My first try at free verse: In An Abyss(I have no other name for it)

Something broken.
Something undone.
Something wrong.
Something dying.
It all is so different.
I just want to run.
Run and go.
To a different place.
And not fall
In an abyss.

Someone loud.
Someone laughing.
Someone crying.
Someone moving.
Images swim in my head.
I think I’m going mad.
So I have to go.
To a different place.
Don’t keep me here.
In an abyss.

Somewhere dark.
Somewhere calling.
Somewhere lost.
Somewhere falling.
Stumbling around, crying.
It’s all an illusion, I’m told.
But they were a lie.
So I’m leaving.
To a different place.
To an abyss.

Fantasies are lies.
Fantasies are realities.
Yet realities are fantasy.
And reality’s a lie.
If pushed in dark murky water,
You will drown.
Yes, drown.
In darkness.
In sadness.
In a void.
Without anyone
To be with.
Remember your past.
Live in the present.
Run to the future.
Don’t live
In an abyss.


Liebster Award

Yay! I was nominated with an award!

• List 11 random facts about myself
• Answer 11 questions from the person who nominated me
• Nominate 11 people for the award, along with 11 questions for them to answer
• Pass it on to people that have fewer than 200 followers.

1. My mom and dad found out I wanted to take dance classes because when I was two, I put my foot up in the bathtub, naked, and then I’d call them to tell them I was doing ballet.
2. The first novel that was at least 300 words long that I read was “Little House in the Big Woods”. My teacher, Mrs. Martha, gave it to me.
3. My initials are EZ, and that brings up so many nicknames.
4. I am the middle child of five, my mom is from the Philipines, my dad is from the countryside of Pennsylvania, I have three brothers, one toddler sister, and I think that I am the unluckiest ten year old in the world sometimes.
5. I listen to music 15 hours a day. Non-stop.
6. Last year, I could’ve signed up for the pointe class, but I didn’t because I was afraid I’d break one of my bones and gain a permanent fracture. *facepalm*
7. When I was little, I had an amazing singing voice. But then the choir I was in was stopped for some random reason, and my singing is currently horrible.
8. I love trampolines. My cousing in Pennsylvania has one, and I only go there every three months.
9. My fantasy series, The Order of the Keepers, is based off one of my dreams when I was six. And I can’t believe I still remember it.
10. I am currently listening to “Gift of a Friend” by Demi Lovato. I watched the Tinker Bell movie last night.
11. What? Eleven…I can’t think of anything! Okay, I hate, hate, hate math, but I am amazingly good at it.

1. Tell me a search term you’ve gotten on your blog recently. Just one.
Um… three.
2. Open the nearest book to the ninth page and tell me the first sentence in the second paragraph.
The diary fell to the bed, disintregrating on impact.
3. Um. What was the last book you read?
13 Treasures by Michelle Harrison. That’s the book with the sentence above.
4. What was the last movie you watched?
Hansel and Gretel, Witch Hunters
5. If you had an Inkheart-style power to bring characters out of books and you had to bring a character out of a book, what book would you choose? Who, specifically, would you hope to come out?
My own book. xD I would want Natasha to come out.
6. Who’s your favourite god? (Note: this cannot be a god you believe in, nor any sort of monotheistic One God. It has to be gods like Aphrodite or Thor.)
Zeus (the name of my dog)
7. What’s your favourite aquatic creature?
Do mermaids count? Dolphins!
8. What’s your favourite book that involves dragons?
9. Would you rather be in a steampunk world or a science fiction world?
10. Pen or pencil?
Pencil. :3
11. What’s the last dream you remember having?
It was a dream where I was on a beach, and there were a bunch of snakes. This girl I watched wanted to make sure she was immune to snake venom, so she got a snake to bit her. The dream ends when I do the same thing but I start getting dizzy and pass out.

Um, okay, questions.
1. What’s your favorite song?
2. When you go to a party, would you rather wear formal clothes or casual?
3. What was your most embarassing moment with your mom?
4. Are you the middle child, oldest child, youngest child, or none of them?
5. Do yo prefer eletrical cords, or batteries?
6. What religion do you believe in? Are you proud of believing it?
7. What do you think of ten year olds?
8. Which is better: Christmas or your birthday?
9. Left-handed or right?
10. What is your most favorite dream?
11. Did you ever have a childhood friend, but then he/she left, argued with, or suddenly hates you?

Who do I nominate? Oh goodness. I will be right back.

Shimmer (nano)
polabb (Pola)
Purrfect Writer

I need more! Okay, I am going to search around, and then I’ll add the links later. Too lazy.

Why We Never See Ourselves As Beautiful

Okay, this is what I tell everyone. Each and every one of us believes we aren’t beautiful. Why? Because we are the only ones who know our deepest flaws. So of course, each time we look in the mirror, we unconciously remember that flaw. And it makes us believe we aren’t beautiful. But we should trust others whenever they say that we’re beautiful, because chances are is that they’re right.

So, next time that you look in a mirror, or put on make-up, or are even reminded that you look “ugly”, remember this piece of advice. Because you are beautiful. On the inside and out.

