Dreamsprite's blog

Hey dearest.
Remember the time you told me
You were going to run away
Halfway across the world?

Hey dearest.
Remember the time you told me
That you would rather screech
Like a banshee on the top of your lungs
Than spare a single second to
confess?

Hey dearest.
Remember the time you told me
That you were going to hang yourself
From your living room wall
And I whined, begged on my knees, pleaded, sobbed
so that you instead, would crawl away
Into someone else's arms?

Hey dearest.
Remember the time I told you
"Hey, it's only 4,000+ miles, no more tears!"

You're like the tissue I threw into the wind,
expecting it to flutter to the ground, but
it twisted into countless shapes,
Slithering past my grasp
And when it did finally fall
I was not there to catch it.

The mirror lay across the rusted railroad tracks, its border gleamed dull silver in the increasing sunlight. Engraved into the border was a pattern of minuscule budding roses and a crescent moon lay at the top, separating both sides of the mirror.
Pulsing with the sunlight, reflections slipped throughout the leaves of the nearby trees. Leaping from one shaded area to another, the reflections abruptly vanished as a humming began.
Legs clad with stiletto heels and lime green fishnet tights appeared. The person scuttled forward and stood up quickly after. A rather short adolescent emerged, ruffling her short auburn hair to rid it of debris. Yawns escaped her mouth, her lips dry with the lack of water.
"Ahhhhh~ It's so warm!" She exclaimed to herself. The gravel crunched underneath her feet as she approached the mirror. Her face expressed a look of content and almost...recognition.

Feeling so lightheaded
There's no more difference between the
lines of the crooked sidewalk
or streaking clouds.
You're just like a leech.
Sucking
ripping
Teeth to hold on so impossibly.
Wriggling
grotesque
foreign
containment

Some people consider you a gift of life.
To lick out all that poison
You probably injected into them the first place!
Some people would sprinkle salt over your
Worthless skin.
You're just like a leech.
Sucking
ripping
Teeth to hold on so impossibly.
Wriggling
Grotesque
Foreign
containment

Don't bite back the finger dangling over
The pit where the gnashing canine teeth
grind over and over again.

Along my side,
Is my robotic child.
His name is Robert,
And identification key is: 007-46-8224

He serenades in the morning,
and charges at night
With eyes that pulse
Harmless blue.

He cost me a dear penny,
I do say,
Fuels up on petroleum
More frequently than I

Some ask, "Do you love him?"
Why, of course I do!
He does the laundry,
cooks my lunch,
remembers numbers,
and he's not a dunce!

He's quite useful...
Yes yes... my robotic little child.
So perfect and efficient,
There is no need for
one of my own.

My dear
Dear Nutella love,
It's your sweet aroma that wavers above.
Thy pigments of deep brown,
Make the sound of music jealous!
So thick, so rich
Tongues linger to catch a drip.
Why, let us run off mon cher!
To Venice, we go!
Where I can serenade to your heart's content
And watch suns rise or tumble,
Licking the chocolate covered spoon
Before my stomach is to rumble.

What's that my dear? Speak up, don't mumble!
You say that there are bigger jars of Nutella in Italy?
Well....

This forever cringing inside.
How silly,
If the lion fell in love with the lamb,
how is it that he slowly devours it?
This...fire inside.
Blowing on it to keep one tiny
Smoldering ember
Alive.
Fear of someone observing too closely
Might add,
"Hey, you alright?"

"Oh, I am chinese."

As soon as that slips, I hear shifting of bodies that have now turned around.
Some glare, some peer over at my face, some don't react.
"Where were you born?" Asks the stranger.
I bit down on my bottom lip and strained,"I was born here."
"Okay," He turns around and talks loudly to his companions in a foreign language. China was the only word in English. I run through the differences in my mind. Could it be Vietnamese?Korean?Tibetan?Cantonese?Cambodian?
I was going to ask another question when they all laughed and the girl sitting below him glares straight into my eyes, piercing, black, detest, and contempt.
I freeze and I wish I could just disappear.

Remembering...
The time I was walking alone on Church Street, and the local Tibetan teens were passing flyers with the headline
FREE TIBET.

You're leaving and I don't know what to say.
One by one, just falling away.
Like removing an infant's spine,
A single vertebra at a time.
Gone.
You say you're taking a break,
But define break.
Does break mean everlasting?
too long?
Enough that we start to lose
the thumbs, the torso, the legs...
Finally left with the brain?

Well, guess what, I'm stayin'.
So "brain", what's next?

Sitting on a throne
Made of thread
Shimmering silver
Not yet red.

Reaching farther than the dimming horizon.
I laughed as if I don't know.
I laughed as if I wasn't listening before.
Hahaha. Hahaha.Hahaha.Haha...

