Mental Pictures

The pictures in my mind
The paintings in my heart
Are never as beautiful
As Nature

(Written April 23, 2003)

posted by Cassandra 8:56 PM

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Late Night Finals' Studying

The words that flowed from my fingers
Didn't come through my brain.

The songs in my head
Drowned out the music.

The need to scream
Clogged my throat.

I ran around
Because I was too tired to sit still.

I ate
Because I wasn't hungry.

The wind blew my hair away
And my grand ideas flew out the tips.

My feet sank into the ground
But hurt because it was too hard.

My heart pulled me in three directions
The wind in two.

My mind was blissfully blank
As I talked of human nature.

The tears leaked out
As my brain pounded to be let out.

Time streached
Pulled, like taffy.

Thin, but sticky
Sweet, but salty.

Wrapped around my head
Like a winter scarf.

Tight...tight...
Pulling, pushing.

Then the light switch
*click*

Dark.

(Written April 22, 2003)

posted by Cassandra 11:40 PM

. . .

Revolution
Section 8

Jane blushed as they came into the kitchen; the dishes were stacked, waiting to be washed. All the water she had hauled from the well was being used. She turned to Victor to tell him that the tea would have to wait. He was gazing around the room, amazement painting his face.

"This is great," he breathed.

Jane looked at him askance. It was an ordinary kitchen, less than ordinary, actually.

"I'll have to get water for that tea," Jane said, moving towards the dishes and discarded bucket.

"Oh! Allow me," Victor grinned, swooping down on the bucket. "I've always wanted to try this."

Jane raised an eyebrow. What was he talking about? His grin turned sheepish.

(Written April 14, 2003)
To Be Continued...

posted by Cassandra 11:00 PM

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