Writing is my sparkle. Reading is my dreamland. Books are my coffee. Art is my Paris. Laughter is my puppy. My fictional crushes are my loves. You guys are my inspiration :)
Writing is my sparkle. Reading is my dreamland. Books are my coffee. Art is my Paris. Laughter is my puppy. My fictional crushes are my loves. You guys are my inspiration :)
There was a mother who once lived in Florida with three beautiful children.
They were all young and each of them had a breathtaking view from their bedroom window.
Rosie, the oldest, had a view of the shoreline.
Fran, the middle child, had a view of the garden in their backyard.
Marie, the youngest, had a view of the bonfire where adults would gather by every night.
The kids had a nice house and a loving mother. Their mother taught them to share, to play, and to love each other.
Each morning when they woke up, their mother would bring each of them to their window and have them take in the views.
āCount the waves you see, Rosie!ā
āWhat color flowers do you see, Fran?ā
āThe bone fire was wonderful last night, Marie! You will love it when youāre older!ā
She brought the girls together. She taught them that siblings always stick together no matter what.
They were all a year apart, but the month after Rosieās third birthday, they were all kidnapped in their sleep.
The police searched for months, but none of the children were ever found.
The mother was heartbroken and devastated, her grief overwhelmed her. She felt as if nothing could ever be beautiful again.
Not even their pictures gave her the solace she needed to sustain a healthy life.
The mother moved far away, to a cold town in Alaska. She never wanted to feel warmth again.
She passed away in her house near a frozen lake.
However, she never knew that all three of the young children were able to work together, outsmart the kidnappers, and run far away.
They just ran in the wrong directions.
Rosie ran towards the hills, far away from the coast.
Fran waddled towards the suburbs, closer to the coast than Rosie but still far.
Marie, being only a year, wasnāt able to crawl far enough and was taken again by drug dealers.
Rosie was taken to a foster home. Being able to say only little sentences at age three, she tried telling people her story and asked for her siblings back multiple times. No one believed her or understood her.
Fran was left outside a cute little shop. The workers there took care of her and fed her, but she was constantly feeling sad and lonely. She always cried but no one ever knew why.
Marie was forced to sell drugs. She learned from her kidnappers and became a dealer living out on the streets. She barely had any memory of her siblings or her life in Florida.
They all were in different places in their lives. Rosie grew up taking charge and helping with house chores in her foster homes while going to school. Fran grew up working at a flower shop and managing taxes and bills. Marie grew up in a basement, trying to find ways to escape or trying to find people to deal to.
Years later, all three of them woke up in completely different households. Marie woke up hungover, Fran woke up under a flower store roof, and Rosie woke up with the news that her foster family was being changed yet again.
But it was snowing for the first time that year.
At that exact moment, all three of them approached their bedroom windows. The feeling of emptiness and hollowness that they had all been baring for years disappeared as they each watched the white flakes falling from their windows.
That single sight was connecting them, and it gave them hope that maybe one day they will be able find that warmth they had lost all those years ago.
That warmth that comes with a mother holding you in her arms and stroking your hair while saying āI love you.ā
That warmth that comes with three siblings hugging after an angry fight. Three siblings who see each other every day and know each other.
That was the moment the three of them set out to find their purpose. To find each other.
The endš
The wind blows my hair Iām standing on the edge again.
The edge Overlooks the sea The one you and I watched The day we met
The edge Overlooks the sea You dared me to jump into A month later
I promised you I wouldnāt.
The edge Overlooks the sea Which I failed to listen to When it was warning me
The edge Overlooks the sea Which you left me for
You jumped I watched you fall Thinking you would Swim right back to me
My mother told me You were a brave fish once But a shark entered your life And ate you whole
Now I fear The shark is near once again But your words āBe strongā āYou can swimā āLike no one else.ā
Leave me standing here Wind blowing in my hair Watching the cold, blue sea Ripple repeatedly
Without you, I feel broken
But without you, I will keep my promise.
I wonāt jump. ā¤ļø
Use a ruler Draw a line Make it straight
If thereās a single dent Erase it all And start over
It Has To Be Perfect
Play the game Chase the train Until youāre only Skin and bones
You Have To Be Perfect
Be slim Be delicate Be smart But never be proud
Perfection Is All You Need
Match the girl Who twirls with ease Smiles with gleam Tiptoes with grace And bows with praise
She Is Always Perfect
You use a ruler You draw the line And make it straight
The ruler moves Your line bends Your hard work Shatters like glass
Why Canāt You Be Perfect?