They follow me wherever I go.
To bathroom, to school,
To restaurants, to bed.
To blankets, to windows,
To highways, to food court.
To everywhere

Came home tonight, didn't expect much.
Some leftover rice, lettuce soup, and maybe some green beans too.
"Hey, I'm home."
It was quieter than usual.
I walked upstairs to handshake with the dark.
She was standing, hunched.
Her hand clutched to that black device, her lifesaver.
Father put away those empty shells he munched.

"What's up?" Alarmed, my voice high with deception.
Ignored and shunned, I knew what I would find in this direction.
Bloodshot eyes, tissues crumpled,
tussled hair, voices mumbled.

I ran away before, I knew what was wrong. Didn't want to ask, to demand, but they spilled faster.
"Why was mom crying?"

::STOP LYING TO YOURSELF::
::RETREAT!::
::RETREAT!::

"...he's dead."

::SNAP::
The throne, the throne, it has collapsed.
One thread ran crimson, and ripped in half.
Falling and Falling, I landed on the floor,

::I CAN'T TAKE IT, I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!::

Elle est morte. À L'intérieur, elle voit cacher.
Je suis désolée, pour je suis un lâche.

I guess I've never really introduced myself properly.

Hello YWP.

I've been a member for about 1+ years, and I wish I had more time to converse with you all.

1. Haiyo, although my username is Dreamsprite, my name is Julie.

2. Awkward turtle is my imaginary best friend.

3. YWP makes me feel safe to share things I wouldn't share to other people.

4. I've got a wild imagination.

5. One can often find me in Burlington, reading a novel on a broken bench, or somewhere isolated where I can sing without restrictions or someone shaking their finger behind my back.

6. I'm glad life is difficult, if it were easy, it would be quite dull.

7. I love the people who have courage and charisma to stand up for what they believe, even if I don't believe their views myself.

8. Writing is one my many passions. I often fluctuate between stories, or poetry.

9. Oh, I should add, singing, drawing, swimming, walking with a specific destination, acting, and talking.

10. Seriously, I do eat rice every night. I fit your "stereotypical" asian, but I'm far from typical.

11. When I was 11, I learned how to move my pinky toes individually. O.O

12. I could go on and on, but I'll spare you the wall of text. I enjoy meeting new people!

13. my favorite number.

14. Straightforward, video games and anime do make me bounce up and down.

15. This number represents how old I am (referring to my birth certificate)

Folding away
Fragments of glass
Shimmering a column of
What's it called?
Light.
Blowing bubbles to the nonexistent surface.
I know I'm heading up.
I keep blowing them as much as much I can.
Flailing my legs.
Such lead...
Such lead...
Ivory panes greet my obscured cheek.
Not cold, not warm, but cool.
Heart keeps thumping

louder.Louder.LOUDER.

I need it. I need it.

Just one more...
This time, I don't see where it's going.
Pummeling the the glass I thought once were
my ticket to faraway Neverland
Now are my barrier.
Can't breathe...Can't breathe...
Can't breathe...Can't breathe...

Lifting up my left arm, I suddenly see,
The beige that's melting away.

It was quite amazing tonight.
A moon so bright.
Half empty, half full?
I could still feel the taste of his breath
On my lips.

So sweet...

I couldn't talk through such
blubbering lips.
Decided to just lay down
into the cool grass
I tumbled through and through.
Eyelids fluttering
like a lingering butterfly

Sorry daddy
Didn't mean for you to walk out that door.
Didn't mean for mommy to yell you out the window.

Should have known when you started laying out a suitcase each morning
On your bed that's now covered in dust.
Should have know when you started giving me the saddest eyes
When I said "Bye Daddy!"
Should have known when you started sitting in the car
For hours and hours looking blankly ahead.
Should have known when you started coming home later and later
each night

Now you're just standing here, all alone.
Mommy's got a new set of pills in the bathroom
And she doesn't bother to look at me anymore.
uneasy silence
Is this the time when I should start worrying?
Is this a fading dream or a creeping reality?

We got into another fight again.
My My
I didn't mean to throw
those barrettes near your eyes.
Sorry, really!
I think?
I'm not so sure anymore.
S-o-r-r-y
hmm.
If that word were non-existent
my daily speech would be petrified!
I guess that means I should saunter back up the stairs
to say,
"Forgive me. I think my aim was off, I was going for your head."

Numbers here, numbers there.
1
24
6,489
3
But what comes after them?
1 of me
24 cents that the gas prices have risen since last year
6,489 dead people and more in Iraq this year...
3 days until another club meeting.
What happened?
On that blinking screen I can hear
"At least five U.S. soldiers on foot patrol were killed and three others wounded in a suicide bombing Monday in Baghdad, U.S. military officials in Iraq said..."
Two and five.
Two cookies? Five raindrops on my window sill?
If only I could see them.
Seeing those people,
suffering, dying, hiding
Then those numbers wouldn't matter.
My mouth would collapse to the ground
Hundreds of corpses lie in the streets
A number.
1+1=2 4x5=20 7-3=4...
etcetera
It's just a number, some people could care less.
On the other hand, imagine the numbers...in reality
Can we grasp its infinity?