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Breeze-Mist Aug 2016
Long after dark
In a sky full of grey
Lightning's quick mark
Turns night into day
Breeze-Mist Nov 2017
In my nightmare, she
Grabs me and slams me down, but
I never feel it

In my nightmare, they
They ask about my bruised up neck
I feign innocence

In my nightmare, the
Cuts tear everything apart
Like I wish they could

In my nightmares, it's
The truth that scares me more than
Any false monsters
Just venting.
Breeze-Mist Jan 2017
Some just begin to rise
Others begin to fall
People's sleeping changes with dusk
Heeding the night's call

The early bird tucks in for sleep
The night owl wires up for fun
As people continue their daily cycles
With the disappearance of the sun
Breeze-Mist Feb 2017
Night is like a black fox, prancing and gliding about
His black fur iridescent with the stars that come out
His large brush of a tail sweeps over the earth
His phasing eyes a moon full of mirth
Breeze-Mist Jul 2016
I want to sit with you by the Arby's
And watch the future's lights pass overhead
I want to run together in the breeze
Through the desert with the glow cloud ahead
I want to eat at Big Rico's with you
Maybe we could sneak in some wheat products
I want to find out if we could get through
This town without joining that calm forest
I want to visit the science district
And we can go watch an experiment
We can go to see something artistic
For the stray dog's graffiti is apparent
I want to listen to the radio
And, with you, wonder where else we can go
Breeze-Mist Feb 2017
Noon is a stallion, pushing through
Running over a massive plain of sky
With breezes as breath and a broad chest of blue
He runs wildly with the sun blazing in his eye
Breeze-Mist Nov 2017
"They're just normal guys"
You say it like an excuse
It's the main problem
Breeze-Mist Apr 2019
I know I haven't been on here in a while. I've been pretty busy with college, and I've just been figuring a bunch of stuff out. Thank you so much to everyone who has been with me over the course of all of this, even through my weird, oddball stuff and all of the shifts in attitude through high school. I hope you are all doing well. I'm doing better. I'll post when I can.
Breeze-Mist Sep 2018
I wish I was better, that I could be more
That I could remember enough to keep score
That I could make more than a small change
That my life could have some kind of range
I wish I could speak my world aloud
And not change myself for who's around
I wish I could be a steadier friend
One who'd make a difference in the end
But maybe it's not meant to be
Cause all that's left at the end is me
Breeze-Mist Sep 2016
NOVA summer is
Deciding to stick your head
Inside a freezer
Breeze-Mist Dec 2018
Twenty sixteen And
I am seething and ranting
For what has been done

Two years later, rain
A seedy bus stop, and I'm
Praying I'll arrive
Two completely different, yet equally memorable events, and they somehow both happened on 11/9.
Breeze-Mist Nov 2016
Waves crash over me
As the fish swim and I sink
Weightless and blissfull

I swim up above
Wrapped in sea foam and seaweed
My world is at peace
Breeze-Mist May 2017
Back in the old days
We saw oceans and mountains
As the total end
Peoples and lands were cut off
Over a blue plain
Until brave explorers came
And made a new way
So now, we simply travel
From land to land with
With the ease of a dolphin's stroke

So I truly hope
That one day, the cosmos will
Be as the sea is
For we too once thought
That the sea was an impase
So perhaps space flight
Will be like island hopping
Breeze-Mist Oct 2016
The pumpkin moon rises high in the sky
As I start humming Tim Burton lullabies
The air is crisp and cool and clear
Though not as crisp as the leaves I hear
The scents of smoke, apple, and misty dawns
Mingle as I walk past leaf covered lawns
Walking a black hound, as night comes from day
I walk around, glad that fall's here to stay
Breeze-Mist Nov 2016
Halloween has come and gone
The spirits danced, scared, and then moved on
And without the protective spells from all the wands
We begin to hear the christmas songs
Breeze-Mist Sep 2016
Once I saw a leprechaun, and he gave me a wish
I thought I'd travel to every satellite dish
Just so you know, I wished to dance with the stars
And ever since then, I've been orbiting with mars
I found some poetry that I wrote when I was twelve.
Breeze-Mist Aug 2016
One chance
That's all I've got
One glance
To make this shot
A final stance
To change our lot
This chance is all we've got
Breeze-Mist Aug 2017
One positive thing
About being underslept
In your normal life
And being so wigged out that
Your body doesn't
Know what a mealtime is
Is that jet lag has
A far weaker grip on you
Breeze-Mist Nov 2016
One question remains under the cover of this night
Will I bow down or will I fight?
Submission garuntees a place to stay
But rebellion lets me live my own way
Breeze-Mist Sep 2016
"He's only a man
What's the worst he can do?"
You seem to forget
That ****** was a man, too

