Believer's Always Die.

Well holy geez!! Thank you to everyone reading this blog, my ratings are pretty good and I'm glad that someone out there is enjoying what I write. This week has been pretty good, except for this morning when we found out the one of my long time family friends is sick and they don't know if she will make it. My hopes are with her though and I will be visiting her tomorrow, I'm a little nervous though. I'm also attempting to start a book...hopefully this time it will actually get somewhere...hopefully! Any how you probably want to seem some auwesome creative writing so it goes...

Be broken you fool,
   for there is nothing left to say.
Be silent you fool,
   for there is nothing left to feel.
Be still you fool,
    for there is nothing left to see.
Be alert you fool,
    for there is nothing left to taste.
Be hungry you fool,
    for there is nothing left to sense.
Be broken you fool,
    for there is nothing left to believe.

Candycane Memory Lane.

Well I sure hope that everyone had a wonderful Christmas or any other holiday that you celebrate :) It was nice to see all my family and to be away from all the snow in my hometown. I don't have much to talk about at the moment because I haven't been up to much. I would however like to inform everyone that I got a new helmet for my motorbike today and it is awesome!! I love it so much and I can't wait to ride my bike all summer!! Anywho here's a little writing...

  I curled my toes, pushing and pulsing sand inbetween the spaces. The almost inaudible clatter of the small grains rushing through my ears. Every thing within my thrummed, as if a hundred suns were hoping to burst through my skin and set me alight. I hadn't seen him in months, but in this moment, his hand running along the top of my foot, I could barely contain myself. My fingers snaked out and found his collarbone, running a cool path along his jaw and his shoulders I pulled him closer. I smouldered, surely he could see the height rising of my body trying so hard to draw him near. The pressure of his lips faded from my own much too quickly for my liking and I struggled to pull him near once again. Lurching forwards I tumbled into the sand, my arms falling against nothing but cold dirt. It was only a memory I chided myself, one that always seemed so real.

You tell them when they're Wrong.

So I just found out I'm on Academic Probatation because majority of my classes were shitty as all get out. I don't care that much, but I'm pissed off that I can only register for classes the day before they start. Way to make it ridiculous. Anyways I'm on the Island for Christmas and I'm very happy about it. Thank goodness I'm away from shitty Prince George and I don't have to be in the gross cold weather. I'll stop ranting and actually write something nice now :)

  Do what you want,
they tell you.
  We want to see your creativity,
they tell you.
   You write to your hearts content,
you tell them.
   I did just what you wanted,
you tell them.
   But it's not enough,
they tell you.
  You didn't follow the guidelines,
they tell you.
  I thought this was about freedom,
you tell them.
  I thought this would help me,
you tell them.
  There's no such thing as help,
they tell you.
  There's no such thing as letting your students be right,
you tell them.
    There's no such thing as work that goes outside the bounds,
you tell them.
   There's no such thing as Academic freedom,
you tell them.
  

Broke the Teeth of Santa Claus.

Well, we're getting pretty darn close to Christmas now and I'm getting more into the spirit. I'm finally going home for more than just a weekend and I couldn't be happier, I will miss my boyfriend,  but I'll see him soon enough. Plus they have this nifty thing called Skype, which works pretty well. We're going to try that out :) I hope everyone is having a good December. Even if you don't celebrate Christmas I still hope your holidays\celebrations are good. Some day I would love to learn about all the other holidays and celebrations in the world, it would be so interesting! Anyways I'm sure I should put a little bit of writing down...


   Broke your teeth,
swallowing those lies.
  Were they to much for you,
could you barely breath?
   I hope you suffered some,
and choked on all of your hatred.
  And if you think it's ill will,
I have nothing against you.
   Simply against your jagged edges,
and your biting tongue.

Class, Christmas and Crackers.

So I hope you all checked out my tumblr. blog, well at least those of you who actually like my writing. If you did, thank you, if you didn't, it's cool maybe you can another time. I've been sick the past few days and I can't wait for tomorrow, I'll be having a 'How I Met Your Mother' marathon with my boyfriend and just lazing around. I can't wait! At the moment my wonderful room mate is making supper for the both of us because I'm rather incapable of really moving about and making food. As you all know, it's getting rather close to Christmas and I have yet to get in the spirit. All I'm really excited for is not having to go to school for a few weeks and getting to see my family. Which I guess is more or less what Christmas is about, but usually I am much more excited for the big dinner we'll have and Christmas morning. Anyways I've rambled for quite some time...so on to the real writing....

     Draw it, your breath,
 against the glass pain.
   Do you see the shapes it makes,
  like angles against the grain.
Hold it, your breath,
      and watch the mist rise.
An early morning beauty,
   caught in your eyes.

They Sealed our Tumbling Lips.

Hi all, so to get more people reading what I write and hopefully getting it under a publishers nose, I am also on tumblr. It's actually pretty cool, it took me a little while to figure out how things worked but I'm up and running now. If you have tumblr. than I implore you to check out my page and follow me, and even if you don't have it you can still read it. http://blixkreig.tumblr.com/  Now for a little writing.

They sealed our lips
              long eons ago.
Told us to hush and
        be still.
Our cries went unheard
       on their deaf ears.
And even now, so far we've come
        A voice we still don't have.
With all their wars
        They never won.
And all the hopes they
         Tore away.
They sealed our lips,
              Long eons ago.

A War of Snow and Solitude

So, it's the beginning of exam week and I am finally getting worried. For the past two weeks I haven't been worrying and just trying to stay calm. However; I've sat through my first exam and I am quite terrified for all the rest. I'm glad that I can spend most of the week with my mom while she is visiting me.

On my way home this weekend I hit a rather rough, icy spot and lost control of my car. The result of the spin out wasn't bad but I hit the ditch. Thank goodness for a sledder how came not too long after I stopped and had a truck strong enough to pull my car out. I can barely drive my car now because I'm so nervous and my anxiety is through the roof. I guess though I should put in a little writing...so here it goes...

The silence that followed the battle still rang in Wilhelm’s ears. Turning to look at the still young face of Herve, he pushed his fingers along the dirt, “We’ve done it Herve, we’ve won.”

“It doesn’t feel quite like I thought it should Wilhelm, but perhaps that is one of the intricacies of war. You never really know how to feel.”

“Yes, I think you’re right.”

Again only silence filled the air. The distant sounds of voices drifted along the wind and rushed along their ears. But they could not be reached out here. Surrounded by dirt and heaven, and very little in between.  

