april-caddigan
American
I am an open-minded writer who is easily amused and often laugh at for it. I am a violist who doesn't practice as often as I should. I am a poet who never rhymes. I am an independent person who is confused throughout most the day. I am a procrastinator who gets everything finished. I am a music addict who is afraid of silence. I am a person who thinks coffee is just as good as tea. I am a spiritual person who does her best not to judge people by their race, religion, age, sex, occupation, sexual orientation, disability, nationality, heratige, or mental state. I am a photographer who has no darkroom.Words are my weapon and I will use them every chance I get. Writing of any form allows me to see what kind of person you are and whether or not I would get to know you. I do not use derogatory words if I can help it for fear of being known by solely that. I don't care what people think of me, but judge me and that's all you'll get. I am Me and that's all I ever want.
Clouds are beautiful. They never
die, but can never live either.
All they can do is cry
and shine. Floating through the
sky at a leisurely pace, unable
to stop, totally immortal.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
Left or right
nobody knows
I am everywhere
I have no end
Round I go
No beginning in life
I am everywhere
Yet you often forget
I go round infinity
No Beginning
No Middle
No end
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 11:36 AM UTC
Wish I could sleep
Wish I didn't need
Wish I didn't want
Wish I could help.
Am I bad?
Am I selfish?
What would they say?
I need
I want
help.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 11:34 AM UTC
So much has changed
in the past year or so.
People have come and gone
and come back again.
New freedom has been granted.
New places have been seen.
New people have been met.
New obstacles have been overcome.
Everyone has changed
Whether for good or bad.
We are older than our years
But younger than we seem.
Parents are proud
We are almost there.
So close to adulthood
We can now taste it.
Childhood has passed.
Adulthood still looms.
Caught between worlds.
Is where we stand.
Are We Ready?
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 11:33 AM UTC
Warm at last
Inside and out
Excited for tomorrow
Despite the chill
In the air
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 11:29 AM UTC
Is it bad
when you can't
remember to breathe
can't remember
why you must
stay on earth
can't think of
one good reason
to stay level
when every step
feels less and
less firmly planted
on the ground
can't keep a
whole thought before
you change to
the
next
line
when you feel
on the very
edge of losing
your last bit
of precious sanity
when you keep
repeating yourself and
can't remember where
it was going
when your only
escape fails you?
Is it ending
when swallowing and
breathing are harder
when vision is
blurring and faded
when words and
songs run together
when you are
ready to leave
when dark isn't
as dark anymore
when limbs go
numb and needily
when a can
looks like the
best way to
finish it all?
This is all
I have left
in me and
all I want
is to leave
and never have
to handle these
feelings and impulses
and pain again.
I want out
please believe me.
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 11:28 AM UTC
The candle
will flame
for all
Eternity
Blazing through
every day
just like
Eternity
Moutains fade
trees die
through out
Eternity
No one
would recall
with out
Eternity
Eternity
will never
fade away
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 11:18 AM UTC
Darkness spreads
over a white world
Serenity
Nothing has
been changed
Immaculate
Sparkle downward
as they glint from pale moonlight
Beauty
No life
in a black and white world
Solitude
All is
lost in a sheen of snow
Cleansed
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 11:14 AM UTC
My world slowly
slipped
out of
grasp
I
didn't
even
bother to
regain a
hold on
it all as
My hands slowly
slipped
off of
safety
I
didn't
even
bother to
try and
regain a
hold on
it all as
my last breath slowly
slipped
out of
grasp
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 11:11 AM UTC
We spin our lives
Like the spider weaves
it's web
The patterns intricate
If visible at all in
the sunlight
Delicately woven, it
shows our path from the
decisions made
Slow it seems, then
faster and faster 'til it's
completely finished
Once it's finished
it withers away until
nothing's left
Then it begins
all over again
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 11:06 AM UTC