Re:flect.’s RW (14)

Hey,

So, this really isn’t that good. I wrote it in like 10 minutes (getting kind of late right now…and I still have hw to do). But, I can’t say that I didn’t try with what SA picked out. She said to write something using bees and some kind of wordplay. Meh, I tried. Have a good one (night or day, depending on wherever you are)!

-Re:flect.

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There was a group of bees that all lived in a hive together.
One little bee that lived was named May Bee.
She was young, looking for a place to be won.
The others had all left at some point, venturing out to places unknown.
But, little May Bee sat there, waiting for the next moment to come.
She watched the seasons pass, growing older with each turn of the leaf.

One day, Wood Bee came to her and asked if May Bee would like to leave.
They could go to meadows beyond the horizon, beyond the hive.
But, May Bee believed that the day had not come.
Maybe today was it, maybe today was not it. Maybe now, maybe later.
So, Wood Bee left because he would be something different, something else “out there”.
He went off to sunsets far away or somewhere nearby, supposed May Bee. Who knows?

And, that’s how May Bee lived, inside the hive.
She watched all the ‘mays’ pass her by, still waiting on the ‘be’ to come for her.
And, perhaps, that’s how May Bee died.
Maybe she left for better things, or maybe she didn’t.
Who knows?

2012
10/13
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Re:flect.’s RW (13): And, She Flies for Two.

Hey,

So, I guess I’m the one that has to update, since I’m free.  Honestly, I haven’t been writing and reading as much. I’ve had…a lot on my mind. But, things are looking up. I’m just riding the good times until the bad times return. I guess, that’s all I can really ask for, for the bad to not last quite so long. Anywho, I wrote something up,just something that came to mind during accounting. Yeah, during accounting, I wasn’t really listening. I finished my work early and during lecture I just stared and had another mental conversation with myself. I hope everyone’s doing well because I can honestly say right now that I’m currently okay.

Enjoy,

-Re:flect.

***

There’s a bird I know,
I’ve watched her grow.

In her youth, she was a shy one.
She was one like the sun.
She’s here; she’s there.
She’s everywhere up in the air.

She’s into dancin’,
She’s into prancin’.
She loves to fight;
She loves to be right.

Flappin’ on her wing,
She does her own thing,
All for the song
That doesn’t last long.

And then, it’s there.
And then, it’s here.
The end,
She can’t see beyond the bend.
All ’round her is dyin’,
But, she knows she’s still a flyin’.

With her dying sight,
She took her last flight,
Off into the night
To finish her final plight.

A flap, a flutter
Through the meaningless clutter,
She tries;
She dies,
And so do all my ‘I’s.

2012
09/07
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Re:flect.’s RW (12)

Hello,

So yeah, it’s been a pretty long time since I’ve written one of these.  Feels odd almost. Just wrote a little something really fast, so might as well post to update. SA and I are supposed to work on something tomorrow, but I’ll let her write the intro herself. Enjoy~

– Re:flect.

***

Happiness is pouring out
From the top of a little spout.
The gravity that pulls forever
Will never relent to the weather.
Sadness that fills my cup
Never ever ceases to stop.
So much that it’s never looking up,
Wait for the water level to drop.
But, surely, for all my sorrows,
There’ll be a lil’ something better in my tomorrows.

2012
05/12
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Quick Writing (D-Y/Re:flect./SA: 1)

Hey,

It’s not Re:flect. but I did I say I would update. Right now the group is doing 3 minute quick writes based on one word. We’re each supposed to do one, but once again…Re:flect. and SA are the only ones doing it for the most part. I had time so I did one too. 3 minutes is really not enough for this. But, somehow, I think Re: and SA made it work well. Kudos to them. Order of writing: mine, then SA’s then Re:’s.

-D-Y

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Lie. Lie. Lie.

There’s one thing you are good at: lying.

It’s your natural talent, ain’t it?

Lying. You’re a natural liar, a smooth one at that.

A con man in the making, is that your real job?

Wait! Don’t bother answering.

It’s so hard to tell if you’re being real with me.

I really can’t tell, you liar you are.

###

Honey, you really should slow down.

You speak faster than I do.

Words are rolling off your tongue so quickly. It’s a new record!

Too bad all of those phrases you so eloquently put together are just a string of lies.

I’m surprised you haven’t choked on them yet? Can you even remember what you last told me?

Hmm, you can, can you? Well, then, forgive me for asking but where did you say you were last night?

Ooh, silence. What’s wrong cat got your tongue?

…Oh Dearie, it seems like you’ve forgotten what the truth was.

Pity. Lies only stretch so far.

