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I’ve known how to breathe all my life,
at least that’s what I’ve been told.
No one taught me
no one showed me how
I just opened my mouth and
breathe in,
breathe out.


If I never had to learn how to live
why does it sometimes feel
so goddamn hard to fill my lungs
and let go of everything
like I’ve been born to do?
Why did no one tell me about the earth
and how it lives too,
about how when I press my ear to the dirt
I can hear it wheezing and
crying all at once?
Someone once told me that,
someone once said that the Earth is alive
and it inhales children’s footsteps
and exhales the trees whispers
and sighs the soft sounds of love.

Someone once told me that.

Now that they’re gone it’s as if
the trembling of the ground has
ceased and my lungs suddenly
just squeeze
and everything that I’ve known
has left
and now, it’s a struggle to breathe.

As a child I didn’t know how hard my lungs worked
I didn’t know what they had to do,
I didn’t know about the blood that pumped,
all I knew was that if I held my breath
my face would turn blue.

Now you spend your time thinking about
where you went wrong,
I know you do.
When did my feet start tripping
when did my lips start to crack
when did the whites of my eyes
start to roll back

Snapping and snipping and sliding and slipping,
starting to snatch on to anything I can snag
Sighing when the scavenging shackles me to souls,
realizing it’s all just pointless.

When you realize your heart is just an organ
you’ll stop tormenting yourself with thoughts
of it breaking and cracking,
when you realize his name is just a word you’ll
start to see straight
When you realize that breathing doesn’t mean living,
you’ll start to feel sane.
Breathe
This is actually a spoken word poem so I really think the impact comes from my performance... but oh well this will do I guess.

I wrote this for my creative writing class and for some reason nearly started crying when I read in front of class. I feel like that might've added to the emotional impact so I guess I'm okay with it, and I'm actually really proud of this so I super hope you like it.

(c) me

(written the day after it was due at about 11:30. Took me about 45 minutes.)
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mud stained feet
crossed, tangled and
cherry tip fingers
brushed away.
Picnics With You
(c) me

I would love to hear your thoughts on it - what it evoked for you, in anything!
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(Contains: strong language)
I fucking hate you.

If you never said hello,
if you never looked me in the eye,
I might have turned out okay.

But your name is rough off my tongue
and your hands with mine turn ice,
clear eyes now dark and clouded,
laughter slitting my neck.

I hate your smile and flushed cheeks and
the way you brush my hands like I’m going to
break. How my silence now never
lasts when you’re here,
how your fingers are always steady on my own.

Your voice is too soft and eyes too kind,
too kind with me.
When you stand alone but always seem
crowded, and I start to think maybe
I’m not so scared anymore.

If you weren’t so goddamn gorgeous
with your hair pulled back in that
blue bow you always wear,
maybe I wouldn’t be sitting here with
nothing left.

I don’t know, I don’t know,
my heart beats faster with the thought
of your willowed voice and sometimes it  
makes me wish, maybe, I could change.

When your head leaned on my shoulder
I think you knew what you did,
and I think I knew how this would end.

God, I fucking love you.
You Knew
Mature content because it says the f word twice :shrug:

This isn't from my POV but it's a love poem, make of it as you wish. I really like it. Written for my creative writing class

(c) me
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  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: Pittsburgh - The Amity Affliction
  • Reading: Norwegian Wood - Haruki Murikami
  • Watching: American Horror Story: Freakshow
  • Playing: basketball
  • Eating: cereal
  • Drinking: smoothie
Back from another few inactive months, here we are.

School has been a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I fact, its a hundred times better than last year. My creative writing class is amazing and I've been befriending a lot of the people in the class, which is making me unbelievably happy. We're working in poetry right now, which means yes- I have poetry to post. I super want to catch up with all my dA friends and give out some critiques stuff but I can't promise anything. Though, it IS my break right now so maybe I could squeeze in a few.

My other classes are fine and I have friends in all of them, as well as a lot of homework. But I've managed fine, except for in my advanced physics class, but that's a story for another day.

I feel like my every journal is here apologizing for being inactive but I feel like its a useless apology to give. All I can say is I hope to find the motivation to come on her more often and thank you all for hanging in there with me, I appreciate it.
I know myself so well, I don’t think I know myself at all.

