Yes, I'm not a poetry kinda person
But I thought
What the hell
So I tried it out
I usually don't write poetry because every single word counts
Every singel letter, comma and placement of a single word can change everything
So you can see my dilema
But I wrote one anyways
It's a bit...meh

Tears slide down your face,
Pain that I have caused.
I ache to wipe them away,
To tell you I am sorry.
But as my fingertips touch your cheek,
I wake up.

I long to touch your face again,
To hear your voice so sweet,
For your words to break the silence,
That is suffocating me.
My eyes search this empty house,
For a sign that you have been here.

Cold, defeted and alone,
I breakdown.

Yes, it's that time of year again
Dontcha jsut hate it when people give you chocolate and you don't know what to do with it and you're just like *pulls face*?
Well...I do
Peoples keep giving me Easter eggs but I'M the Easter Bunnie
Silly
Anyways
When I wasn't busy handing out chocolaty filled goodness
I wrote a FanFic
I'ts not everybodies thing
But I thought
Some might like it
It's Bones (BB)
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4149656/...
BUT
Warning: Angst
And possible character death
But you have to read it to find out

We all know what goes here

New chap;
Chapter FIVE - Stars

I awake suddenly to feel my body violently shaking; my muscles aching from the spasms that rack my small form; it’s only defence against the penetrating cold. I crawl out of the bush that has been my shelter as I run my fingers along my neck, feeling tense flesh as I gently massage around my clavicle, slowly working my way back to my scapula where I tenderly pull out a thorn that has become lodged there. I gingerly stand up; grasping a tree trunk to calm my shuddering legs before my weary brain finally registers that it’s still night. I look up at the stars, watching them twinkle merrily; unaware of what horrors lay beneath them. The naïve little stars.
And it’s the stars, the stars that shine for you.
I hesitantly walk away from the woods and into a small clearing where they can be seen more clearly.
And it’s the stars, the stars that lie to you, yeah.
Tilting my head up, I scan the horizon for where I expect Orion to be. Spotting him, my gaze shifts to the three stars that make up his belt, those three simple stars had been my beacon of hope before, I wished it could be that simple, but it’s not. It’s never that simple in reality. Dragging my eyes away from the memories that still linger there, I again search the sky for the Big Dipper, finding it in its rightful place; I follow the top corner in a straight line until I find Polaris, the North Star. Polaris is often mistakenly thought to be the brightest star, but that title belongs to Sirius, Polaris being a dim shimmer in the velvet that blankets the earth, its dull shine comforting me, reminding me of my hope, dreary and faded, much like itself. I know that north is the quickest way out, and as following the North Star seems my only option, I set off towards it, ignoring the other stars that seem to mock me with their brilliant glow.


Story starters;
1.

She tilts her head up, searching first sign of stars. But instead of stars, there is a quilt of clouds that seems to press down on the world, blocking the last rays of light that fights a losing battle for possession of the darkening sky. She feels like she’s being crushed by the clouds, by her friends, by her family but she sits there, waiting. Her eyes flutter around her surroundings, taking in all that she can, whishing she could stay out here forever, just watching the world. She hears footsteps and glances up, hoping it’s him. But it’s not; he’s not coming. She’s usually a logical person but lately hope is that only thing keeping her sane. Her hope is slowly ebbing away. Draining her of all her energy. Slowly killing her.


2.

I think there’s a moment for two people where they can either catch fire or... they don’t. It’s as simple as that. They just drift apart, the embers crackling as they slowly turn into dust. We missed our moment. But that’s all that we really were, a moment. No past, no future, nothing beyond the present. In its own way, it was perfect. But that was all were really were. Us – a moment. Our moment. But we missed that moment that really truly mattered. The moment where we could begin to have a future. The moment where we could start to become more than just a moment. A broken memory. A faded photograph. I’m writing this story in remembrance of Our Moment, that summer of tears and giggles, smiles and laughs. That summer when I realised the true meaning of life, of love, of loss. The summer when I finally grew up.