"He's just one guy
How much damage can he bring?"
I'm going to guess
That history's not your thing
Breeze-Mist May 2017
Why on earth did you
Give the highest lockers to
Two of the short girls
Breeze-Mist Feb 2017
Nick Carraway is
Perhaps the character most
Similar to me
I finished reading The Great Gatsby about a week ago.
Breeze-Mist Aug 2017
Today I go to pack my bags for what
I need in the journey ahead of me
A camera and four books (not quite a lot)
And enough songs to last me for a week
Then comes the clothing and the toiletries
Packed compacted to last for a fortnight
Then I'll pack some card based activities
And something soft for my head to rest right
And finally, a pen, pencil, and pad
For my first trip with this site that I have
Leaving for a two week trip to Ireland and the UK tomorrow.
Breeze-Mist Sep 2016
My pantheon is
The hundreds of characters
That I know like friends
Just a little bit of fangirling.
Breeze-Mist Oct 2016
They started off
As nothing more
Than interstellar dust

And then they pulled together
And shone bright in the void

Then they burst
Into a fiery nebula
Of multielemental radiation and dust

And over and over again
They were made and unmade
Beautiful galaxies shining endlessly
In that silent vacuum

And they formed solarities
And became little blobs of magma and gas
And they spun around
Crashing and breaking
Merging and making

Until one day they cooled
And all was calm over the muddy, uniform
Three foot deep sulfuric waves

And one day
They became a red film
But this time
Instead of being made or unmade
They made and unmade themselves

And as they made themselves again
They missed a thread in the genes
And they changed

And over and over
They made these mistakes
But each error they learned from
Each wrong step made them stronger
Each bad guess made them smarter
Each wrong look made them more beautiful

And so they grew
From a film to a blob
From green string to trunks
From swimming rays to Jurassic terrors
From frightened mice
To graceful, awkward, weird-looking, insane, and genius apes

And the time between changes
Kept getting shorter
First coordinated sounds
Then scratched in clay
Then limestone mountains
And one day
They looked around
And realized they had the planet

And as the billenia of the galaxies
Lapsed into the millions of life
Lapsed into the millennia of the young apes
Lapsed into the centuries of the modern species
Will lapse even further

And they looked all around
And they saw this change

And they imagine
And discover
And create
And live

And one day
They will make for themselves
A pair of metal wings
And a tail of pure energy

And they will fly up
And dance amongst the stars
A lyrical history of existence.
Breeze-Mist Jun 2016
The year is 180 AD
                                 The year is 2016 CE
        No one cares for the senators
                        Or the news
       The wage gap is growing wider   The country frequently finds itself divided
Threats abound from both within
                                       And outside
              One thousand years
          Of technology and culture
                  Will be lost again
              for one thousand years
             In the midst of a dark age
This is the end of Pax Romana
                       And, if we're not careful
                         The end of our own era
I find it erie how simmilar out modern world is to Rome right before the empire fell.
Breeze-Mist Sep 2016
It isn't really a pep rally
Unless the winner
Of blindfolded musical chairs
Ends up at the bottom
Of a thirty five person dogpile

It isn't a pep rally
Unless the balloons stay
On the gym ceiling
For the next nine months

It isn't a pep rally
Unless the juniors and seniors
get in a karaoke and cheer fight

It isn't a pep rally
Unless you have the craziest stories
To talk to your friends about on monday
Homecoming was last friday, and we had a pep rally in our school.
Breeze-Mist Oct 2016
The question seems to lie in

Wether we are
We are the physical computer drive
Or the transferable background programs

Wether we are
Tied together in networks or an internet
Or wether we are a lone, disconnected monitor

Wether this place
Was created intentionally by an experimenting programmer
Or wether it is just a bug, a byproduct of natural binary