***

Because we think before we speak,
spill forth the words that comfort.
Without a single thought, we utter.
Absolute. Complete. Nonsense.
Words that hold no meaning have no soul.
If we are what we say we are,
then aren’t we all liars?
Surely, we don’t always tell the truth.
For every truth, there is a hidden lie.
True or False.
If speaking words is like playing house,
then aren’t we all just pretending?
Surely, we were born to deceive.

2012
04/22
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Random Collab (SA/Re:flect./2)

Hey,

I know that D-Y just updated, but I finished the collab…so might as well post. (Cute message. Thanks a bunch.) It’s fairly unpolished. Both Re:flect. and I have been fairly busy with all the college issues.  So, in a nutshell, we each wrote on one thing. Hah, rock, paper, scissors style on MSN is great when you have the faster internet. (Don’t tell her I said anything about that. :P) So, we took what the other had picked to write on. Ironically enough, I gave her death and to add some black humour to it. She gave me life and to add some humour to it. Funny how he both picked something similar before the rock-paper-scissors.

Hope you enjoy,

-SweetAddiction

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Life, oh Honey! You’re in for a real shitload of trouble.

You’ve been messing ’round with the wrong girl. I’m as rude and tough as they come.

I’m not some call girl that will stand for anything you throw at me.

I hate how you screw me over constantly.

They say that every couple has their “rough patches”. They say that every couple that overcomes those difficulties turn out for the best.

But, you and I have a lot more on our plate. You throw me under the bus every time we go out together. Can’t I even have a simple date with you to the movies without some random shit happening?! It’s like I can’t even have a normal relationship with you.

Each time we recover what’s lost, you either bring out another skeleton from the closet or start a new problem.

Sure, you’re a sweetheart, baby. Sometimes. But, for the most part, you push all the wrong buttons.

Here we go again! A new issue, not even a day goes by without one.

I’m leaving. I hear there’s a Mr. Death that might treat a girl better.

***

Beautiful as we fall.
Hand in hand, we dance into oblivion.
Oh, the lunacy! The world’s gone mad, falling into the depths of sin.
It’s just you and me.
Dear, dear, dear Mr. Death. You’ve come to ask me for my hand.
Oh, you’re making me blush! I think I am going to rather enjoy this little marriage we’ll have.
I can hear the organ playing for us in a church. Hm, it’s just for me, you say? Why, you spoil me too much!
Mister, you’re going to buy me a casket? Black paint on the outside with scarlet satin lining on the interior. What a lovely place to live my afterlife in, several feet below the ground!
…I wonder if I’ll be able to hear the rain pitter-patter on the ground.
Will my so-called friends come with flowers? Crimson roses, golden poppies, creme lilies. Can I still smell their intoxicating fragrances over all of the formaldehyde?
Oh, Sweetie Death.Where would you like to honeymoon? I hear Heaven is something lovely.
You’ll take me somewhere wonderful, right? It’s a one-way trip, after all.

 

2012
04/12
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Random Shoutout (D-Y)

Hi,

It’s been a long time since I’ve updated for us. They said they were working on a collab together right now when they had time. We’re all pretty busy. But, I decided that I should at least be responsible for updating, since the two people that actually write most of the stuff on here are all busy with the college stuff. Wish them luck, by the way. They’re amazing girls that I’m lucky to have met. I wish them the best of luck with college & life. They have taught me most of what I learned. They have helped me get through school more than any teacher out there has. And, for that, I owe them at least my (lol) blessing. So, SweetAddiction and Re:flect., I hope it all works out for the best cause you guys are amazing. And ya, you’re fucking cool!

‘Kay, have a good one!

-D-Y

***

 

 

2012
04/12
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Re:flect.’s RW (10/11): A Timeline of Color. & Save It for a Rainy Day.

Hey,

It’s SweetAddiction here again. Re:flect. ended up writing again, before I could get time to. So, I’m posting her stuff for her, since she’s busy with her midterm today. We’re currently working on a collab writing, but neither of us have had time recently to sit down and actually do it.

I’m glad she’s still doing a lot of writing for this blog. I always love to see her write. So, I hope you enjoy reading her poetry as much as I do.

Thanks for reading.

-SweetAddiction

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A Timeline of Color.

Born under the hazy lights of white,
we cried our first breaths.
We were Naivete
at its best.
We were
Innocence.

With our first steps,
surely, we fell.
Stumbling through a world
of unknown shades.

As we grew older,
we watched as our paths diverged
in the world.

