Precious things

Can't we find
beauty in the curve
of a letter
and in the morning air's
breeze?
In ink and words
and their pictures
In the slant of
someone's shoulders?
These are my diamond rings
Can we figure out life's precious things?

Paper Thin

I make sure my door is shut tight
Not locked, because I might get in trouble for that
There is Trouble drifting up on an unwelcome wind, hot air from the dining room
And now I know what they mean when they say walls are paper-thin
I don't mean to hear it, nor do I want to
In fact
I hope that one day it will stop and I won't have to anymore
But it's been this way as long as I can remember
I'd by lying if I said I wasn't scared
No, not terrified
But yes, I am scared of the hot air and the
Anger and the temper and the
Hurt
I am as used to it as I ever will be, I think because this is not something you really get used to
It's something you wish away
I love them both
But they don't love each other
Not in this moment, nor the ones before it or after
I feel like a little girl
Hiding in her room, again
And I realize that is just what I am

Do you?

Do you know me?
Do you know the colour of my eyes?
The shape of my face?
The slant of my shoulders?

Do you know me?
Do you know my favourite song?
My favourite movie?
My favourite book?

Do you know me?
Do you know what makes me laugh?
What makes me sad?
What makes me cry?

Do you know me?
Do you know my problems?
My secrets?
My fears?

Do you know what I live for?

Do you know
Me?

Wordy Snapshots

I've realized that no matter how good technology is now, and no matter how amazing cameras are, they can't really ever fully capture a moment. They can capture the semblance of one- one that doesn't quite allow you to feel the breeze playing through the your hair or the heat of the sunlight on your face.

I'll try to use words to do what a camera can't.

My favourite time of day is dusk. Not because of the blaze of red that burns across the fading blue sky, but because of the feeling it gives me.

My mum doesn't like dusk. She says it feels as if the world is coming to an end. I (surprise, surprise) beg to differ.

It feels to me as though Earth is preparing to go to bed, the worries and tiredness of the day finally trailing behind us, relinquishing its grip. The sight of people of all walks of life strolling home and the shade of blue the sky turns when the sun sets makes me feel somehow nostalgic, yet altogether calmed.

Today the wind rustles my curtains as it does the trees outside my window. Rays of sunlight dance on the leaves, leaving them an ocean of bright greens and deep emeralds; a calming symphony of fluttering, luminescent silk. The sky dims as the sun gradually sets- but even in its setting, the sun's radiance makes it painful to behold.

When I close my eyes, I can clearly feel the heat of their rays etched red against the back of my eyelids.

As a bird or two chirp outside my window, I let myself indulge in the feeling of serenity and content that washes over me. I remind myself that it is things like this that I live for- and moments like these cameras could never hope to capture.

平凡

我是个平凡得女孩吗？

所谓得平凡又是什么？

我该听谁的？

其实，平凡。。。有错吗？我觉得自己长得不丑，可也不漂亮。我的身材虽然不太宽，可是也不苗条。

而我的心呢？

这是最平凡得地方了。我一向好的念头很多，坏的也当然不少。

我不明白。。。这个世界上，有谁会愿意爱我呢？

我这样想是不是很自私啊？我觉得我应该多想想自己能怎么好好的去爱护别人，而不是一直期待我白马王子的出现。其实，我已经没有和以前那么单纯了，也不相信什么白马不白马的。我只希望能找到一个能接受我这个平凡女孩的人。

怎么办

我今天和父母一起去看了Les Miserables。那套戏虽然很悲，但也很感人，让我觉得很心动。

我总觉得日子一天一天的，缓慢得从我手中溜走- 我也一天一天的，慢慢地在忘记他。。。忘记他的一切。

一年前得今天，我好熟习他肩膀得宽度，他眼中的笑意，他和我说话时声音里的温柔。我好怕，好怕他这个人还活着，可是却会从我的生命消失。我们的这端感情是这么的可贵，我真不知道该怎么做才能让我们之间的距离不再宽大。

我有一帘幽梦

故事中的紫灵好自私。可是不知为什么，我狠不了她。
我狠的却是除连。
我觉得他好卑鄙, 好没人性啊！
甚为一个男人，他这么忍心看到他的女朋友那么伤心呢？
我不明白，也一点都不同情他！

我不能原谅分心的男人。为什么？
难道。。。爱一个人真的有如此艰难吗？
好过分，好讨人厌。
狠死了。