I was standing at the edge of a beautiful paddock, leaning over the white picket fence, and watching that tall grass ripple in the wind. It was almost completely dark now, but the summer air[…]
Category: Hope
Butterfly
A 16-year-old Blanche DuBois walks dreamily down a long, hot street in Laurel. She is stunning; her neck is as long as a swan’s, her hair the purest kind of blond, her eyes bright blue and[…]
Polished personal–I Hope You Dance
They told her that she would never do it. They looked her straight in the eyes and told her that her dreams would never be achieved. They attempted to dismantle the passion rising inside of[…]
When I was broken
When I was broken I cried fallen star tears that sputtered on their way down the terrain of my cheeks and died. I stared at the ground with glass eyes that had spider-web chasms splintering[…]
My Little Darling
*Author’s note: This blog post was inspired by the discussion that we had on childhood innocence after reading the poem in class.* We sat looking out of the window, her and I. Wonder illuminated her face[…]
Say Goodbye
We stood in the empty theatre hand in hand. Her hair told tales of sunshine and her eyes whispered stories of laughter and warmth. I watched her glowing in the soft light of the stage,[…]
This I believe: Perfectly Imperfect
imperfection I am imperfect. I have flaws on the inside and out. My hair isn’t straight, nor will it ever be. I have done things of which I am not proud. I am imperfect. Perfection is a[…]