An introduction is difficult because there’s so many layers to a human, I wouldn’t know where to start. If I told you anything, it would probably be the most surface, typical things, I’d bore you to death. I could tell you about how I’m allergic to my own cat, how I hate sand with a burning passion, about how my worst nightmare is talking in front of people. You might argue that those things make me who I am, but I don’t know that anyone cares. I can try to dig deep but really, I’m not even sixteen, what do I know about myself?

All I know is I stopped sleeping a long time ago.

I’m not an insomniac, to clarify. It’s just that everything seemed too much, all the words, the music, the fresh pages of a book, the worn down green graphite pencils. How could you possibly go to sleep when there was so much to be made, drawn, created, written? The year I found this out, I was ruined. No one told me that once I started I couldn’t go back.

Looking back, it was always supposed to be like this. Creation is my talent, has always been my talent. Whether it be a doodle in the margin of my math journal, a character in my novel, or a scene in my mind. I probably have 50 drafts of different novels in my computer, stashed away somewhere no one can find them. Papers and papers filled with sketches, files and files of pointless stories.

What really speaks to me, gives me the inspiration to create, is music.

For five years I played flute, until I realized I sounded like a dying weasel and it would be better for everybody if I stopped. I decided to stick to listening, and there’s something about it that’s like nothing else. I never thought that lyrics could stick to me so intensely.

I listen to music while I clean dishes, on a run, brushing my teeth, in the hallways, when I write or draw or read. The only thing that has gotten me through basketball conditioning is my music and without it I feel useless. One of my brothers is terrified of my music, especially when he can hear it blaring from the next door over while he’s using the bathroom.

I think my love for music takes after my oldest brother. He’s a hip hop artist trying to make it in LA and even though I’ve never really been a huge fan of the genre, I can tell he has the same passion as me. But even he likes to make fun of my music, especially when I went through a long phase of listening to Vocaloid. Both brothers called it the ‘singing sea elves’, whatever that means.

Writing all this brings up old memories of 8th grade English, telling everyone exactly who I was, even though I really had no clue what that even meant. I guess I’ve come to terms with the fact that today I’m not the same person as tomorrow, or a week from now, definitely not a year.

One thing I do know is that my love for creation will always be here, and as cheesy as that sounds I at least know that that really shapes who I am.
A Creator
I'm in a creative writing class that only allows Juniors and Seniors, I'm a sophomore, recommended by my freshman English teacher to join the class. Everything about is has been terrifying, especially the people, but I've never loved a class so much. I sit alone and don't talk much but the people are all so wonderfully strange and the teacher is so amazing, I love it to death, so much that I actually look forward to coming to school.

When my teacher told us to write an introduction of ourselves, I wasn't sure what to do. It's insanely difficult to write about yourself, but here it is. I hope you like it :la:

As more assignments come, so will more deviations!!! :dummy:
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  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: Pittsburgh - The Amity Affliction
  • Reading: Norwegian Wood - Haruki Murikami
  • Watching: American Horror Story: Freakshow
  • Playing: basketball
  • Eating: cereal
  • Drinking: smoothie
Back from another few inactive months, here we are.

School has been a lot more fun than I thought it would be. I fact, its a hundred times better than last year. My creative writing class is amazing and I've been befriending a lot of the people in the class, which is making me unbelievably happy. We're working in poetry right now, which means yes- I have poetry to post. I super want to catch up with all my dA friends and give out some critiques stuff but I can't promise anything. Though, it IS my break right now so maybe I could squeeze in a few.

My other classes are fine and I have friends in all of them, as well as a lot of homework. But I've managed fine, except for in my advanced physics class, but that's a story for another day.

I feel like my every journal is here apologizing for being inactive but I feel like its a useless apology to give. All I can say is I hope to find the motivation to come on her more often and thank you all for hanging in there with me, I appreciate it.

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Alisyn
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Hey! I'm Alisyn, but you can call me Alisyn, Alice, or Ali. I'm just your typical teen girl with blonde curly hair and really long legs :stare: I play basketball and have been since I was 6 years old... I love writing and drawing, but writing is definitely my life. No matter what it's the thing that keeps me grounded when I want to fly away :giggle:

I'm a pretty friendly and positive person, even though can get sad sometimes. :noes: I try to smile as much as I can and be kind to those who I meet. But ya know, I'm not perfect.