Exhaustion hits Comes raining down Amidst the rain, You witness her
Leaping through puddles Like a little fairy Dreaming so big It becomes monstrous
You take a leap Then slip and fall She turns to you And whispers
āIf you arenāt as Pristine, Smart, Popular, And gorgeous as me
Then you are no one.ā
And You Believe Every Word
Be better. Be more. Be perfect.
iām scared All the What Ifs Are flying like birds Around my racing heart
Life is a battle Which Iām willing to win But one thing I canāt do Is stay strong without your love
I need you I know itās selfish But the way we walk, Flipping our hair, Through the twisty path of life Will forever leave me stunned
I want you to see that I want you to smell The purple daisies Feel The fluffy blankets See The sparkling light I see When you laugh with me
Forget about the clouds You canāt reach Forget about the slope You canāt climb Forget about the mishaps You canāt change
I know it seems like Counting cracks is the Only way to survive But survival may Make you pristine
But living And changing And letting go And capturing And believing And crying And embracing Will make you shine
So please Be awake Be present Donāt miss The good times Because they are always better With you aroundš
I have been told I live in a fantasy I have been told That my head is always Soaring high above the clouds
They say āDonāt let yourself float away to the moon, or youāll miss the flowers at your feet that bloomā
But all those flowers Have been found dead on my lawn All those petals Were whisked away by the wind
Iām left here Standing on frozen grass With bare feet Just waiting for a seed To bloom once again
Above the clouds Is where the Earth ends And a whole new galaxy begins
Stars and stars Purple, pink, blue, Red, orange, yellow, Brown, white, Crystals, burning gas, and maybe even aliens
All exist Beyond this Earth Beyond our lives
So what if What we all really need Is a chance to break free And explore the unknown?
What if a Daily trip to a local store Is changed to a Daily trip to a city store? After returning to local, Wouldnāt you realize the difference? Wouldnāt you recognize the New beauty?
Because what really brings Beauty to simplicity Is stepping away from it To experience difference
So what if a trip to the moon A break from the cycle of reality Is actually what we all need To notice the life once held Of the dead flowers on our lawns? Or the satisfying crunch Of walking on cold grass?
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A
Green leaf
So perfectly shaped
Lies on the sturdy
Brown branch next to mine
Mine, which cracks with even the
Smallest whistle of the summery autumn breeze
The green leaf, oh so kind and elegant, Touches my soul in a way nothing else can
I watch itās every move, hoping to find the greenery
It seems to cherish and hold so easily, like a butterfly
But the more water I steal, the more sunlight I force in,
The more my insides dry from lack of rest, the more love I lose
Love, for myself and for every beautiful part of this world that I
Let my desire for perfection slowly capture, and which the green leaf beside me always
Seemed to lack, but also have more of then me, and as the winds get colder,
My life continues to dim, restlessness over takes my mind, and my hope flickers, sinking deep down
But as my branch eventually breaks, and I flutter all the way down, I look up at the
Tall tree, and remember the beauty our different colors created, and wish to be back up there, living life
But when a child picks me up, twirling me in their hands, I begin to remember the value of my colorā¤ļø
Sincerely, Caraliaš«¶š¼
(I have no idea what this is, and itās also not logical at all lol, but heyy itās somethingā¦! My biggest struggle is not comparing myself to others (especially people I know), so I wanted to write about what that would kind of looks and feels like for me I guess. Hope you enjoy! I made it up to 20 words too, was not expecting thatš)
A closed door could mean A sweet girl closing her eyes As the stars begin to twinkle up high
A closed door could mean A furry little puppy who is locked up And dreams of running in a grassy field
An opened door could mean A wallet has been stolen Or that a lie has been told
An opened door could mean The ribbon has been cut Or that the rain has brought rainbows
Maybe your door will be closed Or maybe wide open Or even slightly ajar
If itās closed, I will decorate it With all your favorite colors
If itās open, I will walk in With a basket of your favorite goodies
If itās ajar, I will slip a love letter Through the crack every night
I donāt want to be afraid I want you to know your worth
On days you slam your door shut Iāll walk away
As long as you promise To fix your door if it breaks Because I canāt open a broken door And you canāt either
I donāt know where you are right now But once I find you, Iāll be there, behind your door Every night, waiting for you To come into my arms ā¤ļø
Santa Cruz is beautiful.
Itās that city where the sun blankets the sand with that perfect touch of warmth. Itās where the palm tree trunks stretch so high they meet the cloudless sky right in the middle. Itās where all the perfectly tanned girls lay side by side under gigantic umbrellas, laughing at the randomest things.
Itās where my mom took my hand, and we both ran into the royal blue waves screaming with excitement. Itās where I, with my l sounding like a w because no five year old knows how to make a perfect l sound, squealed āI wuv you mommy!ā. Itās where my mom wrapped her arms around me and told me in a hushed voice āI love you too, Melodie. no matter what happens, iāll never push you away. You are my happiness.ā as the rippling waves slowly floated us back to shore.
We were a beautiful family living in a cozy home once.
But life threw a bloody punch when my sister was born, because my mom started drinking.
Afterwards, that beauty dried up and stopped fitting. Our cozy home sprinkled with a cinnamon smell turned into a one room apartment with deep gray walls and only a singular lightbulb for the whole room.
I didnāt want to give up though. I begged my mom to get help. I invested hours toward research on ways to make easy money when my mom quit her job. I cleaned and cooked, payed as many bills as I could, and made sure my little sister, Lillie, made it to school every morning. After we lost our house, I still continued to do everything I could to keep our family going.
