Happy Halloween, everyone. Hope your holiday is full of fun and surprises. Be safe, and have a wonderful fright filled night.

No, I didn't have any fun. I was too busy looking for You.

Dark Clouds...

Dark Clouds slither across the sky, leaving darkness and dreary people in their wake. Lower, the rain is falling, forcing the beat of the world to shift and accept its hollow pitpitpitpitpit. Above, the Moon sits in a black sky, reigning over her starlit children like a queen with no king to question her demands. The Moon shines brightly down on the weary world of bustling people too busy to look up and notice her in all of her glorious shining. Full, and round she watches her children, protecting them from those that would do them harm. Waiting and watching, she sits in the sky surrounded by the children that have departed the world and now only reflect her brilliance. Surrounded and alone, she remains vigilant in her watch. Down, down, down...below the Goddess of the Moon, far lower than the Dark Clouds and through the rain and its demanding beat....there is a child. This child lives on a gray sidewalk, bordered by an asphalt street. Surrounded and alone in an enormous city, with people passing and stepping over him day after day. He is waiting for his Mother to claim him, he believes. Waiting for Her to come take him home and say "I've missed you, my precious child." Month after year, he sits and he waits on the gray sidewalk bordered by the onyx asphalt. His bed, covered in dried gum and dirt, a place where people relieve themselves in every way and spit, on his pillow. His blanket, the warm summer breeze or a thrown away sheet. Never to be dirtied is his candle of hope, which he holds close to his heart, never to be snuffed. With each year his flame flickers and dims, the flame itself, losing hope. Never the boy. The child only knows loneliness. Only fear, uncertainty, sickness, cruelty. This child, born of the night, son of the Moon, never knows love or compassion. Only hardship and heartbreak. Faith, drives him on. Motivates him to find his next meal. Gives him energy to scavenge something to pawn for a few dollars. Faith. His best friend, dies. Faith meets her tragic end at the hand of this child's own brother. The child's brother drown poor Faith, held her under until she ceased her needless struggling and the last wisp of air floated from her paling lips. Faith had asked for it, however. She said she was so tired, so worn from the boy's constant questioning...she needed an end. A true escape. So Misery held her under, and gave her that release.



TWMA,
Sacred Secret

Going to the fair. How cool right? I'm excited cause who doesnt love the fair? Rides, games, food! Yay! Are you going too? See you there! Twma, Sacred Secret <3

Dr.Pepper

I'm drinking Dr.Pepper. I should be doing my homework. I'll do that in a second. Anything cool happen to you today? I'm sponsoring a child in Zimbabwe. Her name is Rendani, she's eight years old. She's pretty cool. I'm writing a story. Its pretty cool. I'm writing a different story. Its pretty cool. I gotta go now. See you.

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

Beauty In The Breakdown

Hey guys! How's it goin? Been a while right. Summer is almost over and its really exciting. How was your summer? Hopefully more exciting than mine. haha I didn't do a whole lot. Nothing really amazing happened that I can think of right now. Uhmmmmz....I gotta type up a lot of short stories and poems that got neglected during the school year that I just haven't gotten around to in the summer. Procrastination is a horrible thing kids! haha anyway, I dont know what to talk about anymore. Sooo...maybe I'll post some Random Thoughts later. Peace out flowers!

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

I spent today with my mom and my cousin. It was really fun. And i hope to do it again. What did you do today? Twma!

Happy 4th everyone! I'm in Yelm, WA. Hanging out with the fam. What are you doin? Hope you have a safe and happy holiday!!

So here it is.

Welcome, my friends, to this final summer. This final wave of "I'm going to school next year." The last summer where you can turn to your school mates and say "See you next year!" This is it. We're almost done. I hope I'll see you there. At the end of the road, when everything is said and done. This upcoming year is going to bring challenges that we could not imagine. But also new experiences, saddened days, happy memories. So lets hear it for Senior Year. Let's congratulate the Seniors long gone, Good Luck in the world! Gain knowledge for us and have helpful advice to hand out when we reach that point. Hooray! For Senior Year! For the last leg of the race! The final lap! Hooray! Time for relaxation and fun. Time for parties and final final exams. Time for you to start appreciating how much you really loved your high school. Memorize your fight song. Show more spirit than anyone else. It's your school now. Officially, you are the oldest, strongest, most powerful force on campus. You Are A Senior. A formidable force. But in your head-spinning new amount of power, remember how you were as an underclassmen and pay attention to the younger kids coming in as Freshmen. Make it a goal to be nicer to them than your Seniors were. Be kind, they are just as frightened and cocky and stupid as you were. They know just as much. And will do just as many stupid and immature things as you. So be patient with them, give them advice. Even if they don't ask for it. Because they'll listen. Whether it looks like they are or not. Be Cool, Class Of 2010. We've got this in the bag. So raise your heads high! And strut your new found stuff! We've only got 180 days to flaunt and brag and hit kids up-side the head! So tell off that teacher you hate. Kick that garbage can. Write on that window. Do it. But be cool about it. And when you are finished. Look back on that year and think....