Snow for Tetris

Hey all, life's been pretty awesome these past few days! However; I did miss my last to Literature classes because I slept through my alarm. But what can you do, sometimes sleep is the better option. I finished my last class for the semster today and I am so happy about it! I can't wait to be home for almost a month solid and see my family again. Homesick barely begins to describe me right now, I just want to be in my own bed with my wonderful doggy!!!! I guess you would like a little creative writing, since the blog is all about that kind of fun stuff :)

    A quick motion and her gloved hand was full of snow. Another quick and well aimed flick of her wrist sent it launching in to the face of her brother. Squeals of laughter rung through the muffled air, vibrating through the snow flakes and falling onto hushed grounds.

    So that all you're going to get right now, because I'm sitting next to a friend who is losing terribly at tetris. I'm having a very hard time concentrating on this while he is getting his ass kicked.


                                            

You make me better, boy.

Hey there...well life is a little confusing at the moment, to say the least anyways. I'm going to finish out the school year and then take a break for a while. Hopefully travel a little and move to the coast, at least there's barely any now there. I'm not a very big fan of snow, winter, or cold weather in general. My body temperature is rather low and it's nice to be somewhere that has actual sunlight and beaches. Now I just need to get the money together! I've been trying to write a little more, but all I've been doing is little snipits. Here's to writers block...

   It’s almost as if he’d told me this a thousand times before. Told me that I’m not ready, that I’m not prepared for what they’ll have to say. And I tried so hard to prove him wrong. To be ready when the onslaught of questions started, to be prepared for the bullets for remarks that would sure mark my skin. I was ready, prepared; no longer afraid…at least I thought I was. Thought that I could make it through the questions, the faces, the cruel and cold gestures. However; it seems that I was sorely mistaken, I had been just as naïve as he said I would be. I had expected the looks, the calculating eyes, the harsh language that rolled off their tongues. I wasn’t. I wasn’t ready for any of it, not the way that they spoke, not the way that they held their breath while I talked. I just wasn’t ready for it.

Pulling and Pushing to Tear Us Apart.

Alright, so I've had quite the lengthy discussion with my mother and with an academic advisor and I am going to finish out the school year. However; I will not be returning the following year to study, I will hopefully be living on the coast. I think I need to take a break from school for a while, and just enjoy life. I want to still have at least a little bit of fun before I really have to start working. Hopefully some time on the Island and work will help me to settle down and actually live. One thing that has really been pulling at me...please send emails, I would really like a way to improve the blog and to write more focused! It'd be greatly appreciated :) Well here's a little writing to get you thinking...

     That look crossed his face again. Staining what I had become so accustomed to, and no matter how hard I pushed the lines wouldn’t leave his face. My fingers tugged and pulled, stretching at the skin with no avail. The lines remained, marring a perfect image. Perhaps it wasn’t his fault though; I was the reason for these lines of deep seated concern. I was the reason he barely slept, I was the reason he stopped eating. I was the reason he forgot who he was. It is okay now, though. I’m gone, I won’t ever be there to bother him again, I won’t ever be there to stumble and fall. He won’t have to see what hurt him so much. I’ve withered and passed. Perhaps it’s for the better. Perhaps.

When we were young, life wasn't so scary.

Well life has taken a rather unexpected turn. I don't think it's for the worse though, I'm hoping it's for the better. School has become way to much to handle at this point in my life, I'm barely attending one of my classes and only really enjoy one of them. I just don't think it's healthy to be going through school always upset and missing home. It just can't be good for my mental state. I've already had countless break downs and my anxiety attacks have reached a new level of frightening and painful. All in all I'm dropping school for a while. I know that I will go back within the next few years, but right now I want to do other things. I'm just not ready to be a student again and being somewhere that I don't like. I want to be on the island, enjoying the barely-there winter and the constant smell of sea water. However I probably shouldn't rant so much about this, so here's a little writing :)

    We were young,
Not quite so
              Lost yet.
   We knew all the words
to the song's
      our parents never heard.
  We were young,
Careless and undamaged.
             Now we sit,
        Broken and lost.
Questions circle around
   our bent
                   heads.
We Were Young.

Here, there and every which where.

Well I gave up on school for the week and came home early. Probably not the best idea for my academic standing, but I really needed to get out of there. Home has been good, I've been alot calmer and the continues panic attacks have become less frequent. The weather has been awful, it's snowed and then rained and then froze...which means terribly icy roads and very slow driving. The trip home that should have taken me only two hours ended up taking me almost four. I guess I should add a little writing into here...

    I can hear, I know that you are here. I heard them when they whispered it around town, you were here, back from over there. They couldn't stop talking about you, their lips quivering and jumping to form the words. I told them that you wouldn't like that, that you would cover your ears and sing so you couldn't hear, you were here, you were there, you're home. I wish you would stay home, so that I wouldn't feel so alone, maybe I could tuck a homing device under the collar of your uniform. The uniform you wear so handsomely. Do they tell you how handsome you look over there? Do they compliment your dimples and your whispy hair. I love your whispy hair, so unlike a hare's course fur. I wouldn't run my finger through that, but I would pull them through your whispy hair and kiss your here-for-now lips. When you go back there, I'll be here. Listening to their whispers, watching as they're changing, waiting for word from you all the way from over there. As long as I'm here, and you're there, our heart will remain somewhere in the middle.

Infliction or Inflection

Hey all :) Well I met an awesome guy a few day ago and he's from Nigeria, which is awesome! School has been going better, I'm actually getting up on time and going to my classes. Thank goodness! There's not much going on in my life right now, but I think it will be picking up soon and getting more interesting. At least I hope it will...now I have something new for you. I hope you enjoi it...


           It lies not within your heart, but rather the heart of others. It is not to be found in an artichoke heart, or an animal heart. It is neither the heart of the matter nor of the meaning. It's is not an organ, nor is it the central focus of a conversational topic. It does not beat a thin heart beat, it does not stutter and fail. It's your language, as you stutter and stumble and jumble the words. As other's try to understand, as you pour your heart out to them. With your tongue hanging lose and bleeding, no longer the heart of your speech. It is the universal organ, the language, the feeling, the meaning. It is the hope, the heart, the hug, the hatred. It is what no one knows and what everyone sees, what they touch and taste and smell and sound. And even at the heart of language, it has no name. 

Disinterest in You

Hey all, so my tattoo is looking awesome and healing nicely. I am already planning the next two that I would like to get in the next while. I'm pretty excited :) If anyone who continuely reads this blog, or is even just stopping by I'd be happy to hear about any tattoo's you have or would like to get. Personally I think the most interesting part of tattoos is often the story behind them. My emails are on the page next to the blogs. I guess that I should include a little something in this blog, I need to get back on track with writing. I've been struggling with my classes and with keeping interest in English.

