Cold Hands

One of my favorites. It's not too great, but I just like the feeling I got from it. And to think I wrote it in the middle of school..... that place never gives me inspiration. hm. 

Cold Hands

Holding close

with cold hands but warm eyes.

The sun sets in my horizon

the sun sets in the horizon.

Leaves fall slowly to the pavement

the pavement is cooled by the stars

stars shine coldly tonight.

Holding closer,

I squeeze to remember cold hands.

Open tediously with the soul

pedals shed and paint the ground.

Holding closer

I feel cold hands growing warmer.

A bird flies over two cold hands,

growing warmer

soaring further. 

Freedom whisping past setting suns

in my horizon

in the horizon.

Cold hands turn warm,

and I feel warm, together. 

Breaking The Silence

So I have no idea how to use this thing or friend people or what to talk about or anything.... o.O

BUT MY BUDDY JAKE SHOWED IT TO ME AND I WAS LIKE "I WANNA WRITE STUFF TOO :F"

sooooo I am.

I thought I was titling my short story, but I ended up calling my entire blog "Breaking The Silence". It's aright. This is the ACTUAL "Breaking The Silence":

I looke​d upon the scrib​ble.​ the tiny words​ of meani​ng I portr​ay too much more depth​ than neces​sary.​ I break​ into rapid​ thoug​ht,​ of ever possi​bly conte​ntmen​t he hinte​d from that scraw​l.​ But as plain​ as the sky he and I both know what he meant​ by it. Nothi​ng.​ As much somet​hing as I him, which​,​ is nothi​ng.​ Rip it. I rip it into a thous​and piece​s becau​se now it means​ somet​hing.​ A mess,​ perha​ps,​ or pain.​ Or forbi​dden love.​ This I can pry out with imagi​natio​n.​ But the previ​ous words​ were tortu​re.​ Like a long silen​ce.​ A death​ly,​ silen​ce.​ Well I broke​ that silen​ce.​ If only you did.

Always-

Soph