We witnessed the atrocities,
saw as gray days came to play
their hand in
our little game of life.
We witnessed the victories,
saw as rose colored days of love sang
in harmony,
wishing they would never end.

And, at the end,
we sang our final song,
motioned for the band to play
that song of reminiscing
for our final dance.

And, so,
We waltzed straight out
through the doors of life.
Hand in hand with death,
we welcomed our final color
of absolute black.

***

Save It for a Rainy Day.

I sing of days long gone,
mourn of nights present.
It is all I know,
all I have ever known.
How the past haunts me,
how the future taunts me.

On days of sunshine, I wait inside,
savoring the moments that always fade away.
Save the sweet taste of love and happiness for another day,
for days that always come visit.

So, I wait
with a faint smile until again
the thunder, zealous and loud, clatters
through the empty halls of a heart abandoned.

On days of rain, I leave,
remembering the moments that always fade away.
Drink the loving touch of compassion in a bottle,
saved just for days like these.

So, I cry of sorrow,
and sing of joy.
For I know, tomorrow is coming
with days like the past.

***

2012
01/19
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Re:flect.’s RW (9): A Call.

Hey,

Well, Re:flect. wrote this one, not me. But, since she’s going to be away for a bit, I’ll post it for her.

Thanks for reading.

-SweetAddiction

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He calls to me,
whispers to me
in my conscious.

We first met
when I took
my first breath,
when the world breathed life
into me.

He and I
walked hand in hand,
side by side.
Never apart,
we walked.

Through life,
I danced.
I fell.
I lived.
Nevertheless,
He continued to call
to me.

With my first breath,
He called to me,
whispered to me,
in my life.
With my first breath,
He promised to take
my last.

For He is
Death.
***

 

2012
01/08
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Re:flect.’s RW(8): Once.

Well, not much to say other than…I’ve been busy; the same goes for everyone else too. Anyways, I wrote this tonight, originally just for me and LJ. I figured I might as well post it here too, give this blog an update since everyone else is too busy to write.

-Re:flect.

***

Once,
there was a time when
there was a girl,
who lived.

Under the artificial lights and sounds,
She was born
to a set of parents
who were no different
than the model couple.

Time took Its first steps,
repeatedly falling and standing again.
The girl saw beyond the crib,
stumbling through nights and mornings,
hopping and skipping across man and nature.

In the wake of confusion,
She learned about others and tried to make sense
of what the world was.
Time cried as It was hurt,
watching as others wasted It.

As the years passed,
She was introduced to Time.
But, She ignored It,
too involved within a world
all her own.

One day,
Her parents left Her and Time,
done giving Her the rest of their lives,
finished spending their life.
Time paused alongside Her
to say a prayer or two for the past.

And,
She began Her waltz with Time,
watching the nights and mornings,
walking across man and nature.

With the clocks ticking by,
She tried to follow Her parents’ path,
telling Herself
that all She wanted was to love and love and love
until She couldn’t possibly give more,
that all She wanted was to get and get and get
until there was enough to replace what She gave.

He stepped into Her life,
and She welcomed Him.
He was
enough, perfect.
Time moved aside,
continuing to walk beside Her.

She spent some of Her life on Him,
and He on Her.
Under the artificial lights and sounds,
She birthed Her own girl,
no different than Her,
the model daughter.

So the decades passed,
life repeated itself.
He left Her,
finished spending His life.
Time moved beside Her
to say a prayer or two for the past.

Years marched onwards,
until one night
Time came to sit beside Her.
She wept,
reminiscing on the past,
wondering how life eluded Her so.
By the dying cinders of the fire,
She and Time exchanged their farewells,
holding onto one another until
the end.

Under the natural lights and sounds,
She rested
beside others
who were no different than Her.
Above Her, Time paused,
saying a prayer or two:
“Once,
there was a time when
there was a girl,
who lived…”

***

2012
01/06
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Re:flect.’s RW (7): At the End of the Day,

We’re the only ones
holding ourselves back,
from madness or
from happiness.

At the end of the day,
we’re the only ones
restraining ourselves,
from danger or
from safety.

At the end of the day,
we’re the only ones
able to save ourselves,
from hatred or
from love.

At the end of the day,
we’re the only ones
knowing ourselves,
from lies or
from reality.

At the end of the day,
we’re the only ones
that truly realize our
flaws and fears,
that truly realize our
strengths and dreams.

At the end of the day,
we’re the only ones
left with a life to spend
for ourselves.

***

2011
11/27
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Behind Our Names.

* Reflection: an image, representation, counterpart
# Addiction: the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically habit-forming
- Dye: to impart a new color
: Counter: something that is opposite or contrary to something