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Unfallen Rain"I believe in the sky."
She snorted, looking at me incredulously. My wistful blue eyes grew gray with the threat of an impending storm, a mist of disappointment having clouded them.
"Of course you do," she scoffed. "It's right above our heads. You'd have to be an idiot not to believe in it."
As we stood there, our gazes fixed on each other, I realized it wasn't worth my time trying to explain myself. I turned on my heels and promptly left her there, bewildered. She didn't call out or try to stop me, nor did I look back. I simply kept on going.
I walked away from my friend that day with the understanding that my perception of the world was somehow different than that of anyone else. My sense of self curled inward as my mind wove elaborate dreams of soaring high above the clouds, carried only by the wind and the calls of distant migratory birds. Their voices would beckon me to join them on their journey to the New World, leaving this one behind, as my jovial laugh pierced the day...
Souffle d'Un AngeElle respire comme un ange,
Comme son esprit s'échappe
Avec chaque souffle,
Montant au Paradis;
Près de Dieu mais loin de moi
Je veux l'attacher au sol,
La tenir dans les bras,
La garder ici.
Mais elle est trop bonne pour ce monde,
Trop pure, trop sage.
Ses yeux me disent
Une histoire des âges,
Comme elle voyait tout avant.
Elle soulève sa tête aux étoiles,
Absorbant leur sensation de rêve;
Les étoiles illuminent ses cheveux,
Et elle rit.
Elle rit d'un rire joyeux.
Et puis, elle s'en est allée.
Son rire dans mes oreilles,
Les étoiles dans ses cheveux,
Elle devient une partie du ciel.
Et je suis seule dans la nuit.
Testing the WatersShe gingerly dips her finger into the water,
Moving through the liquid in circles,
As though wary of its intent, its purpose,
What it holds for her --
This expanse of blue stretched before her eyes:
Will it seer?
Will it shun like cold ice?
Will it sweep her into its depths,
Suffocating her small, childlike being
While widened eyes scream for mercy?
Yet she feels its cool, calm embrace as she explores the sandy bottoms,
Grit collecting under her nail like mournful beads of nostalgia
Of what had been,
What she had seen,
What she had felt.
Droplets scatter as her finger finds the surface once more,
The thick summer air cool against her moist skin.
She hesitates, savoring the moment,
Understanding its significance.
A tenseness is felt throughout her body,
Anticipation of what is to come;
The caged bird to be set free beating against her breast.
Her heart leaps, then falls expectedly,
Tamed by the force of gravity --
By the knowledge of what she is about to do:
A heavy, sinking weight in h
'Raffi' EssayThere are certain things that I know my classmates will remember me as: the quiet kid, the shy kid, the smart kid, the nice kid, the kid who all the teachers liked. However, there are also some things that I, personally, would like to be remembered as; some things that my classmates would have never thought to [associate with me], simply because they never knew. They always saw and judged what was on the outside -- my shining, happy, confident exterior that put a smile on everyone's face -- but never once did it cross their minds that a storm might be brewing inside me. Indeed, something was happening that even I couldn't completely understand.
I have been at [this school] since kindergarten, but it wasn't until fourth grade that I started having trouble. Everyday I was plagued by uncontrollable panic attacks that forbade me to walk through the narrow doorways, into the dimly lit corridors of the school I had come to know so well. I had my "good days" when I could get myself to go in,
Welcome to the MasqueradeCome one, come all!
Let's play pretend!
Come to our ball,
And bring your friends!
Slap on a mask,
Step through the pass...
For what, you ask?
Why, just for fun!
The show has only just begun!
Come in, come in!
And join the crowd!
Live in sin,
Live not aloud
A hidden face
Without a trace --
A waste of space?
This is for you!
Escape your past!
Bid yourself one last adieu
Heed my words!
Lend me your ear
It sounds absurd
To gather here
To hide oneself
To live in stealth --
But know what else?
We'll set you free
Erase the pain,
Hear your plea
Provide you false security
So listen well, don't be afraid
For this is where all dreams are made
An answer to prayers left unprayed:
Welcome to the masquerade!
To Be Or Not To Be Emulation: MirrorsTo look or not to look that is the question:
Whether it's better to avert my eyes
And preserve my sanity another day,
Or to fix my gaze on the mirror before me
And, with bravery, confront myself.
To look, to hide
No more and by looking I'm forced to face
My shattered reflection which reveals to me
A hollow spirit
It's this revelation
I'm not sure I can bear.
To hide, to lie
To lie, worst of all, to myself. Oh, but it's tempting,
For in gazing into the mirror comes the problem:
Discerning between the real and the imagined,
Leaving my mind reeling.
It's a risk
I do not wish to take.
For who enjoys seeing imperfections reflected back,
Imaginary or true?
An extra five pounds gathered around your middle,
Lips chapped and nervously chewed on,
Eyes tired and bleary, a pinched and drawn face,
Your skin tone uneven and blotchy,
And every secret
You've kept from the world cast in glass
And hung upon the wall;
Truth that emerges in the scrutiny of mirrors
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