"This is my life, am I who I want to be?"


2010, Here We Go Again,
Sacred Secret

Thoughts #1

*Disclaimer: Yes. I wrote this. No, I don't know what it means so don't ask. I don't know who it pertains to, so don't guess. It's just writing. Read it.*



In all the time I've taken to bring you home to me I've only found that I'm falling more in love with you.
I've got to let you go so I can breathe.
Let me be addicted, but let me escape your orbital pull.
I'm just a moon searching for a planet.
I've gotten caught on a few but gravity pulled us a part.
I wish there was a way to defy.
Nature. Society. Nature. Society.
Bring it down on itself. Bring it down.
Let the creatures of this place dwell without the fear I know you hold.
Somewhere deep inside me is a song I can't sing. I'm waiting for you to shout it out loud.
Let me breathe and rid myself of this addiction to your blood.
Your soul.
Voice. Eyes. Kindness.
Nature. Society. Nature. Society.
Bring it down on itself. Bring it down.
Down. Down.
Bring it down.
Like a bucket of air cause I'm drowning in here.
Give me a needle to relieve this pressure.
Building in my chest.
Its hurting. Not helping.
In this hour of sin.
Can we forget where we're going, where we're from, where we've been?
Let's focus on now cause I'm in your pull.
Spinning, spinning, spinning.
If I stop my top will drop.
Ending it all but I guess that's good.
So put your finger on it ans stop me.
Bring it down on itself. Bring it down.


TWMA,
Sacred_Secret

So Often

Its been a while. I just wanted to let you know I'm alive and working on something new! Fange' knows. And if I can get Perspective's email address....he will know too. But We'll see. I've noticed recently that life is easier if you're not IN it. Its waaaaay easier to stand on the sidelines and watch other people kick their feelings and hearts around. Of course, much like a train wreck, its hard to look away. Harder still not to groan in sympathy pain when somebody gets kneed in the jewels. You know what I mean?

Summer summer summer tiimmeee....

TWMA,
Sacred Secret

One armed hugs are the best. Chopped and Screwed.

I didn't Blog like i said i would. But i got caught up in Hw that i didn't REALLY finish. Tomorrow is gonna suck. And Its my fault. FML. twma

In The End Its All Fiction

“And after everything we’ve been through…after all that I’ve done and all that you’ve said…this is it?” My hands were trembling, my throat going dry while my eyes started to sting with unshed tears. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say. I needed to though. My mind needed what he was saying to be reinforced. He could only look down at his shiny red Jordans and shrug. I hated him for it, his indecisive head bowing. But you fell in love with that... I thought, the words whispering in my mind. Reminding me that I had, though I didn’t want to admit it, fallen in love with him. Ha! A little late now! He looked at me then, lifting his chocolate brown eyes to mine. I saw what looked like unsure, almost unstable resolve in his eyes. In his mind, he was set to do this. To end this relationship in which he obviously felt was one sided. I couldn’t hold his gaze. Couldn’t look him in the eye knowing that this…this tragic moment…this blunt ending was my fault. I had brought this on myself and it was not within my power to bring it back. I’d fucked up with him.

He was done.

My hand reached up and clasped the blood red garnet handing from around my neck. Who got that for you? I could feel his mood switch to angry as I played with the fragile chain. He noticed I hadn’t worn anything he’d gotten me. Honestly, that would bother me too. Since he wore the cologne I bought him everyday, and made it a point to let me know he still wore it. Even now, as the light summer breeze brushed past me, his scent was still heavy with it. The reason I hadn’t worn the necklace…or the ring, especially the ring, was because I was afraid of losing them, or breaking them. I had bad experiences with jewelry and didn’t want to have to tell him I lost the gorgeous ring and accidently snapped the thin gold chain. But communication was never our strong point, so I guess he thought I just didn’t like them. I fisted my hand around the little gem, and tugged gently in anxiousness. I had to force myself to drop my hand away. This is exactly why you can’t have nice things. I scolded myself and glanced up at him. His eyes and turned molten, churning with an unseen anger an unreleased sorrow. I wanted then to wrap my arms around him and shelter myself in his arms, but the way he was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, looking down at me said he wouldn’t have it. I bit my lip. It was really over, and there was nothing I could do to sweep it under the rug. I looked back down and studied the grass. Some ants were dragging a wasp to their nest and I shuddered, looking away. Gross.