       

And as the stars fill the night and the beauty of such a place surrounds us. There is nothing to do, but this. Wrapped in each other’s arms, the cold barrel of a gun pressed to our lips. The only question being, who is braver? Who can pull the trigger? And as the moon rises high, a sigh, and a shot. Bang.

Tattooty

Hey all, so yesterday I went to the tattoo parlor. Nervous and anxious as I was, it went incredibly smooth. After worrying since I made the appointment, it barely hurt and took just over 40 minutes. Which seems to be no time at all. I keep missing my morning classes and really need to figure something out for that because it's awful, and I'm falling behind. I guess since I've skimped out on writing anything really interesting, I will add something in :) Enjoi...

The pain coursed through her body, electric shocks of heat and agony pressing against her skin. The lids of her eyes fluttered in quick, spastic motions, ceasing only when the metal was removed from her palm. Why on Earth would a door handle carry such a shock she wondered? Afraid to press her hands against it's frame, she shot a well aimed, rubber clad foot at the center of the door. With ease she knocked it clear of it's hinges, leaving behind nothing but a gapping hole and a constant piercing ring. As her eyes became accustomed to the dark room, the soft outline of chairs and broken wardrobes became clearer. Off to the side of her vision the light changed, a shadow flit across the wall, barely darker than the room itself. With blood pounding in her ears, and a nervous twitch starting in her eyes, she turned. A ruby gaze pressed against her own, a taloned hand grasping her sweat drenched arm, a grimace, a flash. Darkness.

Tattoo Tantrum

Oh my! I have been so terrible with keeping this blog up! My schedule has been hectic and I've been super stressed about midterms and what not. Also, the impending tattoo has gotten my nerves into quite the twisted bunch! That may come as a surprise, but yes, I am getting a tattoo. This Wednesday to be exact and with each day I'm getting a little more worried and a little more excited. I'm nervous about the pain, but so filled with anticipation for the outcome.

   Regardless of what other people often say and think about tattoo's I have never been steared away from them. I have always loved the art that a tattoo represents and I can not wait to join all the people who have marked their own bodies. I will be sure to post pictures through out the healing process!

P.S. With my nerves I'm not so into writing right now, so I will try to write something extra special tomorrow night!

Canadian College Cake

So I slept through yet another morning class! I really need to find some kind of 'wake-up' pill that will stop me from being so tired all the freaking time...it's getting ridiculous :/ Anyways I did my Forensic Anthropolgy midterm tonight and it went alright, well at least I think it did. I'm pretty stressed though. At the moment I am sitting inside the empty University waiting for my iPhone to update because it won't do it in my dorm room. Hopefully it will be done soon, so I can go to bed. I guess I should write something, seeing as that's what this blog is about in the first place...

Snow,
Sleet,
Slush.
Canadain Winter.
Sleet,
Swamp,
Stink.
Canadian Spring.
Warm-ish,
Sunny-ish,
Nice-ish.
Candian Summer.
Rain,
Cold,
Snow.
Canadian Fall.

Forensic Foreplay

So yet again I have been crazy busy with all of the University stuff. I'm right in the middle of midterms and am super stressed about tomorrow. I have an exam on Forensic Anthropology which is now my major and I just got the text book. I'm trying to read it a few times and go over all the notes that we've done. Hopefully it will all go smoothly and I won't have any melt downs...that would be more of a pain in the ass than the actual exam is. I hope you haven't given up on me and the blog, I just don't have alot of time. But I will try and write more often and not wait weeks between posts. Anyways I guess I should give you a little writing...

     They were laid out perfectly. Every single thing in place, nothing missing, nothing moved. It was odd though, that someone would take such time, when they should have been long gone. A long thin finger traced the skull outlining it's eye sockets and the bridge of its nose, 'Late 20's, female.' A voice stated. The voice belonged to none other than Keli Shannon, no more than 25 herself she was cold and harsh. Every word snapped out between her thinly pressed lips. As she let her hand fall to her side, she retracted herself from the corpse on the ground. Giving it a final look, she turned and traipsed back up the hill, kicking sodden leaves out of her way, 'This was no accident.' she called down, before climbing into her jeep and speeding away...

Falling to Pieces

Sorry! My schedule is hectic, I'm trying to find time to study for midterms, write essays, do various English related things, and handle a third year class when I'm only a first year. Cut me some slack :) Well everything has been going pretty well, regardless of how busy I've been, it's still been fun. All of my roommate's are awesome...and living in co-ed dorms is not at all as scary as I thought it would be. Anyways, while I've been having fun I have been trying to write...so here's a little something...

There were moments when
     I thought I could
           fly.
Just step off this edge
     Spread my wings
          and soar.
But I'm finding with time
       That my hope is
          fleeting.
And the passion I had
       Is falling into
          pieces.

Missing Home

This is going to be an early blog because I am hopefully having a movie night tonight. Lately I've really been missing home and my Oma and Opa...so for a little comfort I had cheez whiz on celery sticks and I feel alot better. It's weird how such small things can remind you so strongly of some people.

Small feet, pressed into the
sink.
Small hands, holding a ripe
tomato.
Small teeth, clicking
together.
Small eyes, dancing with
light.
Small smile, spreading as she
moves.
Small heart, missing what shouldn't be
gone.

Moving Moons

Sorry again for the leave of absence. I have finally settled down in dorms and have succesfully moved everything, with the help of a few others. It's weird being here, it makes everything seem so different. Atleast when I lived with my Best Friend it felt like home, here it feels open and empty and confusing. It's scary to finally realize that you've moved out and you're growing up and becoming your very own person. Not that you weren't already...but it just seems so much more intense.

A city glows,
   Beneath a broken mountain
 chain.
      Watching as
the sun dips low and
    the moon
                 rises
    again.

Painted fists.

Grrr. Fights with people are never worth the time, but it seems they're rather hard to escape. And some days, though I am not proud of it, I like to start arguements. Anyways, on to something a little more pleasent. My bestfriend and I are working out way through all of the Harry Potter movies. We are both huge Harry Potter nerds and if you gave me a chapter title in one of their books, I could give you quite the description of what happens within the chapter. Because I am in such a nerdy, Harry Potter mode, I'm going to share with you a wonderful clip to watch on youtube that will help you understand the movies. I'm not really in the mood for writing so it's all you're going to get. Enjoi...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y57sYHIDP_Y  

I hope this works for you. If not the video is called 'Harry Potter in 99 seconds' by Paint

Struggle for School

So a bag of popcorn and three Harry Potter movies later, I am still adjusting to my first weekend moved out.  Last week was my first week of Unviersity, which by the way, is awesome. Anyways, I have been to one of each of my classes and it was amazingly cool, I knew that it would be different from high school, but I didn't realize just how different it would be. Also some personal life styles have been changed and altered, whether or not they are for the better, is still under question. And yes I know this blog maybe be scattered brained and not make much sense, but I'm kind of just figuring it out for myself. On Monday I am heading to the movies with a friend and have no idea what we should watch. It's a rather serious dilemma.


