. For I am filled full. But lights, this song, euphoria- they don't weigh much. Really nothing at all. Really fleeting is all. Why is my white wonderland no longer so white? My shield- it is just dust, blown out of my hand. It deceived me, I deceived me. My climb. Maybe not today, I don't need it, not now. I try to move, but I'm too heavy to stand. It always surprises me, the weight of my mind and of reality once they find me again. It drags me to the bottom of nowhere, this mind inside me, this cumbersome mind. And so, I will take my turn, like always before. I will take my turn, on my ride. The one that takes me up from the bottom, to somewhere I've been before. Somewhere that feels new. Every time. I will wait for my white wonderland, for my shield, the opaque barrier, between me and whatever is on the other side. The white blinds me, robs me of my memory. Steals over my body. Thanks god for the white thief, for his theft. For I'd rather be stuffed full of nothing, than full of what awaits at the end of this ride.
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stop by my window, pass through my door. let your song flow, let me hear more. as quick as you fly, as light as you are, i still see you go by, into the sky setting dark. imperfectly symmetrical, beautifully clashing colors. in my dreams i fall, through your lyrical scores. hey there hummingbird, fly back my way. i once heard, your charming bay. lovely, i call you. your unknown voice. try to understand, i do, but mystery is your choice. and so i sit contently, i just sit and listen, i listen completely, to the music you've given. so hey there hummingbird, please fly back my way. i remember what i once heard, that musical bay.
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 1:43 PM UTC
imperfect symmetry
individual thought, forced in evenly spaced rows. told everyday where i'm supposed to want to go. so now happiness comes from society's rules? in this game of life, you don't control your pieces, you don't control your moves. eventually life becomes routine, you find yourself living far from your dream. so now you wonder, did my happiness come while i followed society's rules? is this game still on? no long knowing which pieces have moved. step out from my row, away from my column. they say i'm on the wrong track, i say why each on a track? my road is winding. i cannot see behind the turns. opposite from your track, my road does not tell me where it wants me to go. so then happiness came in the form of a thought. moving my pieces off of the game, away from the track, into unknown.
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Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 1:38 PM UTC
Form of a Thought
I walk in the sand, Humming a song of my once-favorite band. I see far ahead A man resting, as if in bed. I walk towards him As if from a love film, A pull I cannot explain A connection that would not break, even with strain. As I near him I notice, A woman giving him a kiss. My heart sinks at the loss Of this man I did not know or even cross. Why do us humans Fall in love in mere seconds? And why do us lovers, Forget about forevers? If love is so important Then why do we let it become spent? If marriage is a promise, Then how many promises have we let demolish? As I continued on the beach, I thought about this conclusion I’d reached- I won’t be like so many others- Picking up and dropping multiple "true lovers." I’ve now made a small promise to myself, I will never marry without my love on their shelf. For forever, Ending never. This is my promise.
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May 29, 2011
May 29, 2011 at 10:11 AM UTC
My Promise
Pass the light Passing love Send it over, The peace pipe. It's there, Everywhere. Take flight Its been enough. Spread your wings Expand you brain Hold onto things That make you sane. Freedom ride Grow yourself Don't spread lies Herb is health. Find beauty. It's there, Everywhere. Like Capitol America- This **** Materialism Tags and plastic Prices sky rocket We try to match it. Government's secrets Leaders keep it. Control is there, It's everywhere. Go ******* take it. Scribble, stumble Just fall you won't crumble. Risk it, live it If you waste it You'll miss it.
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Apr 12, 2011
Apr 12, 2011 at 12:02 PM UTC
Everywhere
Adam and eve are both made of atoms, Green or blue the ocean's still water, And black or white we're all made of blood That flows through the soles of our shoes And spreads across the ground, Seeping into the cracks in the dirt and filling the graves of the ones we let die For a country full of lies.
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Apr 12, 2011
Apr 12, 2011 at 12:01 PM UTC
Untitled
You saved me, you should remember me I found you, but I don’t even know you I thought I knew you, but then something important disappeared You’ll know soon, what I mean Because after that, I awoke And in awakening I saw light Light maybe just of the sun rising over the hills But I think the light was a sign For light can never be scary No matter how far or how wide you travel, the light will always be your companion You can see great distances and feel warmth in a deserted place- When the light is near. But when the light disappears You feel the fog roll in But you cannot see it, for the darkness presses down Lands seen and recognized for days on end Seem like strangers at night And what I’ve noticed is this: No matter how many days I spend near, No matter how much I know you and see you my dear Eventually the light disappears And the darkness blankets what I once saw.
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Apr 12, 2011
Apr 12, 2011 at 11:58 AM UTC
You saved me, you should remember me...