Taken for Granite
Taken for granite
Still as a stone
Nobody knows
As I sit in despair
Worn down over time
Like a pebble at a lack shore
Smooth on the outside
Perfect and pristine
Yet cracked on the inside
Faux and fractured
Each wave could be my last
My First Riding Lesson by tioga-kitsune, literature
Literature
My First Riding Lesson
I take a deep breath and step onto the mounting block. It's my first lesson and I don't want to make a fool of myself. The off-white spotted beast snorts and shifts it weight as I lift my leg over its large body and settle into the saddle. I grab the long leather reins as I fit my feet into the cool metal stirrups, not that I can feel the cold through my thick paddock boots, the same short boots everyone is wearing.
I look down at the soft sand covering the corral and it is as if I'm in a plane looking at the ground, I feel so high up, even if I know its only a few feet down, little more then a yard, if I fall. I gulp, my throat closing up.
Here.
Here in this room.
Here in this room, I have.
Here in this room, I have a box.
Here in this room, I have a box filled.
Here in this room, I have a box filled with masks.
Here in this room, I have a box filled with masks of many.
Here in this room, I have a box filled with masks of many different faces.
There.
There in the classroom.
There in the classroom, I wear.
There in the classroom, I wear a mask.
There in the classroom, I wear a mask from.
There in the classroom, I wear a mask from my box.
There in the classroom, I wear a mask from my box of many.
There in the classroom, I wear a mask from my box of many different f
I'm that girl,
The girl that sits next to you in science
The one you see in the hallways
The girl that you work on projects with
The one that you talk to in class
I'm that girl,
That you know the name of
The one that gets straight As
And all the teachers like
The good girl
I'm that girl,
The girl that listens
The girl that laughs
The girl that sings
The girl that talks
I'm that girl,
The one that has tight lips when someone misbehaves
Or interrupts her when she's busy
The girl sitting in the front
The one with the glasses
I'm that girl,
The strict one
The weird one
The one that calls herself crazy jokingly
The one that
Contradictions and Masks by tioga-kitsune, literature
Literature
Contradictions and Masks
You know me
Or you think you know me
I'm the one that sits next to you
On the bus
In class
During rehearsal
I'm the girl that is always
Alone
In a sea of friends and acquaintances
The one that has a million friends
And no one to talk to
I see you
You see me
Or not
You see my mask
A hard shell
Of kindness
Of politeness
Of seriousness
You look at me with unseeing eyes
Ones that cannot see beyond the surface
I'm right behind you
Watching
Listening
And yet you don't notice
But what do you expect? by tioga-kitsune, literature
Literature
But what do you expect?
I walk down the halls
arm in arm with my friend
Try to ignore the stares.
Failing my quest
But what do you expect?
For she is dark,
and I am light.
But, she is hope,
and I am spite.
But do you expect?
All the kids at school glare
For she is the only one there
Who goes against the status quo
Whose skin is different
But what do you expect?
What's the difference? by tioga-kitsune, literature
Literature
What's the difference?
Pale, dark,
brown, blond
blue, green
What's the difference?
One, two
Three, four
generations
What's the difference?
Change my
skin color
hair color
eye color
I'm still the same inside.
So see me for who I am
who I am inside.
Taken for Granite
Taken for granite
Still as a stone
Nobody knows
As I sit in despair
Worn down over time
Like a pebble at a lack shore
Smooth on the outside
Perfect and pristine
Yet cracked on the inside
Faux and fractured
Each wave could be my last
My First Riding Lesson by tioga-kitsune, literature
Literature
My First Riding Lesson
I take a deep breath and step onto the mounting block. It's my first lesson and I don't want to make a fool of myself. The off-white spotted beast snorts and shifts it weight as I lift my leg over its large body and settle into the saddle. I grab the long leather reins as I fit my feet into the cool metal stirrups, not that I can feel the cold through my thick paddock boots, the same short boots everyone is wearing.
I look down at the soft sand covering the corral and it is as if I'm in a plane looking at the ground, I feel so high up, even if I know its only a few feet down, little more then a yard, if I fall. I gulp, my throat closing up.
Here.
Here in this room.
Here in this room, I have.
Here in this room, I have a box.
Here in this room, I have a box filled.
Here in this room, I have a box filled with masks.
Here in this room, I have a box filled with masks of many.
Here in this room, I have a box filled with masks of many different faces.
There.
There in the classroom.
There in the classroom, I wear.
There in the classroom, I wear a mask.
There in the classroom, I wear a mask from.
There in the classroom, I wear a mask from my box.
There in the classroom, I wear a mask from my box of many.
There in the classroom, I wear a mask from my box of many different f
I'm that girl,
The girl that sits next to you in science
The one you see in the hallways
The girl that you work on projects with
The one that you talk to in class
I'm that girl,
That you know the name of
The one that gets straight As
And all the teachers like
The good girl
I'm that girl,
The girl that listens
The girl that laughs
The girl that sings
The girl that talks
I'm that girl,
The one that has tight lips when someone misbehaves
Or interrupts her when she's busy
The girl sitting in the front
The one with the glasses
I'm that girl,
The strict one
The weird one
The one that calls herself crazy jokingly
The one that
Contradictions and Masks by tioga-kitsune, literature
Literature
Contradictions and Masks
You know me
Or you think you know me
I'm the one that sits next to you
On the bus
In class
During rehearsal
I'm the girl that is always
Alone
In a sea of friends and acquaintances
The one that has a million friends
And no one to talk to
I see you
You see me
Or not
You see my mask
A hard shell
Of kindness
Of politeness
Of seriousness
You look at me with unseeing eyes
Ones that cannot see beyond the surface
I'm right behind you
Watching
Listening
And yet you don't notice
But what do you expect? by tioga-kitsune, literature
Literature
But what do you expect?
I walk down the halls
arm in arm with my friend
Try to ignore the stares.
Failing my quest
But what do you expect?
For she is dark,
and I am light.
But, she is hope,
and I am spite.
But do you expect?
All the kids at school glare
For she is the only one there
Who goes against the status quo
Whose skin is different
But what do you expect?
What's the difference? by tioga-kitsune, literature
Literature
What's the difference?
Pale, dark,
brown, blond
blue, green
What's the difference?
One, two
Three, four
generations
What's the difference?
Change my
skin color
hair color
eye color
I'm still the same inside.
So see me for who I am
who I am inside.
My love,
When I find you and you find me
We shall go to a world
A world where I could set you free
We could be like flowers
with the sunlight embracing us
telling us to open up
and our petals open up to each other
We can see our colourful petals
I would a white lilly in the sun
longing for your colourful embrace
You can embrace me with your petals
I'll embrace you with mine
And our lips,
we could sing a song, a song that blows
with the soft breeze, filling the air with love
When I find you my love, I will surround you with flowers,
yet you would be the prettiest. We could dance amounst the flowers
and show them our beauty
So I went to Outfest on Sunday with some friends and it was great! Sunday was the first time ever going to a LGBTQ parade or festival or anything. We took the train down to the city and walked to the Gayborhood.
There were some protesters but it wasn't too bad. The way they were speaking was kinda embarrassing to both them and their religion. I don't care what religon you follow. It's when you try and push your beliefs on other people that I get offended. Everyone has there own opinion and your's isn't the only correct one. Everyone can make there own decisions on what they believe is right and what they believe isn't.
Anyway, back to the p
Okay. Sorry, it's just that the gold award people are being so not cooperative. Hopefully I hear from them soon. *sigh* so annoying. Hugs to you. I like hugs! That's better, now I'm happy.