Faded Leather Belt

Wrapping the faded leather belt around your anemic arm
Your sunken face is hidden by,
the mass of your unwashed curls
You gaze at me with apology and impatience.
One quick nod signalling my understanding,
Your journey began;

Raising the needle over your head,
your worship was evident..
And sickening.
Bringing the point to the enlarged vein,
you drew in a breath and broke the skin.
Relief washing over your haggard face.
While the smack began its journey;
Through your bloodstream to the quickening pace of you heart
To your fried membrane that's calming your paranoia.

You unlatch the rusted buckle and the leather cobra falls to the floor.
Your head lolls back and your fingers twitch.
You fall asleep, your high singing you a lullaby.
As I wonder what happened to the pretty naive girl that was once you,
I leave this room called hell,
because I simply can not watch death.

Born to Ride, Born to Fly

*Quote comes from the song “The Sky, The Stars, and Forgiveness” by Syracuse local band Fazeshift


Early August
Sunny sky, gentle breeze, cotton candy clouds.
Decadence surrounded the lively girl.
Young and sweet, barely eighteen.
Pacific windows and honey locks.
She had the world grasped in her palm.
She was born to ride, born to fly.
80 down the freeway, atop a metal stallion.
Wind whipping her honey locks in wild tangles.
Those pacific windows blazing with the ecstasy of freedom.
She was addicted.
To the whoosh,
And the vroom.
The thundering motor frightening her.
Yet each time she straddled that metal beast,
The speedometer rose exponentially.

Late September
Her addiction took over.
To fast to ride, to fast to fly.
*Oh no the sky is breaking down, oh what a mess I’m made of now.

Early October
Sunny sky, gentle breeze, cotton candy clouds.
Life surrounded the decadent girl.
Young and sweet, just eighteen.
Pacific windows and honey locks.
Sadness cradled her close to death.
The world slipped through her palms grasp.
She was born to ride, born to fly.

Explanation

So I'd like to become a writer one day, and I've been addicted to blogging since last Febuary. So I thought, why not write some short stories/poems and post them on here. Get my writing out there, you know?
I've been told by everyone that I'm really good. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I sometimes think they sugar coat the compliments a little bit. They say they dont, oh well.

I dont really have anything except the two poems I did last week for english. I already posted them in my other blog but I'll post them here for the sole purpose of this being my writing blog, an it is my writing..





Past
by irenejayne

I am from unbearably cold winters
and smoldering summers;
never in between.
I am from two-toned buildings
shared with people from all over.
I am from the reservations
and the land where green is in excess.
I am from a tired mother
and a father who seemed invisible.
I am from the church
the Hail Mary's and Our Father's, I dont believe anymore.
I am from a zoo
dogs, cats, hamsters, and birds.
I am from adventures to corner stores and car dealerships
only later did I learn I ran away.
I am from no brothers and sisters,
no friends to account for.
I am from loneliness,
not anymore.





Present/Future
by irenejayne

I am a different person
yet still the same.
I am an adult
with a child's heart.
I am a human canvas
my artwork speaks to the world.
I've got the straightedge
it spreads through me,
like smallpox in in the colonies.
I've got pride, I've got choices.
I am genuine, phenomenal, and optimistic.
I am cynical, typical, and overbearing.
I am a struggling senior
whose cap and gown dream seems light years away.
I will be a magician,
turning ugly to beautiful.
I am going to be a writer
whose works of love, mystery, and horror will be adored by all.
I will be me
for now and eternity.




If you ever feel like commenting or giving me your opinion then go right ahead. I'll take the opinions to heart and listen to them wisely.

<3irenejayne