When he finally spoke, I flinched his words startling me. “Come on, I’ll take you home.” I snapped my head up, my eyes searching his. I wasn’t ready to leave yet. I was still trying to figure out how to make this right. Not yet! Let me stall a little longer, please! But he was already walking toward his car across the beach parking lot. The gold paint glinted in the sunlight, waiting for me like a hellish carriage. Ready to drag me down. I reached out for him, and grabbed his sleeve, making him pause. “What?” he growled, his tone harsh. “Can we…make one more round first? I’m not ready.” He took a moment to debate if he wanted to walk up and down the beach with me again.

The verdict was positive.

He turned around and watched me for a second, then took off running toward the sand. Confused, I ran after him. Our feet spitting up sand and rock behind us. He was pulling his shirt off and letting it fly behind him, followed by his shoes and socks. I took the hint, pulling off my shirt and shoes as well. As his undershirt finally hit the sand he was already diving into the water, I was right behind him. The water was cold against my skin as a dove deep beneath its surface. Memories swamped me as the water swept my hair back behind me and tightened my jeans to my legs. We had spent so many summers here, swimming, playing volleyball, having bonfires, and just walking along the water at midnight. When I finally came up for air, he was floating there in front of me. “You remember all the time we spent here?” He smiled, obviously enjoying the memories. I nodded and pushed some of my hair away from my face.

He swam closer and I knew if I was standing, my legs would have given out. He put his hand to my cheek and brushed his thumb over my lips, holding my eyes with his. I didn’t speak, didn’t move, didn’t look away from him as he slid his hand into my hair. I felt his fingers curl into it and fist at the back of my skull, a tight grip on my hair. No pain. His pulled my head back firmly, a steady weight pulling my hair back into the water. Gasping, I bared my throat to him, he held me in that position for a moment before kissing my neck softly. We stayed there for a moment, suspended in the water like photographs, his lips pressed to my neck, my hands clutching his shirt and my nails digging into his shoulders. What should have lasted an eternity only lasted seconds. He let me go, smiled that adorably sexy smile and dove under me, apparently finished. Sighing, I retreated under the water as well and let loose a painful scream that would scare someone outside of the water.

He didn’t hear.

When we resurfaced and gathered our clothes, we walked back to his car and he drove me home. It wasn’t a quiet ride, with his stereo blasting Eminem and T-Pain, with the windows down and the wind whipping past. My hair was almost dry when he pulled into my driveway, my mom’s little car waiting in the slanted drive. “See you.” He said as I got out and grabbed my backpack from the backseat. “Yeah..see you.” I mumbled, closing the door softly. As I made my way to the front door, he pulled out and returned his music to its maximum volume. I watched from the porch as he drove out of the cul-de-sac. I stood there in the summer heat, water still dripping down my legs, until I couldn’t hear the bass of his music anymore. When it was quiet again, I slipped inside and stayed there for the rest of the summer. That three months wasn’t nearly long enough..

TWMA

I'm at Fange's track meet today. Its nice out. She's doing really well too. I am getting bored though. My fave events are over untill long jump.:) twma!

Uhm...I guess I'm writing from my phone. Kinda cool. Probably always very brief.

Sick...?

So I'm sick. As an intermission to my poem and my weird Jesus story/dream. I thought since I'm feeling like death and sitting at the computer listening to music, I should blog. Everything other than me feeling like shit is good. there isn't a whole lot to tell you...if you give a shit, Tyler is dating Abby. .... Yeah thats what I said. But its all good. They're...happy. So thats all that matters. I was typing with one hand for a while and things were moving really slowly.
Its WASL week, in other news. And I don't have to get up until 930 (technically) 'cause school starts, for me, at 10. But I went today at normal time (its an option) and wandered around until I ran into a friend and we ended up in the Ceramics room with another friend. We made dumb stuff and *crosses fingers* hopefully they'll get fired. ^_^ That was fun, and tomorrow I'll probably go in at the same time to do it again. 'Cause it was really fun. How did your past weekend go? I don't want to talk about mine. What are you doing next weekend? Thats cool...Uh....The song I'm listening to right now is;
"1,2,3,4" by the Plain White T's.
Normally, I can't stand them. But its an alright song. And I had to see what the hype was about. Well I guess, I'll go now and maybe lie down or something. Ugh....