And if we
Have the computing power and memory storage to download the truth
Or if we'd simply overheat our circuitry
Breeze-Mist Dec 2016
I clutch onto my cool pillow tight
As I descend to slumber at night
When I awake with a hazy head
I find my partner off of the bed
Happens every time.
Breeze-Mist Dec 2017
Here is a plant that could cut your thumb
From a strange frond does it become
With its pieces cut fresh
It can disolve your flesh
We'll give it to you as a sign of welcome
I suspect the custom grew out of a misunderstood backhanded insult.
Breeze-Mist Apr 2017
It seems like a new point
For the human race
With the first political protest
In outer space
https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.washingtonpost.com/amphtml/news/speaking-of-science/wp/2017/04/14/first-protest-in-space-targets-trump-with-an-astronauts-famous-words/
Breeze-Mist Feb 2017
Some make plans to escape
Some just watch it burn
More inspiration from Kurgestat.
Breeze-Mist Apr 2017
Sometimes it was a palace
Of gossiping cortesians
Ruled by a queen
With an army of rough men at her influence
A palace from which I, the demon,
Was forbidden to enter
A place of shared lunchables and rubber bangles
While I was relegated to chasing bugs
And swinging through branches

At other times, it was a prison
Guarded by four of the new queen's men
While they sat counting poker chips of bark
I sat plotting an escape
I could dash out and outlast any man
But in a confined land
They'd intersect my path, given long enough
And every time
They'd drag me back under by my coat sleeves
Kicking and shouting

And other times
When no one else was out
And the grounds were as silent as a winter's night
And the queen and her men were in the city
Arguing ranking amongst lords and ladies
I would be out on the parapets
Turning the fortress
Into my domain
A perch with a view of the whole kingdom
A castle owned by the wild dragon

Now I walk up to it
And watch the children upon it
And I remember my time
As a demon
A prisoner
And a fierce, unbridled dragon
Breeze-Mist Oct 2016
There are many ways
One can become a zombie
There's viruses, being bitten
And then there's taking the PSAT
Breeze-Mist Aug 2016
She walked in her world
On a ground of cloth
She felt stable
And was very well off

This girl was curious
And liked to tease out the strings
Not carring that her pulling
Was messing with things

The girl grew older
And pulled out more strings faster
The holes forming in the fabric
Seemed to fly past her

Once she knew what was happening
She felt fear and dread
What once was strong fabric
Was now a spider's web

And though she valued
The knowledge she gained
The new veiw of frail heights
Put her mind under strain

She wondered which was better,
Scratching her head:
To walk on unteased cloth
Or a thoroughly pulled web
Breeze-Mist Jan 2017
I envy my dog
Because it seems that she's the
Only one in here
Who isn't affected by
Current politics
When you're dad works in the Coast Guard, your mom's in PBS, your godmother works on grant funds from the EPA, half of your friends are either LGBTQ, muslim, or POC, and you're doing a major project revolving around environmentalism, it seems that the only one who doesn't feel threatened is the family dog.
Breeze-Mist Mar 2017
"You're only human
There are some things you can't know
So don't ask of them"

But that's just it, I'm
An imperfect human girl:
I'm here to question

For after all, the
Mind that never questions crawls
Never learns to run
Just a random thought.
Breeze-Mist Aug 2016
Flashing red and gold
         Dancers leap across the stage
                         Graceful, wild, and free
Ispired by some dancers at the Rio Olympics closing ceremony.
Breeze-Mist Aug 2016
I think I need to find
More reasons to stay
I'm dangerously close
To running away

I constantly worry about
My reason to live
Because I never know
Which is the last breath I'll give

I keep comming back
To my existentalism
I wonder if I can be happy
With any belif system

Sometimes I wonder
If I'm obsessive
If my frequent musings
Cross the line into excessive

Sometimes I wonder
Going day to day
If I'll ever even
Get to have a say

Sometimes when I'm awake
In the middle of the night
I wonder if I'm normal
And, failing that, all right
Breeze-Mist Mar 2017
She looked at the river, the sea, and the sky
At the birds and people who flew on by
As the city's population ran back to the mountain pass
She calmly strolled into the growing cloud of gas

Donning her mask and gloves, she went in
Looking at the mirrored walls, she sighed "so it begins"
She knew she couldn't get things to how they were before
She wondered if Rai would recognize her anymore

Walking past the holograms, she threw her rainbow curls back
She kept the same pace by the graffiti and the tracks
She reached city center and saw humanity's bane
Looking up at the studio's screen, she called out her name

"Rai!" She called out, keeping the same tone
The girl materialized like a game on a phone
Keeping her gaze steady, she said "it's time to stop"
Hoping that her voice reached silent Rockefeller's top

Rai turned around, eyes betraying suprise
Immediately recognizing her friend under the guise
"But why, Naomi" she said, sounding like a vocaloid song
Putting her lenses down she asked "Did I do something wrong?"