As your lips
        pressed mine. And your
 arm caught my waist.
    I pulled and turned and
twisted. An effort
      lost on you.
  My hands pressed against
your chest. Hammering
         against your
 pounding heart.
     It's a struggle
  to pull away, but not
because I can.

Comments!!!

Hey all, so I need some serious feedback! Not just on wether or not you like the blog, but which you prefer, my poetry or prose? And as the little side bar says, it would be really great if you left you're intials or even emailed me at either miapapaya@hotmail.com or mia.papaya.13@gmail.com . Thank you guys, it would be greatly appreciated...now for some creativity :)

It burns me, right through
    to my soul.
 Devouring as it goes,
      quick in its
  destruction.
And just as the hatred
          falters, a new
   sensation is born.
Something close to desire,
       lust driven and
 heated.
     And as the passion
   mounts I become
                      uncertain.
Is it hate,
                  or love.

University Prose

Very sorry for the leave of absence, I have been moving and sorting out my University courses. Which i going very well I might say. I have only had one class so far but I am already enjoying myelf. Hopefully it will only get better. I am also hopeful that I will get into residence soon! It'll be awesome! Tonight I'm going to give you one of my poems and also a poem by a favorite writer of mine. Enjoi...

With a hand this cold,
A breath this sharp,
A heart this solid,
And a Jaw so set.
How is it I love you?

(That one was mine...second is one by William Carlos Williams)

~The Red Wheelbarrow~

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

Barkerville U.

Sorry for the absence, I have been in Barkerville/Quesnel for the last few days. I hope everyone had an awesome weekend. Do anything exciting? So I finished up all my university stuff and am finishing up packing, who knew blue duct tape would make things so much better. I don't think my mom is too happy about the whole moving out thing, but I think it's going to be alot of fun. I already know one of the teachers that I will have so I am quite excited about that! Anyways I guess I should leave you with a little creative writing stuff :D

    The song blasted through the large black speakers inside the car. Bouncing her head along to the beat Anna pulled into the parking lot. The looming grey buildings were a rather ominous sign of her future. Here at her new school, things were about to change. You could say that things always change when you go to a new school, new town, new life. But it isn't always true, especially not for Anna. She has spent her whole life in the same town, same friends, same house. She alwasy knew all the kids in her school and knew the names of the kids in the younger school as well. Being in such a new and large place seemed like quite a frightening experience. And from all the horror stories that Anna had read in Seventeen magazine and Cosmo, she was sure to have a few rather intimadating experiences. With a wish and her fingers crossed she slammed her car door and took one tentative step forwards. Right into a new life.

We are all HUMAN

Hey all, I'm just going to rant in this post, enjoi :)

   So I just sent an email off to someone who truly inspires me. His name is Gregory and you can find him on youtube at Gregorygorgeous. He is proudly gay and amazingly gorgeous, as his youtube title hints at :) He is well worth the watch and well worth the subscription to his channel. I may lose readers because of the fact that I think everyone is equal. If a man loves a man, or a woman loves a woman, I think it is rightfully their choice to do so. We are so far in the future when it comes to technology but so revited in the past when if comes to sexual prefernce. Why does it matter so much, people are people who ever they love. It does not make them some alien species who will destroy our planet. They belong here just as we all do...we are all human...we are all humane. It doesn't matter whether you are gay, lesbian, bi-sexual or Transgender. WE ARE ALL HUMAN!

School in Red.

School!School!School! I'm getting rather excited for the start of the year and seeing that I've finally figured everything out with the University I will be attending as planned :) Thank goodness for that! Also some more rather exciting new's, I have changed my planned hair style for something that will suit me a little better than my original idea. Only last night did I realize I had not posted a picture with the last blog as promised...so this time I will actually remember to.

Red as a rose blossom,
Dark as the ocean floor.
Fast as the tidal current,
Slow as the under tow.
Painful as the shark bite,
Soothing as the to-and-fro.
Knife like a silver bullet,
Breath like a frozen low.

School in Red.

School!School!School! I'm getting rather excited for the start of the year and seeing that I've finally figured everything out with the University I will be attending as planned :) Thank goodness for that! Also some more rather exciting new's, I have changed my planned hair style for something that will suit me a little better than my original idea. Only last night did I realize I had not posted a picture with the last blog as promised...so this time I will actually remember to.

Red as a rose blossom,
Dark as the ocean floor.
Fast as the tidal current,
Slow as the under tow.
Painful as the shark bite,
Soothing as the to-and-fro.
Knife like a silver bullet,
Breath like a frozen low.

Crawling Caterpillars.

Hey, hey, hey! So I love to do different thing's with my hair, and have a hard time keeping it the same for very long. My last drastic move was to shave half of it off :) I am keeping it like that but hoping to dye it a very different color. Hopefully it will look awesome. But because I want you to be able to see the difference between the two I will be posting a pic with this blog. Also for this entry I would like to include a short story that I wrote for an assignment. Enjoi...

Oscar and Alphonse

Myra was a fairy-child born the first of May, just as the cherry buds began to blossom into pastel pinks and the ground began to soften. It was between these changing seasons that Myra took her first breath, over the mossy knolls that she took her first steps and in a birch tree that she first met her two best friends. Two friends who would change everything, who would change the way Myra thought, two friends who would change life as Myra knew it.

Oscar and Alphonse sat atop a branch, masked by the leafy cover of a birch tree. Watching a small lithe body dance around beneath them. the young girl twirled and leapt over the protruding tree roots, a Spanish song spilling from between her sullen red lips. Oscar turned to Alphonse;

Should we say anything?"

"No, i think we would just scare her." Alphonse replied, his voice deep and unwavering.

“Right you are Al, should we leave?" Oscar asked his voice higher and mesmerizing in its simplicity. For a moment the air seemed to stiffen, the sound of the once chirping birds now gone with the rustling of the leaves. That’s when it happened, the little girl only feet below lifted her gaze and gave Oscar and Alphonse a wide toothed grin.

"Hullo!" She cried out, her delicate sing song voice lifting past the shrubs in which she was partially obscured. The girl lifted one thin pale handed and waved it unsteadily back and forth.

