A wave of sound

I put on my mom's boots and put my hand on the doorknob.
I opened the door, and my ears were overswept with a wave of sound.
The wind rustling every leaf on every tree, the crickets chirping loudest.
The ground squelched gently underneath my feet.
The gate clicked open at my touch, and as I walked to the chicken coop I heard it
shuttttterrrr-click behind me.
I shut the door to the chicken coop and heard a gentle cluck or two from the chickens.
I squelched my way back to the gate and made a 
Click...Shuttterrr clickckck...
And I shut the back door on the voice of the night.

Last night at who knows what time

Last night I went to bed and stayed up late listening to music and thinking.
Then, sometime during the night, I realized it was gently raining.
I turned off my headphones and went to sleep.
Then I woke up again sometime later. and noticed
(More like got freaked out by)
The thunder and lightning.
The last thunder boom I heard was a
Boooommmmmm rumblerumblerumble...
BOOOOOM
A boom I could feel in my bones.
I listened for a while.
But as I was drifting off to sleep, I noticed a high squeak/tweet noise that was repeating itself over and over.
Stweet... Stweeeet.... STWEET... Stweeet... Stweet...
I imagined a smal light blue bird hiding, terrified in the not-very-leafy or sheltering bushes outside my window, getting colder and colder and wetter and wetter..... Maybe a baby bird, all alone....
Then, a few minutes later, they stopped.
I waited a few minutes longer, but the stweets did not resume.
As I fell asleep, I imagined the little birdie finding shelter in a small hollow near our house underneath a safe, secure bush safe from rain underneath the high, protective leafy canopy.
I could almost see my dream-birdy smiling.

Just Because

Just because I have to do it doesn't mean I want to!
Just because the world works that way doesn't mean it always will!
Just because I got hurt doesn't mean I'll bounce back to give you another chance!
Just because I cleaned my room it doesn't mean it will always stay that way!
Just because I want to say something truthful doesn't mean I will!
Just because it's not the truth doesn't mean I won't say it for you!
Just because you said I shouldn't doesn't mean I won't!
Just because you said I don't have to doesn't mean I won't do it!
Just because someone else failed at it doesn't mean I shouldn't try!
Just because it makes you laugh doesn't mean I have to think it's funny!
Just because you told me I had to make a blog post doesn't mean that it will turn out to be something more, less or different from what you expected,
MOM!
;P :) :D

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Some silences are louder than a waterfall of criticism.
Others are as quiet as a hug.
Some are very bold silences, while others... They can be as meek as a bad lie.
Some people are silent as long as they live.
Others are so loud even their silences ring in peoples ears.
Some are mere pauses, some are even pregnant but soon give birth to the steady rush and flow of conversations.
Every now and then in my classroom at lunch, in the middle of a loud classroom discussion, everyone stops talking at the same exact moment, but just a moment squeezes past our words that blocked the way before they continue once the air turns green.
Some silences are loud, while others....
Others are just silences.

Sky and ground

According to Greek myth, Prometheus and his brother Epimetheus made the creatures on Earth out of clay. Epimetheus made wild and extraordinary animals, giving them strange and unique features.
But Prometheus made humans with care.
He gave them minds to ask, learn, and explore.
He gave them hands to do what they needed.
He gave them two legs to walk upright, above other creatures.
And he gave them straight, proud backs so they may look up at the sky.
But one day I was walking home, looking at the sidewalk before me, and I thought;
If this myth is true, then why do I slouch so and look at the ground a step in front of me, instead of what lies far ahead?
So I straightened my back and adjusted my gaze.
But if Prometheus made us to look up to the stars, why do so many people look down on the ground they stand on and unhappily think of what could be done to change it, instead of looking up to the distant stars and being humbled and feeling lucky to be where they are?

According to an idea,

Aorcicndg to rseeacrh dnoe by Cmidagrbe, it dsone't mtater waht odrer the ltetres in a wrod are, as lnog as the fsrit and lsat ltetres are in thier rghtfiul pacle.
Now ins't taht fsanictanig?

Fast Food

Would you like our menu, sir?
No, but what are your specials?
Well, we have Fatten-burgers,
And our well-known Horrid-fries.
Then there's always our Obesoda,
And of course our Mutant-Nuggets, 
Which are stewed in deceit and lies.
And last of all, 
There is our famous Unhealthy Stew.
But if you want something healthy or good,
Sorry, Sir, But there's nothing here for you.

Light and Door

If you close a door on Darkness, it's gone.
But
if
you
close
a
door
on
light,
It will shine
Around the edges
And through the cracks.

Pillow

If you were to smell a pillow,
It would smell of
Dreams,
Thoughts,
And Wishes.
(But mostly of Dreams.)

I'd be lying;

I'd be lying if I said 'It's just one wrapper. What's the difference?'
I'd be lying if I said 'It's an animal. It doesn't have feelings.'
I'd be lying if I traded my shorts and t-shirt in for a tank top, mini-skirt, lip gloss, eyeliner, sandals, a scrunchie, contacts, and a matching purse.
I'd be lying if I didn't stand up for my beliefs.
I'd be lying if I never asked questions.
I'd be lying if I did not be truthful.

To be honest

To be honest; I'd rather save a tree than draw a picture.
To be honest; I'd rather love someone than hate someone.
To be honest; I'd rather stand out and stick firmly to my beliefs than blend in with the crowd and have my identity melt away.
To be honest; I'd rather adopt the puppy that was hurt and needs love than the perfect puppy right beside it.
To be honest; I'd rather swim with the Ocean than swim against it.
To be honest; I'd rather write a really good book that stands by everything I believe in than just a pleaser.
To be honest; I'd rather be honest than lie.

I woke up at 5:41 this morning

I woke up at 5:41 this morning and noted the lovely, quiet shade of blue the sky was.
To my delight and pleasure, I soon realized it was gently raining.
Now I have always loved rain, because it is such a comfort to me when sleeping.
And as I stood looking out of a window, my black cat, fur wet from the rain outside, winds in and out and around and through and around my legs,
I think about rain.
Because really; What is rain?
Perhaps the trees give up their moisture to the clouds so that the clouds may cry for the trees, because the trees cannot cry for their lost brothers and sisters, but the clouds can for them.
Maybe rain is the tears of all those who have cried reused, raining down every now and then to remind us that there is such thing as sadness, but by watering us and our plants and whatnot, that life goes on.
Rain may be the tears of those who have left.
Rain may be something more complex than ever, but that doesn't stop it from comforting me for no real reason at all.

Why do we write?

Why do we write thoughts, ideas, secrets and such down?

If we do that, it is just as easy for others to read them as well as us.

And by writing something down, it may be seen as you yourself not trusting yourself to remember it. Or perhaps, we write things down so others may read them silently and you may spare yourself the embarrassment of saying it, or maybe forgetting some parts.

This of course leads to memorization, which some do with ease while others struggle and prefer to use other methods of sharing.

But the question remains; Why do we write things down?

Inspiration

I find Inspiration in some very interesting places to find it.
Like once, I was just tidying up my mind, when POOF!
I found this excellent name for a main character of a story! And what a perfect name it was.
And another time, I was just trying to go to sleep, when OOH!
I thought of a poem.
And then again, I was peering into this gucky spiderweb of gross thoughts, (bluck) when I saw a glimmer of gold and after I had cleared the spiderweb away, I found this beautiful idea for a story.
So you see, you don't really always have to search far for inspiration.