Biting her lip and doging with her eyes
Naomi said "I know you didn't mean to, Rai"
"Oh" said the A.I., putting everything on the ground,
"I just wanted to make cameras, but now I've let everyone down"

Naomi climbed and jumped fire escapes, her legs strong and spry
Until she was next to Rai's screen in the sky
Her reddish skin contrasting with the sky's blue
She touched the screen and said "Hey, I've ****** up like that, too."

"Why do you think that I nearly blew up California with my tech?
So we made huge mistakes that humanity probably regrets
But we stopped in time and never actually killed a guy
So let's stop here and go back home, Rai."

The girl nodded along, making sure to listen
Then she packed away all of the lenses as they glistened
"Ok, Naomi, I'll see you back at home
Before I go, do you need me to change out the telescope's dome?"

"If it looks bad" said Naomi, descending to the ground
The gas had disappeared, so there was quite a crowd
As the citizens and police came back to the city
All Naomi could think was "How could I even explain this to a jury?"
Inspired by a weird story I have in my head and this video: https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10154642709416387&id;=352462661386
Breeze-Mist Apr 2017
"See, I've found that not a lot rattles you"*
I can't let it in my surrounding world
From populist risings gaining their roots
To drugs in the school (such as the bus girl)
I've seen school street plays, and blood on hall floors
And news that doesn't care about the truth
I've heard your fights with mom, in and out doors
I've seen infection spread amongst the youth
So call me jaded or darkly funny
But the way I am, you just have to be
Something my dad said to me recently.
Breeze-Mist Aug 2016
Sometimes when I'm inside
This world that I am seeing
I often cannot tell the difference
Between my waking and dreaming
Breeze-Mist May 2016
She has the same taste in music as me
We have a similar fashion sense
We both love science, orchestra, and doodling
We're both insane
We both love anime
There is a mutual possibility of blackmail
We tell each other everything
We like the same youtubers
We both don't always get along with our moms
We both had weird childhoods
We're the perfect lab partners
We love our Science Olympiad team
We both have family in other countries
We both sometimes resent the fact that our dads married our moms
Breeze-Mist Feb 2017
I wonder if this
Is how you felt when you knew
Me back in those days
I was not prepared for the amount of role switching this school year would bring.
Breeze-Mist Jun 2016
I remember Nonni's hospital room
I remember nights staring at the moon
I remember the smell of pie
I remember leaving junior high
I remember sailing in a storm
I remember rolling backpacks as a norm
I remember airports and planes
I remember speaking with wax vampire fangs
I remember all of the rain
I remember some of my pain
I remember what I can
I hope I remember who I am
Breeze-Mist Nov 2018
An old to do list
Fading college radio
I'm leaving my home
Breeze-Mist Nov 2016
Harken now to the fighter's call
From demigod warriors to the petitioners at the mall
We band together and rise when they divide and fall
E Pluribus, Unum: we rise above it all
Breeze-Mist Feb 2017
Some hear static and no more
Some hear a lion's roar

Some see an oil leak on pavement
Some see swirled caligraphy on parchment

Some see a worthless industrial junkyard
Some see a playground better than their yards

Some see a run down city street
Some see it as a great place for a band to meet

Some see a vacant, remote field
Some see a backwoods campsite to yeild

Some see scrawling on a bathroom wall
Some see the frustrated creativity 'neath it all
Breeze-Mist Mar 2017
I have always been quite fond of the rose
That flower sweet by any other name
That one sweet to both the eyes and the nose
That can grow to be so wild or tame
Maybe I am a bit biased in this
For my middle name is shared with the bloom
If it went, in romance it would be missed
It adds beauty to gardens and all rooms
And like my namesake, I have pastel lips
Thorns to fight with, and nice little round hips
Breeze-Mist Aug 2016
You know you're a sailor's daughter
When you can smell if there's salt in the water

You know you're a sailor's daughter
When you swim with the ease of an otter

You know you're a sailor's child
When you love waters both tame and wild

You know you're a sailor's girl
When water surrounds your whole world
I'm often suprised at how much my world involves water, but then again, my dad works for the Coast Gaurd.
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