"Hallo there darling." Oscar called his voice an almost perfect reflection of the child's, "what's your name?"

"Myra." She called up," and what’s yours?"

"Oscar," He replied lifting an eyebrow at her readiness, "and this here is Alphonse."

"Hullo, what pretty names you have!" Myra exclaimed her cheeks flushing. Alphonse sat in disbelief, his onyx eyes tracing the gentle curve of Myra's face. How could such a young child know so much already, she didn't look like the other ones? She couldn't be a fairy-child, there was just no way. Alphonse pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind and juggled a smile back onto his handsome features.

"And what is a child such as you doing in these woods all alone?" Alphonse questioned the small blonde beauty in front of him.

"Mama says that I can play in the woods all by myself because I'm a flower girl." Myra twittered. An angelic smile spreading from ear to ear.

"My, your mother is a nice woman." Oscar said. a smile of his own pulling at his lips.

"My papa says she is the best wife in all of London.”

"Then your papa must be a very smart man."

"He is indeed Sirs." Myra said, "May I sit with you?"

"You may, as long as you promise to be careful climbing into this tree!" Alphonse exclaimed, a frown marring his features.

“Oh I promise!" Myra shouted with glee, and before either Oscar or Alphonse could get a word in edge wise, she was up the tree and perched on the branch beside them, "can we be friends?"

"Of course dear...we haven't had a friend in ages." Oscar said, his voice filled with excitement.

Because we haven't been able to find time lately." Alphonse replied his voice strong and soothing, dancing in the wind. The three shared their stories, those of fear and of triumph, of failure and bravery. Myra's voice carried through the day, cradling the sun as it lulled back into sleep.

"Myra, darling, it's about time you headed home." Oscar said his silver breath visible in the brisk spring air.

"But Oscar, I was having ever so much fun!” Myra cried, tears clouding her dark brown eyes, "must I go?"

"Yes dear." Oscar replied, "I'm sorry, but we can see each other again tomorrow."

"You must swear!"

"Yes child, we swear, we shall see you again tomorrow and for every day after that." Oscar and Alphonse bayed Myra adieu and watched as she scrambled down the tree and tore home. The moonlight flashing off her hair with every step.

"She is truly unique." Alphonse said, turning to Oscar.

                                               ---------------------------------------------------------

The summer began to flash by, days turning quickly into nights and weeks turning quickly into months. No sooner, it seemed to Myra, than she had met Oscar and Alphonse she was having to say good bye.

"There is no need for tears love." Oscar stated, his eyes alight with merriment.

"But Oscar dear, this is the last time I shall see you." Myra replied, tears escaping from under her heavily hooded eyelids. She thrust her hand upwards and wiped at them angrily.

"My darling Myra, you have been the greatest gift anyone could ask for. You have taught Oscar and I how to laugh. You have taught us how to enjoy the little things in life and most importantly you have taught us the true meaning of friendship." Alphonse said his voice low and reassuring.

"Will I ever see you again?"

"Undoubtedly my dear, if not in this life then in the next. But Myra, always remember that true friends are those that never leave you, living or otherwise, they are always by your side. They do not turn their back when you commit wrong, they take your hand and help you find what’s right. Remember this Myra and you shall be a true friend to all those you meet."

Myra paused under the birch tree where she had first met them, "One day, I promise I will find you again."

"And that is what we will wish for." Oscar and Alphonse replied in unison. Myra turned her face to look at them; she knew it was time to send them back. The caterpillars softly wriggled in her hand spelling out, "Good-bye."

A Crazy New Courage.

Life is quite crazy at the moment. Tomorrow I have to phone my Distance Ed. School, the university I am applying to, and the hair salon. Also studying for my Motorbike test and packing so that I'm ready to move in the next little while. It's rather crazy, but I have to say I'm enjoying it. I can admit though that I am getting my hair done just because I want to. I'm bored of the color and need to get it shortened, so I figured it would be a pretty good stress reliever. Not sure about my writing creativily today or spelling anything right, but I shall try none-the-less :)

New shirt?
Check.
New shoes?
Check.
New hair style?
Check.
New pants?
Check.
New backpack?
Check.
Courage?
I sure hope so.

Barriere Ends.

I just finished watching 'Electric Babaraellas' it's a different show, but quite interesting. It follows the lives of five girls who all have very different personalities and are trying to make their name in the music business. It does sound rather generic, but it is well worth watching. We spent the large part of the day in Kamloops finishing up school supply shopping and then did a little tour of Barriere. It was interesting to see all the amazing properties on the out skirts of town. There are some truly amazing places out there, and even a few that I would like to buy.

A quick glance,
     A sultry gaze.
A wink of menace,
    A breath of disaster.
A moment of hesitation,
    A second of pain.
A liquid release,
    An end.

Only A Dream.

So at this point I might be over posting, but it's better than not posting at all. In the long run anyways. The ferry to Vancouver was a short ride and we quickly made our way to Kamloops to do a little 'back to school' shopping. With that mostly out of the way we continued our journey and are now spending a few nights in Barriere. (Finally spelled the name right :) ) And I have a gross flip flop blister to vouch for all the walking and running and whatnot that I have been doing over this vacation. It's been fun to say the least, but I am very glad to be heading home.

As the stars draw lower and the night air begins to dampen and darken. The small, pale body of a child wanders across the road. Her glowing blonde hair flowing around her in a gale of autumn wind. Two small ghostly hands rest at her sides, in either of them is a rose. So bold and red compared to her deathly complexion. If you look a little closer you might just see the thin trails of blood that seep over her fingers and catch in the wind. You will see the frozen tears outlining her sunken face. The way her emaciated body leans slightly to the left. And just as you notice how terrifying the scene is becoming, how eager you are to escape. You wake.

Vancouver silence.

Hey all. It's exciting to see that I have had alot of veiws in the past little while and I hope you are all enjoying the blog. Today we're headed back from vacation and are currently on a ferry. In about two hour we will be in Vancouver! And then another three hours until Kamloops and school shopping. Hopefully I will be able to find some cute stuff to go with my awesome new shoes :) All girly stuff aside I shall give you a little creative writing. Enjoi...


  Thin white knuckles are wrapped around the rail, twisting and prying at the cold metal bar. Dark hazel eyes scan the waves and attempt to plunge themselves through to the ocean floor below. One can only imagine what goes on down there, what life inhabits the dark and water logged corners of the world. One day these eyes will see closer, see farther, be better accustomed to the darkness and the depths. With only the water holding back these eyes, it seems an easy task to finish. An easy task at hand, hands that grip this metal. With a quick breath and harsh glance at the ocean below, two feet are raised onto the bar. Toes curl around the cold metal, and push themselves off. A plummet. Nothing. There is only silence in the depths of the ocean. Pressing silence.

