skysaredoorwayshome replied to your post: i’m still missing one person. and hey, if you’re…
the links broken D:
whaaa. i’ll fix that. hold on.
*waiting*
IT’S FIXED.
and hey, if you’re not too busy, do you want to read my last plea to the ocean?
am i too late?
as some of you may know, my hubby is gone to find his anchor for a bit. so i am going stag tonight.
tumblr prom 2012?
Anonymous asked: seashells and people really should learn to listen, especially given the number of clues at the end of the responses.
seashells always listen to the ocean. always.
but yes, i agree. i agree. but at the same time, i wish he wouldn’t see this and listen only because he really cares.
i doubt that will happen anytime soon. i’ll learn not to care. he’ll continue not to care. but if it’s about something that broke this tie, wouldn’t he want to know?
sigh.
Anonymous asked: Must you bring drama to tumblr? (just so there isnt even more drama, this is a different anon, though you could consider it more drama if you chose to look at it bitterly)
i’m not bringing drama to tumblr. i simply asked for an answer. i’m a curious girl who sees purposes behind words. i wanted to know the purpose behind that other anon’s words. and i don’t see how that’s causing any drama. did i say anything offensive to the other anon? no. did i say anything offensive to you? no.
so no, i am not bringing drama nor would i want to.
Anonymous asked: "I don’t need to prove its existence because it just exists." Flawless logic.
they’re just my thoughts.
but answer me, anon, because i don’t know why: why do you care about the meaning behind the last line of that poetry?
and all the more, are you the same one from before?
Anonymous asked: Did you just prove the existence of an ultimate truth? Impressive.
I don’t need to prove its existence because it just exists. It’s like asking me to prove to you that I am alive. I am alive because I am.
But Anon, why do you care about the meaning or about me at all?
Anonymous asked: I want to know what you meant by that line. I personally thought you were referring to lamps, as meaning is subjective, did you know?
and i want to know who you are but life isn’t fair, is it?
i’m being particularly bitter a little bit because i feel like i know who this is. and who it was before.
dont mock writers when we say, “meaning is subjective” because in the end there is a defined truth that makes everything. if there was no truth, then why would we be writing at all? if it was all fiction, then why would we feel at all? there’s always a hint of personal context behind words we write, even if it fiction.
if you think it’s about lamps, then think as you please. because i know that’s not what i was talking about.
if i tell you straightforwardly, would you really listen to me?
Anonymous asked: What do you mean by the last line, "and maybe you’ll be the seashells this time."?
you didn’t listen to my words too carefully. or maybe he’s you. i do think that sometimes, you know. whenever i get questions like this.
read & listen to my words and you will find the answer you seek. let me know when you get the answer. i want to know if you listened.
just one more time;
words are fleeting and you’re coruscating gaze
is, too. sometimes, you can hear the echoes of
my bitter laughter that spat at the ocean’s groan
and at the your stumbling waves because i don’t
want to say “hello” anymore. you were the first
but even that’s a lie now. and you are, too.
no matter how much you try to cover up
your deeply embedded trenches with the
cool, slick words that fathomed into a wave
that can wash anything away, i can see through
the transparent glass and you can’t run away.
they say the seashells listen to the rollings waves
and remembers them; then they tell us the echoes
because memories are not reality anymore.
i would love to say that you were never like the seashells
[but that’s because you were just the ocean];
i hear your echoes streaming down my tears.
maybe next time we meet again
for an exchange of words or two,
i’ll tell you about the ocean
and maybe you’ll be the seashells this time.
stardusts
everything un-
said, everything un-
known, ground down
and scattered and
waiting to be discovered
anon challenges:
here are the winners (they stole my heart):
1st Place:
[somethingboy]
The two words I want you to keep in mind when you read this are: lose hope. Last week, during a particularly horrible series of events, I pull out the letter I had written on my birthday last year. It was late and I had called my friends, leaving them very exact messages to remember me by on their voicemails. I said goodnight to my mom; when she closed her door, I knew what I had to do. I was terrified — I couldn’t. I called my brother and he reminded me to keep this in mind: never lose hope.
note: this story was stuck in my head for a long time: the “never” and the “lose hope.” it’s brilliant and i loved it. absolutely loved it.
2nd Place:
[wolves-xiii]
“At last!” he thought as the world began to slow. “Eternity is coming!” He looked at her and reached towards her lovingly. She hadn’t noticed; she was watching a bluebird take flight, its feathers barely ruffling. “No,” he thought, “no no no.” He tried to move faster, but the world was slowing more and more—and so was his arm—“No! I love her! She doesn’t know!” He barely brushed against her sleeve with a finger. She didn’t notice. The world stopped. The distance between them lasted forever.
note: i combined two submissions without even realizing it! it all makes sense now. so yes, there will be two second place winners. i loved the story and the metaphors that weaved in between the characters.
2nd Place:
I could taste the skeletons from her past as I kissed her. Each shattered wrist, the hollowed out eyes, every broken heart beat — it all slipped through her beautifully crooked teeth and into me. And, perhaps I would have told her, but, for some reason, I didn’t mind. Not at all. Until this day, I wonder if she ever noticed them escaping
note: i felt the emotion behind these words. i loved it.
3rd Place:
[avengedalpaca]
My story isn’t one to be found on a shelf lined with dust. Its pages hold ink that pumps its fragile tales through my heart. Each letter sings a familiar song into my earlobes. Aches, loss, dread… Shaky hands continuously flip through the torn pages. Every ounce of me lurks amidst the crevices of that overread storybook. This relapsing will likely never end. I read it every chance I have, seeking a different outcome. Yet the blurred photo of you leaves a paper cut on my heart every time.
note: i felt emotion here. i felt the words the writer said and that’s why i chose this.
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thank you for all of those who submitted and participated. thank you and i loved them all. please let me know which ones you were on this list and i’ll do something for you. i don’t know. a poem, a writing, a video, I DONT KNOW. you can suggest me something if you want to.
so, so far i got the suggestion to make a video, introducing you to my heart for tim [somethingboy] anyone else? :]
real[ized] fantasy.
you’re an aching memory that ceased to be real;
distance kills, and so does shrugging away
at the words that tried to hang onto
the edges of your clothes.
can i tell you about something more this time?
i’ll unveil my face from this transparency
and i hope you’re not just another
hopeless fantasy, a fictional character,
a tearful kiss, a wishful hope.
let’s run backwards,
let’s defy gravity, let’s erase time.
we’ll be a fantasy that became reality
[again] before time outruns us again.
each dotted lights that blinded the darkness
reminds me of how the stars fell
too many times because of you;
will you let them be worth the fall?
