*dies a little*

Inhibited Beauty

A beautifully dark night.
Deep gray, fluffy clouds...
A picture perfect sight.
Lights end in the night sky
And start from the ground.
They block all that I could see.
They block God's here placed beauty.
Reflections of my own face come back to me.
I peer straight through,
To look at you.
A Flash.
A Strike.
An imagined click to preserve your life.
If only that dark sky were clear
From metal, rods, light bulbs and gears.
The lightning of the storm would peak, clear...

By Briana Stewart




i wrote dies a little as the title because i needed somewhere to post that where no one could see so they wouldn't bother me about it. it's because i am not unique. no, i do not really wish to die a little. nor do i wish to die a lot.

My Bedtime Story

once upon a time, there was a little girl who read an amazing book and loved it very much. just a couple years later she found out they were making it into a movie. to her dismay she found out that zac efron would star in it. she kept hope alive that maybe he would just play charlie as a young boy and they'd switch to an adult, more manly...buff and stuff. then one day the following year, she saw a commercial for said movie during some lame award show, and found out that it would feature zac efron all throughout. the girl didn't know whether to be overjoyed at her book coming to life on screen, or clinically depressed because zac efron would be in the movie the ENTIRE TIME. She was conflicted. And so, she resolved to murder the director, a man called Burr Steers. The End.


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I'll edit this later. Make it into a real story. Add all kinds of imagery and details. Maybe include a description of just HOW i would murder Burr Steers...