I love music, like I can't live without it. If you want to know what I like go ahead and check my interests/stamps. I'd say I've became a lover of mostly just metalcore, but most rock will do it for me and some Alternative and electronic, if done right. Not a fan of rap, country, or hip hop, but it doesn't mean I don't respect them. I'm always listening to music, and if you have anything you think I should try listening to, I'd love to hear! :dummy:

Drop me a comment and I'll try to get back to you! I'd love more than anything else feedback or comments on my art... it makes my whole day happier! Constructive criticism, I might add. Thank you, hope you enjoy my page :)

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Current Works:

The Fourth Dimension (2nd draft) - 14,136 words

To Be Continued:

The Assassin's Selection (Nanowrimo 2012) - 51,068 words, about half way done.

Completed:

The Fourth Dimension (1st draft) - 80,095 words, currently in second draft.

Powerless (Nanowrimo 2011) - 44,126 words, so bad I've decided to leave it the way it is.

Novel statuses last updated January 6, 2014
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Laeneris Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2014  Student Writer
Sorry for the random late message but I hope your concert was fun!!

p.s. I'm still working on your present
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writeacrossme Featured By Owner Nov 2, 2014  Student Writer
It was the best night of my life! I want to tell you about it but I've been so bogged down with homework, and I have bball tryouts tomorrow, I don't know if I can do that for a while

OOOOH excitement! Tell me when you get yours :)

We really really really need to find a time to talk soon. I know we're both busy but maybe sometime over the weekend we can find an hour or two to squeeze in for talking? I would love that.
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Laeneris Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2014  Student Writer
And I'd love to hear about it!! :D Oh my gosh, are you prepared for the tryouts? They would be today, right? GOOD LUCK! YOU CAN DO IT!! :happybounce:

I'll definitely let you know when it arrives! I texted your dad back but I think text messages sometimes do and sometimes don't get sent (I don't know what's up with that). I'm ashamed to say but it'll probably be a little while before your present is done/arrives :ashamed: But the good news is that after this week I should be done with the worst of the worst, so I can definitely save an hour for you!

p.s. I'm nearing the end of the second book of the Maze Runner series and if Minho dies I will riot
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writeacrossme Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2014  Student Writer
I did really well! I can't wait to tell you all about it~~~

That's weird! But they'll probably reach me through WhatsApp if you want to contact us. Oh that's ok haha mine took a long time to get sent to you too ^^;
Yayyyyyyy I can't wait to tell you a ton of new exciting things and hear about everything with you :D:D

:o did you almost pass out in the first book when Chuck died? Like I know you knew it was coming but still!!!
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AmericanLass Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2014
Happy birthday! :party:

I hope you have a wonderful super fantabulous day filled with fun and happiness and not too much homework! :P :D

Best of wishes for a great year ahead as well! :D :heart:
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writeacrossme Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2014  Student Writer
Thank you!!!! Lots of homework still but everything else was perfect! I dont think I'll ever have 'little' homework haha.

I appreciate it! YOU TOO! :D:D:D:D:D:D
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AmericanLass Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2014
Aw, homework ruins everything! :P But at least perfection was in the air nonetheless :D
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baccaratta Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
*poofs out of smoke and jumps onto you*

Happy birthday Alice, I am now coming with some ninjahugs to celebrate! :D

Hope you have a fantastic day full of cake, laughter, absolute unproductiveness and a state of master race for a day! =3 

Best of wishes for your day and the year to come~ :heart:
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writeacrossme Featured By Owner Oct 23, 2014  Student Writer
NINJA HUGS?? My favorite kind! :la:

Thank you so much! I had actually wayyyy too much homework today but it was still super fun and awesome :dummy:

I really appreciate the well wishes!!! :D
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baccaratta Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Prepared for soam moar ninja hugs cause it has been exactly a month! =P

Seems it is an ongoing trend having buttloads of homework, a trend I will say I am very happy I'm not a part of yet! :D
Good to hear you had a sweet day though, hopefully it sat the example for the rest of the year!
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