However, my mom kept drinking, never found a new job, married a horrible man, and continued to spend her days rotting in bed. I screamed at her, and even made her cry. Yet, it all continued. Her anger eventually took over, and soon, she locked herself in the only bedroom we owned, and left Lillie and I, on the other side, hopelessly pounding on her door.
Last night, my stepfather threatened to leave my mother penniless if she didnāt open the door. She opened the door, and said āLeave, Mark. Take the girls with you.ā her voice shook āPlease.ā And that was the last straw for me. āMom, no.ā āYes, this has to be done.ā āMom, you promised!ā I cry. āThis is where I belong, Melody. This is where I want to be, canāt you understand that?! I donāt want to quit drinking. I donāt want to do any of it. I just want a break. So you either leave, or I will _never _talk to you again.ā Her drunken red eyes were glaring at me as she bluntly added āYou are a burden to my happiness, Melodie, so just LEAVE!ā Then, Lillie scampered out the door leaving me there, my tears staining my ragged shirt. I grabbed my red coat, and stormed out.
Thatās how I ended up here, my hands shaking as the frigid wind blows, causing my braids to flap wildly every which way. Lillie is looking at me, tears in her eyes.
Mark yells āAre you going to get in the car?!ā from the driverās seat of his van, which is crammed with garbage, leaving barely any room for Lillie and me.
āMellie, we have to go.ā Lillie whimpers. The first thing that crosses my mind is that Mark gave us a choice. If we choose to go with him, then we both get stuck with a horrible man who doesnāt care for us. But if we donātā¦ Weād be free.
With that, I grab Lillieās arm, and we run.
A few days later
Weāre famous.
After we ran away and my stepfather lost us for good, he called the cops, and my mother locked herself in the house. Apparently, sheās refusing to unlock the door, so the police has no idea who we are except for my stepfatherās meek description he gave.
Everyone is talking about us though. People lean closer when they hear our names. Men shake their heads at the mention of us. Ladies put their hands over their hearts and cry out āOh, those poor little girls!ā. Moms hold their children close, and children imagine all these crazy scenarios. āTheyāre on a private jet flying to Antartica!ā says one. āThey turned invisible!ā says another. āThey grew their body hair out and turned into chimpanzees!ā is a common one. Whatās ironic is that everyone makes up these stories about us, but no one takes into account that we could be hidden on the back of a bus right now, homeless and scared to death. Because thatās exactly where we are right now. Weāre going to California, because when I was researching, I read that one of the best homeless shelters is there. Weāll make a home there for now, and then Iāll start looking for jobs. Itāll be nice in California. Maybe I could visit Santa Cruz. What I really want though is to go home. Then, walk in the kitchen and fall into my momās arms. I miss my mom. My heart feels so broken. Iāve been believing for all these years, and that has just led us here. I donāt even know what weāre going to do if the police finds us. I donāt even know what day it is anymore. All I have left is this unforgiving world and a shattered picture frame of a past that is long gone now.
Sincerely, Caraliaš«¶š¼
School is taking up all my timeš but hope you guys enjoy š«¶š¼š«¶š¼
You be my heart And Iāll be your soul Take me to the lakes And Iāll take you under
When your face Turns to stone The fire burns out And turns to ash
So focus on the birds singing along Focus on the pebbles lining the ground Focus on the sunshine clearing the rain Because we can shine If you open your eyes
And you be my heart And iāll be your soul Take me to the palm trees And Iāll chase you under the blue
When your face Turns to stone It brings back All the broken bones
So watch me as I ride those waves Watch me as I splash your hair Watch me as we smile like our dreams We will If we can believe
So come be my heart And Iāll be your soul Wrap me in a blanket And Iāll hold you close
Donāt turn to stone Donāt lose your hope Iāll hold your hand Through it all
Feel it as I touch your heart Feel it as I bring you home Feel it as we go far away The beauty is drifting But we can get it back
We canš
(Wanted to write something uplifting today. Itās for all of youš)
If I asked you that Your answer would be yes Because you clearly can __ You just choose to ignore me
Iāve spent a lot of time With amazing people this year Many people from the past Have changed for the better
But it seems like you Are slowly changing for the worse
Maybe Iām just really angry Or extremely paranoid But it seems like I clearly Have the right to be
We were so close We made so many memories We texted every day Class was a lot better with you
You were a really good friend
You cared about being there for me
You told my sister and I everything
And then The ātop tierā girls All started liking you And then you slowly Turned away
Iām happy for you You branched out But why did you Have to leave??
I donāt care that you forgot my birthday But I do care about those hurtful texts
I really love that you have other friends But I hate when you ignore me
Iām happy you had a fun summer But do you even care about mine?!
I think you do Deep down Because you definitely used to But you seem to have forgotten Basically our whole friendship
I really miss it And you
But I also hope you know That you have no idea How much youāve broken
I just want to be done with you Because all you leave me with Is daunting uncertainty
But I really hope I can stop being angry I hope that I can Want to forgive you
I hope we become close again If you listen to me Iāll happily listen to you
-Caraliaš«¶š¼
(Right Where You Left Me is my song right now because as you can see guys, I can officially relate to it Love you guysā¤ļø)