Poetry Time!

Circles on a red velvet track

Baking in the heat of sun

In March

For the weather is indecisive

Like a breeze;

Coming and going whenever it pleases

Without a care in the world.

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Lyrical Scene

We’ll run wild. We’ll be glowing in the dark.

And nobody will notice.

The thoughts buzzed through her head as he took her hand and they set off running. He was laughing. He had a surprise for her. She felt like there was fire springing from their entwined hands, glowing in the darkness and shooting upwards to mingle with the light from the beautiful stars above.

She let go of all her problems from the week. Who cared what anybody thought anymore? She was free, and as long as she kept running with her hand in his everything would be find. They could run into time itself. Who could stop them?

The memory  of that night still struck her like an icy dagger to the heart. The next day his parents had divorced. He’d gotten into a major fight with his dad. When she’d seen him next, he was on her doorstep, bloody, bruised, broken. He’d choked out the words to her that he would be moving the next day before he passed out on her floor.

She remembered dragging him onto he couch and sitting by the door for the rest of the night crying tears of anger. He kissed her in the morning before he left, and she never heard from him again. The next day she’d gotten a phone call from his mother saying that they’d been hit by a car on their way out of state. He hadn’t made it…

Genius Hour Update

I’ve gotten started on creating my website. I figured out how to create it for starters. That’s a major feat for me. Technology is not my best friend…

I’m having troubles figuring out how to get other people’s work posted on the site. I’ve looked into a few different options that I have, but I need to do some more research on that matter.

My plan for the next few weeks is to first format the site so that it is visually pleasing. I will continue to look into how to make it possible for people to share their creations on the website. I will start to spread the word to my friends, and try to get the word out about it.

If there’s writing, photography, drawings, paintings, or other forms of art that you’d like to share with others, there may be a place for you on the site… so stay tuned.

Genius Hour

I’ve recently noticed  that people seem to have a hard time sharing their work with others. They put all this  time and effort into it, and then they don’t want to share for fear of criticism and embarrassment. Am I speaking from personal experience? It’s possible…

I want to create a website where people can post their art to share with others. Maybe if they can’t see the crowd, they’ll be more willing to share with them. Some people’s work really deserves to be seen.

My biggest problem: I have no idea how to create a website. This is going to be a challenge for me, because technology seems to hate me, but we’ll see where it goes.

New Beginnings

I’ve heard some people say that they don’t believe in new year’s resolutions, because they set you up for failure. Many people do end up falling down that sad path. I think it’s a mental thing. If, at the beginning of the year, you make a resolution and at the same time harbor doubts about it, you will probably fail. On the other hand, if you set a goal for yourself that is impossibly out of reach, you will probably not reach it, even if you do have a good attitude about it.

The beginning of a new year is a fresh start. Set reasonable goals. Believe in yourself. I view New Years as a kind of wall, and don’t allow myself to look back past it. The new year is a time to learn from the past and apply it to the future without dwelling there.

But if you want advice from a random, insignificant, high school girl, then make some sort of goal. Have some sort of end point in mind. Otherwise, no progress will be made, and you’ll waste another year. 

A Hogwarts Christmas

I love to read about Christmas at Hogwarts. Twelve Christmas trees, decorated by magic line the Great Hall. Suits of armor sing fragmented Christmas carols. There’s snow. I love how Harry spends his Christmas. He never has many presents, but he has a lot of friends. That is what he finds important on Christmas. He spends time with his friends in his sweater from Mrs. Weasley, enjoying the good feelings of the holidays.

Hogwarts at Christmas

Nighttime Society

Sunset. I hear the alarm beep from the speakers in the house, waking us up for the night. Of course I’m already awake. I woke up early tonight, as I do every night, and crept up the ladder to the roof to see the sunset. There are some metal electrical boxes up here, and if I lay on my stomach and wriggle in between them, I can avoid being detected by the cameras.

The sunset tonight is particularly beautiful. I can see it glimmering on the water of the distant lake which separates our community from the abandoned buildings on the other side. At least I’ve been taught that they’re abandoned. They don’t seem to be very run-down to me, but I also haven’t ever seen a person over there. I linger on the roof a little while longer, trying to enjoy the last few rays on the water, but soon I hear noises from my house signifying that if I don’t get back inside, I’ll be caught by my family.

With a sigh, I slither back across the roof, and drop to the floor inside. As I swing the hatch in the ceiling closed, the fading light causes my neon yellow shirt to glow. Everybody wears neon. It’s a part of life. Adult males wear neon orange, while the females wear a hot, flaming pink. That sounds absolutely revolting to me, and I’ve decided that I never want to turn eighteen and enter the world of pink shirts. Boys under eighteen wear   blinding green, and girls get yellow. I’ve been taught that we do this because this makes it easier for us to be seen.

There’s a creak behind me, and my brother enters the hall wearing his usual green. I’ll soon have to get used to seeing him in orange, as his eighteenth birthday is two days away. The thought is almost comical to me. Unlike me, Jesse has worn his assigned color every minute of his life. Only he knows that I snuck my father’s old orange shirt from the donation box to wear as pajamas. It’s always been a sore point between us.

Jesse steps forward, and looks from me to the ceiling hatch, which I am still standing beneath. I chide myself silently for not moving sooner. My graduating brother is certainly smart enough to put two and two together. It’s too late to do anything now, though, so I merely meet his accusatory stare with my own defiant one.

“Lexi, again?” he says exasperatedly. He’d caught me a few months ago on my way down from the roof when I had lingered to watch the sunset too long. Seeing as I’ve done this every day of my life since I was about eight years old, I figure that getting caught only twice is pretty good. “You know, that’s twice I’ve caught you out of the house before the alarm rang-”

“Once,” I interject. “Technically, the alarm already rang, and you just found me standing under the hatch, not outside of it.”

He raises his eyebrows at me. “Maybe, but we both know you were out there,” he says. “I should report you to father,” he continues, giving me a meaningful look.

I feel a slight twinge of alarm, but I push it away quickly, instead forcing a smile onto my face. “There’s been a number of times that you ‘should have reported me.'” I say airily.

Jesse rolls his eyes. “Well this time I really might.”

“Real convincing, you are,” I say earnestly. “They should put you in law enforcement.”

Jesse cracks a smile, and all of the tension leaves the hall as we turn and head to breakfast. “Are you nervous?” I find myself asking.

“Nervous to find out my fate for the rest of my life? Not at all,” he says with a rather shaky laugh. On every person’s eighteenth birthday, the Councilmen assign them to a career, and give them an outline for the rest of their life. It’s all based on how the person did in school, and on the personality and skills tests they take in their final year. Having already taken all of the tests, all Jesse has left to do is wait. He will find out in two days.

“You’re a genius Jesse,” I say, rolling my eyes. “I’ll bet you aced every skills test and are giving the Councilmen a real headache trying to decide where to put you.”

“That or I failed every one and can only be fit to dispose of the city’s waste and never marry or have children.”

I open my mouth to argue, but then see the grin flash across his face. My brother is not a prideful person, but he knows, like I do, that there is a very good life in store for him.

I have two years to decide whether the same will be true for me.