Twma,
Sacred Secret

Telephone 1

I was sitting on the couch sippin' a dry martini, and watchin some dumb horror movie on T.V, You know the ones where all the women are stupid and the men die? Yeah. Anyway, watchin T.V when the phone rings. -RING RING RING- Thanks. So, I glance over at the caller ID and it says 'Calling...Home.' Sighing, I picked it up and expected my mother to launch into some crazy rant about how my socks are always dirty or something. With my eyes trying to see my brain I spoke into the receiver my reluctant greeting; "Hello?"
"Hey, Kris. How're you doing?"
I pulled the phone away from my ear, placed a hand over the speaker, and looked down at the Caller ID again. It said 'Connected...Home.' It shifted looks between the ID and the receiver as though one of them was lying to me. I didn't know who this guy was, or how he got my number but it was freakin' me out. He sounded like he could be my older brother if I had one. I reconnected my ear to the phone, still watching the ID to reassure myself it stayed on 'Home'.
"Who is this?"
"Will you believe me if I tell you?"
I rolled my eyes. "Well it depends on who you think you are."
"To be honest, I know my name and I know who I am. I'm calling to answer your questions though so, My name is Jesus."
It couldn't help it, laughter exploded from me and I almost spilled my martini. It was a good couple minutes before I could breathe again and reply, "Your name is what? Your not serious!"
"I expected that response. You asked me my name and I told you."
"I didn't want you to lie to me."
"I would never. What reason do I have?"
"I dunno. Prank call?"
"Prank call? I don't have time for prank calls, Kris. How can I prove this to you?"
"What am I thinking right now?"
"Your very confused, nervous, afraid. You think I'm crazy. You think your paranoid. This could never happen. Do they have phones in heaven?"
"Holy shit!...er...sorry about that."
He laughs. "Its alright, I like that one."
So I'm sitting there, blinking with my mouth pulling its own goldfish act. "Wow...Okay so...what did you call for...Sir? Mister? Do I call you My Lord or something?"
He's still snickering on the other end of the phone...wherever the other end was... "Nah, Jesus works, or Son, or whatever. Call me John if you want."
"What about Smithy?" I had just finished playing 'Smithy's Quest' online a while ago.
"If you want."
"Right. Okay, Smithy, what did you call for?"
"You had a question."
"Do you call everyone that has a question?"
"Everybody gets one."
"Okay then...Wait one question or one call?"
"Well obviously you get more than one question."
"Oh."
"So?"
"Okay...Why is the sky blue?"
He sighs and there's some kind of rattling on the other end. "That's a fluke. The atmosphere is really reflective so its mimicking the color of the water."
"Really?"
"Well I'm not lying."
"Right Right. Sorry."
"Its fine. Next? C'mon give me something difficult."
"Does everyone have a soul?"
More rattling, "Yes. Your soul determines where you wind up in the afterlife. Heaven, Hell, Earth, Limbo."
"Shit, there's really a Hell?"
"Wal-Mart exists doesn't it?"
"True..."



TBC....

Begin It

Let me tell you this, in words you'll understand.
Where music fails, and pens run dry,
And the keys stick to the board.
When your paint brush busts,
Your charcoal snaps.
Your muse runs from you screaming.
Let me tell you this in wors you'll understand
Cause theres nothing in this word better than
What we've got.
You had it and lost it
I found you there
In the gutter of the City, where no one knows
Your there.
And you needed me so I lent a hand
But you pushed me away,
Said you could stand.
So I watched, and I waited
For you to make your move.
But still you sit there,
Reclined and Recluse.
What can I do?
To mend what they've broken,
Won't you give me that final token?
The gift that will lead me to my Paradise
the field of your heart.
Your soul, that is Light.
Let me find your fountain of tears
and drain it of its sorrow
Let not another teardrop fall
Unless it falls in joy.



Finish It.

YO ITS INSANE THE AMOUNT OF TIME THAT PASSES WhEN YOU AREN'T PAYING ATTENTION.

really though. I'm seventeen. Its ridiculous.

Anybody seen "The Unborn"?

wanna see it REALLY bad.

But its whatever. How are you?
COMMENT! Just say hi. or something. Pwese?

Love,
Sacred Secret