Together But ApartTogether But ApartMore Like This
Reaching for his hand, a sigh escapes my lips.
Gazing into each others eyes, the pain revealed.
Turning, we go our separate ways.
Unspoken words just like bubbles float into the air.
Pop, pop, pop into the silence they fall.
Seeking, searching, numb, lost we are.
Oh, just to cry, scream, to feel it together, just one time.
Both denying to break, only wanting to remain strong.
Deny it not my heart screams.
Will this make us stronger, bonded together like steel.
Take this chance, dare I not?
Fear of what my fall upon my heart, cast it away I must.
Run into his arms and he into mine is my desire.
Cry together, scream together.
But most of all heal together.
Written By: Penny B. McDonald
My WorldMy WorldMore Like This
Darkness roles in.
The sun is taken away.
Thunder shakes the earth.
Wind ravages the land.
There is no where to go.
I stand shaking in its wake.
Blackness surrounds me.
It chokes me.
The beating of my heart shakes my body.
I cannot stand.
The sting of electricity runs scorching.
It leaves me cold.
I am tossed to and fro.
My soul destroyed and scattered.
Here I am alone.
Written By: Penny B. McDonald
November 11, 2014
No Ordinary DayThis day felt like any other, warm, slightly humid from the seaside vista, but this was why she stayed here. The wanderer liked this island she’d stumbled upon the quaint island. Many times she had told herself she would settle with this as her final home, but she always would stop and wonder. Had she really seen it all? Most likely not, and she was not one to settle, never had been.More Like This
As she wandered the woods, she caught a foreign scent. “So I have a guest?” She practically purred, the temptation to investigate making her shiver. “Best greet them before they run off without a ‘hello’.” She snorted softly, scenting the air to find which way this horse went. The beach? She thought curiously. It made sense, it wasn’t far from where she was now, and she could easily follow him if she stayed downwind.
She wasted no time tracking the stallion down. She could smell the testosterone in the air, and it made her even more territorial. No way
ConfrontationFelicia whickered slightly and stepped back when the stallion decided it would be nice to freak out a little. Fact was, she let him smell her, and as he stepped forward, she did as well. For one step of his she took three, until he was about 20 yards from the tree line. He had nice eyes, a cute face, but that would help him none as she jumped out from a fallen tree, snorting and shaking out her long mane. Her oddly colored coat practically glistened against the sunlight, and her bright eyes stared into his. “Who are you?” She demanded, stomping her hoof in emphasis.More Like This
Her question demanded a quick answer. She was one of little patience, but she’d humor the stallion. Hopefully he had a brain, and wouldn’t anger her further. “I’m waiting.” She nearly barked, but she kept her temper down, just enough that he would answer her. When a breeze from the ocean blew around them, she had to shake her forelock from her face. It was just too much someti
InteractionFelicia was confused by him, and his way of speaking. Despite that though, she kept her cool as she reached her head out and sniffed him. She was surprised, he smelled like the main land, like deep woods and a herd she’d crossed paths with before. She blinked softly at him, swishing her tail in curiosity. “My name is Felicia, given to me by my mother. Though, I do respect my name.” An unintentional jab at him, one she hadn’t noticed, even after she’d said it. When she did, she distracted him with a question. “Why are you here? You are far from home traveler.” Her voice soft and curious, but she gave him a look that showed she could still take a piece out of him. Not that taking a piece of his handsome coat wouldn't be a shame.More Like This
Not The Whole TruthFelicia loosened up at his remarks, and then looked away, swishing her tail uncomfortably. “Let’s just say, nobody likes why I’m here. I’ll leave it at that. I’m not comfortable enough with you to give you my life’s story.” She huffed then looked back at him, approaching him by a few steps. “It’s more dangerous on this island than you know, Biggley. You don’t only have to worry about the bears that live here.” She said, walking past him, and expecting him to follow. Staying in one place wasn’t very bright, when you were close to a bear den. “Biggley, come with me or you’ll get eaten!” She whinnied, trotting softly through the sand with an unknown grace. Honestly, she had no clue why she was helping the stallion, but she felt a thrill in doing so. That was enough for the daredevil mare to keep going, the thrill of the unknown. That was the reason she’d left her quaint herd, to live much moreMore Like This
Letting You InThe sound of the woods was a soothing melody in Felicia’s ears. That meant it was a safe path they were on, and the predators weren’t around. It was easy to get through until you got deeper into it, which was where she was taking him. This stallion, the one who’d invaded, now tagged along behind her in a trusting manner.More Like This
Or at least she thought until he opened his mouth and asked questions. She pulled herself to a stop and turned to him. “I’m taking you somewhere safe, to my den. I’ve lived here on the Island a year, so I know when it’s lunch time, and it won’t be vegetarian.” She raised her nose and sniffed the air, before returning to gaze at him. “We were by a den, so, I moved us. It’s not safe to stay still for long, sure, the bears could fish in the ocean, but where we were standing was way too close.” She said with a strong voice, but the slight fear she held in it was unable to be hidden. “We should ke
Marauders Interview:CHILDHOODMarauders Interview CHILDHOODMore Like This
1. How old are you?
James: Nice easy question to start off with. Good start. Im 17.