Magic is might.

Teen angst. I thought it was a bit of a dodgy tale, until I turned 13. It's one serious thing, and sometimes it gets easier with age, and other times it does not. I had my moment's through out my teenaged years, and am still having them. Even though I am officially an adult, I still have the 'teen' word attached to my age. Soon I hope to be rid of this angst-y-ness. It's not the leat bit fun. I guess I should give you guys a poem :)

An end it brought,
    to an era, I promised
 not to forget.
       Magic and might,
  Dark verses light.
The struggle of a thousand
                  centuries, placed on
The shoulder's of an eleven
           year old boy.
  A Series that the world
    will never forget, a world
the society should never
         dismiss.
And to those who truly believe,
    magic will live on in them.

A little something extra

I'm sorry for my constant absences, I seem to get distracted and totally forget to write. I hope to be writing more now though because I have been given a brand new laptop. So hopefully it will keep my blogging. I still do like getting comments and feedback. Anything I can do that will keep you reading this blog and help me improve on my writing. Much love and all that :) Here's a little poem about complete surrender.

Waving my white flag,
       feet kicking sand. Make
 your way to my
    swing. And sit with me
  awhile.
         "I miss you, you know."
You nod. A quick and comforting
      gesture. And even
   though it is short, it reassures
all the same.
         


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I'm going to add another little poem because I need to catch up :) Here it goes...


The kind of girl.

I'm the kind of girl,
      who still watches cartoons.
I'm the kind of girl,
      who sleeps until noon.
I'm the kind of girl,
       who loves the dirt.
I'm the kind of girl,
       who doesn't need that designer shirt.
I'm the kind of girl,
       who loves a boy like you.
I'm the kind of girl,
       who hopes you loves me too.

Happy Dorky

Hey all. So thanks for some response, good to know that my ranting doesn't go unnoticed. :) All right, so I spent the last week at a University for a summer writing camp, and no it's not nerdy. Well actually it is, but it's also a ton of fun. Thing is though with this writing camp I can't come back next year as a student because I graduated this year, so instead I asked the Prof. if I could teach a poetry lesson. And his reply was a very happy 'Yes' so know I am also very happy, it's awesome to think that I will be able to give a little of my knowledge to other young adults who find such love in writing. Any who I guess I should add a little something on to this, so enjoi :)

Jammies on Saturday morning,
    the T.V. set to
                  cartoons.
  Burnt toast and Kraft
Dinner are the only things
       you'll find in my
    cookbook.
But you say it's all
                      right. Because these
    are the things
you love.
      And even though I'm a
 dork. I'm your
                Dork.

Losing it

Alright. There has got to be something wrong with people. What the hell makes them feel entitled to rip you apart. What gives them the right to beat you to the ground, and leave you to bleed. It would be nice if Karma would just shut up for a second and leave me in peace. Maybe then I could sort this out, maybe then everything would finally make sense.

Lost hope.
Lost faith.
Lost any sense of direction.
Lost life.
Lost love.
Lost all sense of communcation.
Losty dreams.
Lost courage.
Lost any sense of humanity.

A Ranting Raving Life

So I know ya'll are used to me writing stories and poems and what not, and a little bit of info, but today I think you'll just be getting a blog. The past little while has been odd, I went to Cuba with my Grad class and we had an awesome time. For the most part. Then we get back and all hell breaks loose. At this moment I wish I could have seen into the future, cause dealing with all this shit is ridiculous (and yes, I don't know how to spell that). There are moments in everyone's lives when they struggle with who they are and where they are going, and people around them usually understand that. However when me and a friend got into a fight, they used it against me. I said I needed to sort things out with myself before I could sort things out with them. Which I think is a legit idea, I would rather know who I am before I pull them into the mix, otherwise it seems like it could be a disaster. Apparently they don't understand this though, and now are broad casting to the world and saying that I'm things I hoped never to be called by a 'friend'.

If they understood where I was coming from maybe it would be different. But the time of day is rather short, if you know what I mean. Anyway, I think that's enough of my ranting.

In a month and a half I will be moving out to go to university. I hope to be living with my Best friend and her awesome family. It's crazy to think how fast the time has gone, and that I'm so close to being on my own and discovering a world that I used to dream about. And I'm not talking about the partying and the alchohol and all that, I'm talking about growing up. Being an adult and finding respect in those who treated me as a child. I'm making my name in the world, and I can't wait for people to know it.

Something New, Something Blue, Something Broken

These last few days have been something I never thought I would experience. Going to Cuba, seeing such poverty, and losing a friend. I never thought it would happen to me. But realizing how naive and vain that sentence is, maybe it was exactly what should have happened to me. Karma has a funny way of working, maybe it's decided to work against me.

Quick, measured footsteps across the hard packed dirt of Marmot Basin. The sun dips low, it's yellow glow stretching out of sight. A sultry glance around displays the vast and magnificient Albertain view. The thin mountain air pulls at my lungs, leaving me empty of breath. A quick recovery and I'm on my feet, walking quickly to the summit.

    I've been walking all day, the mid-july sun beating against my back. A single bead of sweat gathering on the back of my neck. I wipe it quickly away, before it can soak into my thin, sleevless shirt. I rarely sweat, preferring to stay in cool enviroments. Just thinking about my heavily air conditioned house and the ice cold leather of my couch, helps to focus me on fnishing my current task. Before long I'm slidding on to the black of the driver's seat of my Mercedes and speeding out of the parking lot.

Word play for Cuba

I am terrible at keeping up with things, as you can see if you have been reading my blog. At the moment grad as finally finished and tomorrow we leave for Cuba. The hope that something perfect will happen on the trip is almost overwhelming. Things seem to be working themselves out so far, hopefully I won't have to intervene, and they will continue to happen as planned. Not that they really are planned events, merely events that have spent years in the making.

I don't really know what to write right now, but I think a little word play might be something fun. I wrote this with a friend a while back, when we were talking about the differences between languages and the barriers it can create. Enjoi :)

Broken, we can be both broken hearted and broken boned. One seems much worse than the other, but not in a way that should be as obvious as it seems. Broken hearted never shows, there may be tears, and scars and lies. But they are never on the surface. When our bones are broken we hide nothing, it is obvious, an outright terror. I would rather be broken boned than have a heart that will never heal.

End of the Year

It's nearing the end of the year. We're in the final week of classes and the excitment is almost palpable. Something amazing that you can feel, like an electric current racing through the air. Pulling at your clothes, sending static through your body. I can't wait.