Falling in a Nightmare (another one of my poems)

I know I need to find an answer soon,
Everything hurts, and I want the pain to go away,
Yet the pain is not physical, but it hurts much worse,
And I have to bear it every day.

I can’t ever be more than I am,
And I feel lost more than ever,
Why expect more of me?
But people will, forever and ever.

Losing grip on reality,
It’s slipping from my hands,
The sea of despair takes me,
I’m sinking in quicksand.

Shake me awake; don’t listen to my protests,
Remind me that it’s only just a dream,
It’s tearing me apart, or at least I think,
And I can’t trust you, or any other, as nothing is as it seems.

Always, always, I remember one thing:
What comes before a reality?
Before the reality is a dream,
As we dream in fantasies.

When we fall, you must get back up,
There will always be a time when you’ll stumble,
When broken, you have to fix yourself,
But beside a mountain, you can easily crumble.

I’ll never say yes,
But I can’t say no,
I can try my best,
But I still don’t know which way to go.

Can we just take a moment to really appreciate something?

*coughcough*This whole thing is not by me. It is by a Wrimo, flying_chipmunk *coughcough*

Life is awesome.

Seriously guys, hear me out. I’m sure you’ve heard this before, and I know some of you are thinking “no it isn’t, my life sucks right now!”, but let me explain.

Believe me, I’ve had tough stuff too, but overall, life is awesome. I’ve seen a lot of threads about things that aren’t going so smoothly lately. Or even things that going like an old Jeep headed down an unpaved mountain — doing 60. But I urge you all, don’t let that stuff get to you. Think about the awesome stuff (I’m using that word way too much. I need adjectives!). There’s some of it every day. Like eating cookies or reading an amazing book or playing with a baby or listening to an epic movie soundtrack that gets your heart pumping. Or watching a new episode of your favorite TV show or dancing around he house singing Disney songs at the top of your lungs because no one’s home or whatever floats your personal little boat. 🙂

It seems like there are a lot of amazingly encouraging people on these forums, who write some beautiful, moving things. I don’t know if I measure up, but I just wanted to give everybody a little extra boost — it seems like a lot of you are struggling, and I hurt for you!

And because I’m on a total LotR kick right now (*looks at siggy*), I’ll close this off with some lovely words from Haldir:
“The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.”


Daydreams and Prose

Daydreams. I love them, yet despise them. Why? I love them because they are such an escape. I would love to just relax and do nothing for the whole day. And that’s why I don’t like them. I am trying my best to be a hardworking daughter, but it seems like one of the most impossible things to do.

 The thing is, even the youngest of us all can do out best. But day dreams can distract us. And they aren’t exactly the best when you’re auditioning for a play, or when you’re applying for a new job. They just show that you have a short attention span, perhaps boredom in the conversation, or even worse, a disinterest in the person who is talking to you.

 But, in fact, that isn’t happening. In your head, there’s a magical creature talking to you. A piano playing. A lake shimmering. And it is so beautiful, so captivating….

 Am I making you daydream now?

 Poetry, prose, music, and so many other things can either bring back a memory or make you daydream. And sometimes, we truly do want those daydreams to come. Maybe because we’re hurt, or we’re sad, or…..

 See? Prose. I love writing it, you love reading it.

 I’m sorry to cut this short, but I will. Because I do think I kept you from doing something important.

Maybe I will continue this. Just do what you have to, and wait patiently.

One Last Time (one of my poems)

I wanted to see you one last time,
Before you left me forever,
What more could I ask?
All I want is my sister.

I wanted to tell you one last time,
That I loved you,
But I didn’t, and my sorrow is too huge,
Much too huge to be true.

I wanted to say I couldn’t survive without you,
That I just can’t live on any more,
But then I thought of what you would think of me,
You would help me like when I was sore.

I wanted to hug you one last time,
To kiss you on the cheek,
But you left without letting me,
And that left a long, hurting streak.

I wanted to just see you one last time,
Before you left me forever,
What more could I ask?
All I want is my sister.

I wanted to be assured that everything was okay, one last time,
That I was a good girl,
That you were there for me,
But I had to learn that this was a cruel world.

I wanted you to be by my side, one last time,
Just that you may give me advice,
But of course it won’t happen,
Only if fate was nice.

I wanted to read with you at night, one last time,
That we may enjoy one more book,
I would cry and ask you to read again,
You would say that tomorrow we would take another look,

I wanted to just see you one last time,
Before you left me forever,
What more could I ask?
All I want is my sister.

I wanted to fall apart, for I knew there were no last times,
To die, to be taken to pieces,
I never thought I could live without you,
Even if I had a life of silks and laces.

I wish I could hold you, sister, one last time,
You were my idol, you were my north star,
You were the one I looked up to,
You were the one who took my dreams afar,

I wish that life was nice, for one last time,
I wish that I could do everything with you,
Things that would last a lifetime,
Things that were nice and new,

I wish that tears don’t fall, for one last time,
I wish that my heart could mend,
I wish it could heal,
But I just lost my best friend.

I wanted to just see you one last time,
Before you left me forever,
What more could I ask?
All I want is my sister.