Sirius: Yeh, my little baby. *pinches James cheek* Im 18 and the oldest from our gang.
Remus: My eighteenth birthday is coming up soon.
Roxi: We have SUCH a fantastic partAY coming up for you Remmy! But it has to be a few days early because I checked the moon calendar and well
Sirius: The frikkin odds. Thats just too cruel
2. Your parents?
Sirius: Are tossers
Roxi: I tell myself that I dont have a dad but my mums a muggle.
Sirius: Thats how she knows all these weird things and owns stuff like what was that amazing contraption you showed me that time, Roxi?
Roxi: (unenthusiastically) A microwave.
Sirius: Yeh yeh! A wicked thing!! It has the power to produce lightning within itself when you put metal cutlery in there! Its so magical.
Roxi: *under breathe* You broke my flippin microwave,
The Awaited MomentThe Awaited MomentMore Like This
The phone rings.
"He's gone", the broken voice says.
A clank sounds as the phone is dropped by the caller.
Sobs ring in my ear.
Sinking to the floor, my arms ache to hold her.
My heart breaks from her screams.
"Daddy's gone.", he passed just a little while ago.
What could I say except I am so sorry.
Written By: Hillbilly Girl
December 3, 2012
eat my heart out valentine.i want it all.More Like This
and maybe a little more.
i want the glorious love interest.
the loving and strangely supportive parents.
the great friends.
who love me no matter what shit i put them through.
i want the great school.
filled with all the really cool teachers.
i want the freedom.
that they teach you about.
and tell you you have.
even if they know it's a load of horse manure.
all i have.
is a boy.
so i proposed.
that we go on ahead.
and start our own whirlwind romance.
fly to the sea.
and then to the stars while we're at it.
Humourous ditty by my 7 yr oldCoca, cola went to town,More Like This
Pepsi Max shot him down,
Dr Pepper fixed him up,
Turned him into 7up!
MasksMasksMore Like This
Living a life under a mask
Hiding ever tear
Living your life shut away
So you don't have to show your fear
to the world
Smiling when you feel like dying
Laughing when you want to hide
Crying into your pillow so noone knows
What a life
This life is mine
A Parent's Broken HeartA Parent's Broken HeartMore Like This
You were laid upon my chest when you were born.
I held you in my arms, my heart filled with so much joy.
I watched you grow up into an adult.
I held you when you cried.
I laughted at your crazy jokes.
I helped you when you asked.
I corrected you when your were wrong.
I was there for you always with my heart and soul.
Now, you are gone.
What will I do?
My heart is broken.
So many pieces, will it ever be whole again?
I am so angry and bitter.
What did I do in this life to lose you?
I feel so cold and alone.
How do I feel the warmth and happiness that I once felt?
My eyes fill with tears.
Why am I left only with the memories my heart holds?
My arms ache to hold you once again.
How do I fill that void that is left without your presence?
My ears listen for your voice so sweet, but now is silenced.
How do I remember that sweet laugh that warmed my heart?
My voice is silent, for I wasn't given the chance to say I love you before you were gone.
How do I speak these word
My SaviorMy SaviorMore Like This
A man called Jesus, was nailed to the cross.
His head hung low with sorrow.
His arms were stretched out and hands nailed to the wood.
His feet crossed and nailed together.
His side was pierced by a sword.
His precious blood seeped from his body and fell to the ground below.
He looked upon the people who watched him on this day.
He prayed to his Heavenly Father.
The clouds rolled in and the day became as night.
His voice filled with pain and agony said, "Forgive them for they know not what they do."
His mind and body seen and felt every sin that had been, was and was going to be.
Looking toward Heaven, Jesus said, " It is finished."
Surrendering to his Father's will, he gave his own life for you and me.
Written By: Hillbilly Girl
May 23, 2011
Hidden Battles Fought WithinHere I sit with battles of life raging within me.More Like This
Fighting the urge to scream at the world in which I live.
To scream, what would that do?
Sometimes I want to just shake my fist at life itself.
To dare it to show just a little compassion.
To shake my fist, what would it accomplish?
Sometimes I want to just curl up in a ball and cry my heart out.
To cry, they say is to wash away the ills of the body, heart, and soul.
To cry my tears, what of the stains would remain?
That, I cannot answer.
Sometimes I want to lay down and lock the world, so cruel as it is, away.
To compel it to look upon itself and become as it should.
To lock it away, how could I change the outcome?
I would not be able to.
Sometimes I want someone I can talk to who would not judge me.
To seek compassion, understanding and advice without condemnation.
To seek such things, is it asking too much?
For all these things I have just written, I have found the answer.
It is simple, I must go before the L
Feel and BelieveFeel and BelieveMore Like This
Breathe in deeply.
Release that breath slowly.
Let your inner strength grow.
Feel the spirit that is within.
Hold onto the peace that surrounds you.
For in this life, you are never alone.
GOD is always there when you need him most.
Written By: Hillbilly Girl
December 8, 2011