I'm not so much in the mood to write at the moment, but I think I will later tonight. If you have any comments about my writing and can't comment on the site then please e-mail me at   miapapaya@hotmail.com

                         Thanks,
                                 Mariah E. Blixrud

P.S. Be sure to include your name and any info you find important :)

In Memorium

I'm getting so caught up in the drama here, that I barely ever find time to write. Every little thing these days has been stressing me out. For example, this Thursday is the day my Oma passed away a year ago. And trust me, time doesn't always make things easier, if anything it seems to make them more difficult. Sure you can hide the fact that it hurts you, but it gets harder every year. At least for me it does. I find that with each passing day I wish that she could come back all the more. I miss her greatly. This is in memory of her;

Memories lie scattered,

As broken hearts refuse to heal.

Tears fall unguarded,

As glistening eyes begin to reveal.

Whispers go unheard,

As we search but never find.

Hope goes freely,

As the walls we build, unbind.

And I am here to say,

That your memory remains.

And though these tears have fallen,

They will never leave a stain.

And even when we’re silent,

We hope you hear our voice.

And though we are sad and lonely,

We know you would have stayed, given the choice.

And I am here to say,

That our love for you will never fade away.

                                                          Mariah E. Gaiesky-Blixrud

Those Eyes

Sorry about not writing for quite some time. Graduation is looming ever closer and there have been alot of decisions that I have yet to make. Hopefully though most of the stress is out of the way and I can focus on getting pretty :) For now I'll write...

    A soft summer breeze pulls loose tendrils out of my curled hair, wrapping them around my shoulders. The satin of my dress tickles against my bare legs, I bend to pull it out of the way and stumble in my high heels. A strong, familiar hand wraps around my waist and steadies me. I know the moment I look into those eyes I'll melt. I will become giddy and feel like I'm five years old. My face will heat with embarrasment and my heart will stutter with nervousness. And it's all worth it. The sweaty palms, the hitching breath, the unfocused gaze. Everything is worth it, just to see those eyes.

Anxiety

Graduation is getting so much closer, and I am constantly stressing out. I can't help but to panic and start to hyperventilate. This anxiety is terrible, especially when I am trying to drive.

Anxiety.
    Panic.
 Sheer unguarded fear.
              I can barely
 breath, watching
as we begin to take the
      stage.
  My shoes slap the
                   ground,
as quick and loud
       as my heart
  beat.

Kisses in the Rain

Real life blurb - I am a very nervous person. I constantly second guess myself and my actions, and it really is a pain in the ass. Lately though I have only two things that are making me very nervous. The decision that someone is making, and the plane trip to South America. That's another thing. I am a terrible flyer, I hate plans almost more than I hate seaweed (I have an irrational fear of seaweed) and I am extremely scared of having to fly on so many planes. I hope that by the time the trip rolls around, I will at least have one stresser out of the way. I hope.

             *                         *                                  *                                          *

Rain falls steadily around me, washing down in torrents, soaking through my jeans and chilling me to the bone. I wrap my arms around my torso and hug myself. He should be here soon. At that I heard the rumble of a small truck racing up the drive. I watched as headlights swung around the corner and tires lurched to a stop. One loud door slam later and I was wrapped in the arms of the person I had been dying to see. He pushes away my soaking bangs, and tilts my chin towards him. He smiles his crooked smile and kisses me. He kisses me in the rain. Perfect.

Picnic of Peace

The leaves are turning green,
       and the sun is shining
 bright.
  Lay the checkered blanket out,
      and drop the picnic basket.
Take my hand and
                pull me down, laying side by
   side.
A summer day is all we need
     to find a moment of
peace.

Hunger need

Today I think I'll write a little scene...my poetry is making me a little bored, so here is something a little different. Thank you again for all the veiws :)

It tastes like metal. Like an old piece of pipe that has been left out to rust in the late fall weather. Blood. You think I would be use to it by now, and not so afraid of what it evokes within me. An odd little stirring starts at the tips of my toes. Within seconds it's all the way to the top of my head, and I can resist it anymore. Launching forward I take what is due, never enough to kill. Only enough to satisfy the over whelming craving. It's never enough though. The constant flow of need, of lust, of hunger, startles me. I can't control it. The one thing I can't control. The one thing. My need to kill.

Singing Fall

So life has been a little odd lately, and I'm working on wrapping my head around it. The thing that troubles me most is how balanced life seems to be lately. For every good thing, there seems to be a bad thing. I'm used to days of only good things...or days of only bad. But lately everything seems to be happening in rapid succession. Well enough of my boring life and terrible spelling.

How I wish I could
      sing. The words would
flow so freely. To you
            they would be
vulnerable, and to
        me they would be
   true.
I would sing into the night,
            longer than
     the stars could shine.
 And every note would be
                       perfect,
      and every word would
convince you.
           There would be
        no question, of the love
  I've found for you.
There would be no wonder,
                because the words,
   would be true,
         and the notes would be sweet.
 And you could see my love,
                     just how easily I
        fall.

Passionate Lust

Hands, not quite cold,
   yet chilling all the same. You
run
  them
       over me. Tracing
  each line.
       Press your lips to mine,
lust from soul to
            soul.
  A burning desire to
reach every
              inch of each
     other.
I trace your lips, watching them
                     part, your
         breath quick and warm.
   Your lips to my neck,
                            chilling,
exciting. Passion I hardly
                 knew
                     existed.

Torrents of Hope

Endless torrents of cloud,
       tsunamis of rain pouring
  over my head
             and drenching my clothes.
Everything is clingy, even
    the humid air. Hanging heavily
in the canopy.
           Every night has
      become this waterfall, every
 moon has disappeared.
              And it brings me
    hope.

I fear that it's not as fair as you think it is.

I fear that I might lose
     everything.
I fear that I might lose
            you.
I fear that I might lose
       sanity.
I fear that I have already lost
                    the game.
This isn't very fair,
     you know. The way
             you leave me
 stranded
       and on my
                     own.
It's really not fair, to assume
    that I can cope.
             To think that I can
  handle being
                  on my
         own.
It's not very fair, the rules
                   of this
      game.

Upbringings and misgivings

So today I recieved my graduation present, which was something I have wanted for quite some time. Late this evening my dad pulled into the drive way riding my brand new Honda street bike. And yes I know there are people who are going to scoff at the Honda brand, but I love it. I am overjoyed to say the least. Anyways, I will actually write something now...thanks for the veiws :)

Sweating palms. Rapid heart beat.
       Erratic               breathing.
   Twitching.  Nervous
                stutter.
Should I worry what is
                        happening to me,
  and all because of you.
But do I know
                 you yet? Have I ever seen
             you in my life?
No.
            But sometimes I have
      faith. And right        about now it
 seems like all I might
                                have.

