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I wish I could cry for a day so that I could be fine. I wish I could let my mom walk in and see that I was crying. I wish I was able to show emotion, to express myself in any way other than humor. I wish I could be serious about serious things, I wish I was brave enough to cry to my friend on FaceTime and not be scared. I wish I could be vulnerable in more places then a bunk bed at night in the pitch black. I wish I hadn’t let myself set the standard of being that friend who always has a joke, who never cracks, because she has it all together. I wish I had a deep story, or a dramatic testimony, or something that would make people look at something other than the walls of expectations I’ve built. I wish I knew everything about relationships and how to heal them and how to cut them and how to wrap them up in bandages and hide them so no one knew they were broken. I wish I had what I lost. I wish I wasn’t on the outside anymore. I wish I wasn’t such a hypocrite. I wished I lived closer to someone I really know so they could know I don’t practice what I preach. I miss being the one who came to church late and automatically found my best friend, who’s holding a Starbucks drink she bought for me on the way here. Her mouth drops open as she squeals about the new look I tried with my hair. After church she pulls me over to her mom and we exchange whispered conversations trying to arrange a sleepover. I miss being the one who cared enough to wake up hours before needed, just to get ready, who picked her outfit out the night before and did her hair three days in advance. I wish I was strong enough to admit weakness, I wish I was mature enough to handle more then I can, I wish I was able to handle being confided in even though I know I shouldn’t be. I wish I was brave enough to show people my work, my passion, my art, my writing, my music. I wish I could celebrate my friend’s trying to get more into the things I’m into without feeling like they’re trying to steal my identity. I wish I was making more progress than I am. I wish I really did have it all together, and I wish I knew how to tell people what I mean without making them feel terrible.
I wish I was like you.
It's been a long time since I just let myself go with writing. Here you are...please enjoy my mental turmoil. Shoutout to anyone else who also has the emotional intelligence of an acorn!!
~ Veil
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Slayyyyy!
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AMAZING!1
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You know what's sad?? I only wrote ONE poem in my entire absence!!!
anyways, here you go
RAIN
SpoilerIt’s beautiful outside.
The sun
Peeks over the clouds
Turning them golden
As it starts to set.
The trees
Let little flecks of light through.
The leaves look like dappled paint.
I can see myself
In the car mirror
Singing
“A little fall of rain.”
One and a half hours later
I walk out the church doors.
My posture is tired.
But my eyes
Are full of light.
A small secret
That I hide.
A small moment
Tucked away forever.
As I look around,
Even the parking lot seems stunning.
The dull looking cars
Speak volumes about the people who drive them.
The cracked pavement
Is so detailed.
Many colors overlap the uniform grey blue.
I was appreciative before.
But now I am thankful.
My heart sings
I smile as I walk to my car
I grin in the fading light
I think
Of my secret.
The precious thing is
Though this secret concerns you
You do not know that I have it.
You may not even remember it.
You were there
But the lovely thing is
It is my secret.
The way I tilted my head
As I examined the organ pipes
The way your eyes met mine
More then once
The way I said something
Something silly
Not even worth addressing
And you,
Standing on the edge
Of my bubble of space,
Laughed.
You laugh still.
I can hear it
I can see it
It is like rain.
It is like rain on a beautiful day where the sun is shining through the clouds and making them appear golden.
It is unexpected.
It is surprising
But not unwelcome
Not to me.
The rain falls on my skin
I soak it up
I close my eyes,
Reveling in this moment
I capture it
I save it
I freeze it in time.
The rain stops soon.
I turn away
I get a drink
People come in
We are singing now
The rain is over
But I am still wet
And where you looked at me
Where you laughed—
Where the rain fell—
There is a rainbow.
A promise.
A little fall of rain
On a beautiful day
Where the sun shines through the clouds
Turning them
Gold.
4/23/24
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GUYS
I'M BACK
MAYBE I'LL STAY THIS TIME
Translation: I've been extremely busy. Extremely. I had to take some time off the shard without being able to tell anyone, and then I had so much crap going on...it's been a long semester ya'll.
I AM SO SORRY TO EVERYBODY I WAS ROLEPLAYING WITH!!! IF ANY OF MY CHARACTERS ARE NEEDED OR ANY OF THE RP'S ARE DEAD PLEASE TAG ME IN THEM SO I CAN HELP RESUSCITATE THEM
*raises wine glass*
drink with meeeeeeeee
to daysssssssss
gone byyyyyy
ANYWAYS
I look forward to hanging with ya'll again!!!
~ Veil
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Welcome back because I saw your SUs out of order.
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Thank ya sir
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Welcome back! We didn’t talk much, if at all, before you left, but still!