Death Rattle

So, to anyone who actually checks this, sorry about the absence. I have been going through a bit, and just needed some time. But I will try and write as much as possible. Here is a quick something to quench the thirst, hope it helps :)


Every feeling seems to lead to something that I just can't handle. And with all this talk it's getting harder to concentrate. The sounds in my head are clanking, clashing and fighting to escape. Even as I twist my hair back and pull it under the hood I keep close to my ears, I can't drive out the noise. Apparently I am just going to have to deal with it. You should know that I was okay once. I was normal. I dealt with everything that people usually do, over-protective parents, annoying siblings, the works. But things seem to be changing, and not in the way I wanted them to. In something quite entirely different. Something dark. Something I can't quite seem to put my finger on. Enough of my crazy person rambling though, and back to the moment. I wrap my fingers in the loose shirt that clings to my legs, twisting and pulling at the already frayed fabric. My cutoff shorts aren't enough to protect my bare legs from the biting cold of the train seats. I should never have gotten on here, this wasn't a good place to be. And I can't explain how, but in that moment I relaized just how bad things were about to get, way down in my bones there was a gentle ache.

The sudden lurching of the train tore me out of my seat and flung me against the window. A warm trickle of blood ran down my face and as I pressed my fingers to it I heard something more terrifying than even great pain. I heard the voice of death, quick, emotionless and razor sharp. His dark hands flitted towards me, grasping at my wrists. There is nothing I could do. This is the end.

So Close to Breaking

There is an irrational fear within
    me. Hidden behind
every lie that has ever been
               told, every
truth that has ever been denied.
       And it seems that
no matter how much I try and fix
          this, it won't change.
It feels like an end that was never
   ment to happen. A moment
that should never have been present,
          at least not now.
Not when everything is already so close
                                                            to breaking.

Should I run?

Lost, wandering and thinking
    that every
              little thing is going
 wrong. If only you
       could tell me that its
all okay, that this terrible dread
   is only just my imagination.
 The problem is
              that I just can't
    shake the feeling. I just
 can't disregaurd the
       desire to run for my
                   life.

Dirty Daisies

Kick dirt in my eyes,
    and just stand
 there laughing, watching
           as I wither and
   die. Do I remind
you of the flowers you used
     to buy, the daisies
      you would leave on
  the counter? Can you
just leave them? Sitting and
  patient as the petals
          fall.

I Said Too Much

I told you every secret,

I told you every truth.

I told you that I loved you,

I told you that I promised.

I told you that it hurt me,

I told you that I hurt myself.

I told you that you could save me,

And you told me,

No.

Love is a Fragile Game

The rush of blood,

Through your veins,

Has been sorely missed.

The feel of security,

In yourself,

Has been lost.

The love that you so desired,

Has been cast into the wind,

Flying in the torrents,

Away from everything.

And you can fight to find it,

And you can struggle to try,

To find what you have forgotten.

But it will never be the same,

Because in the end,

It's a fragile game.

I'll catch you before the floor does.

I picked you up off the floor,

As you lurched and tumbled.

I wrapped my fingers around your arms,

As you fell and stumbled.

I told you it would be alright,

As you begged me to stay.

I told you I would be here,

Until the end of the day.

You whispered your thanks,

And gave me your praise.

You told me you were thankful,

That I'd helped you through the haze.

So now it seems you've figured out,

What you've been searching for.

And just so you know,

I'll catch you before you hit the floor.

The Mask

Pause.

Breath.

Steady yourself.

You've been pushed into something,

You don't know how to handle.

You've been thrust into a mixture,

That could use some stirring.

Pause.

Wait.

Catch your breath.

You know how to control this,

You know what you want.

Be sure to show them,

You aren't as weak as they think.

Pause.

Steady.

Wait for a minute.

You can pull through this,

You know what to do.

You know their weakness,

And you see right through,

The mask.

Remembering the Pieces

I remember the way you looked at me,

The way your eyes glazed over.

I remember the way your lips felt,

Pressed so gently against mine.

I remember the moment it all changed,

And a piece of me died.

I remeber the way you took my hand,

And pulled me away.

I remember the way your voice sang,

When you told me that you cared.

I remember the day it all went wrong,

And a piece of me died.

I remember the way you turned away,

And closed your ears to me.

I remember the way your body shifted,

As you made your final choice.

I remember the second you said it,

And a piece of me died.

I remember that piece of me,

Beating and broken.

I remember that feeling inside,

That showed me who you were.

I remember the words you spoke,

And I stole a piece of me away.

Part 2

The clanging of pots and pans filled the early morning air, stirring the birds and pushing them from their branches. Lily tossed dish after dish onto the counter, her blonde hair rippling down her sunburnt back, "Hey Lue...can we put burberries in it?"

"Blueberries?" I replied with a snicker, "of course hun, anything you would like." She paused to take in my reply and then thought better of a rude remark, turning away she buried her head into a cupboard once again. I ran my warm hands under neath the tap and wiped them quickly on a cream colored dish towel. I pulled my too long dark hair into a ponytail and grabbed the flour bin out of the pantry, setting it down heavily on the counter, I dug my hands in.

    You should know that making pancakes with Lily is always a messy job, flour seems to find it's way into every crack and cranny. Baking powder in your nose, salt in your eyes...and everything on the floor. Though I can't say I would be one to give it up.

A little piece of Home: Part 1

Viciously green leaves of grass slapped against my pale ankles, leaving small streaks of dew. I stepped lightly over the ant hill resting in the middle of the slender garden path, and made my way towards the kissing gate. Pushing it open with a rusty creak I lifted the basket of fresh carrots further onto my forearm and climbed the washed out front steps. My over sized gumboots clumping on the wood, my thin hand snaked out from the pocket of my hoodie and grabbed the door handle. I pushed it open, kicked off my yellow boots and trudged towards the country style kitchen.

'Morning,' sang a lilting and childish voice,'any faires in the garden?'

'Of course Lily, I found one who looked the spitting image of you, down to the freckles' I replied with a laugh, hoisting the small blonde child onto the counter next to me. She kicked her naked feet against the cupboard below and sang an old lullaby,' so what should we make for breakfast?'

'Ooooh, how about panacaes!'

'What? You mean Pancakes...right Lily?'

'Of course.' came her thrilled reply, she hopped down softly and began rummaging in the blue-ish cupboards.