ranting and raining

this is getting to be too much. Im not going to use proper punctuation and stuff because im writing from my phone and cant be bothered to tap the screen each time...but now. This is truly getting frustrating. Im getting so tired of people..its like they think that just because for a few days im not with them, that this means i have had plenty of time for myself. Or that because im their friend my days off must needs revolve around them; like i dont have family i need to spend time with, too. There are a few other things eating away at me too, but this blog isnt 100 percent private anymore so i wont mention that. Im so fed up, though. Its been a while since ive been this upset. Im ready to do something drastic...i mean, im taking a summer class, and this is my third time taking the course. So who in the heck do you think you are so special that i should jeopardize my future for a few hours with you? To those who are considerate of what im trying to do, thanks so much. To all the rest, bug off! Seriously, i wouldnt mind breaking off a whole lot of relationships..i dont need them. Im really annoyed. And im gonna be a whole lot more annoyed when i read back over this and see all my grammatical errors, but im livid right now and i need to vent. Sigh. Im going to pay attention in class now. Bye.

Bucket List ^_^

And it looks like I'm finally back to regular blogging...but don't worry, the poems will keep coming =).

I can't explain why just yet, but I'm giving myself one year to do these things. Only one.

*Inspired by "If Today Was Your Last Day" by Nickelback*

1. Visit Gettysburg
2. Visit Washington, D.C.
3. Visit Seattle, Washington and Forks, Washington
4. Road trip to Cincinatti, Ohio (Or wherever Cody lives)
5. Finally go to Six Flags
6. Get an A in Chemistry

*smiles*
That last one is a stretch, I know. But hey. Anything's possible.

~Cahryn K.

Winter Rain

The skies are grey, and so is
my soul...
the drops that fall are icy
and cold
and void of feeling or pain
But not so the drops that fall from
my soul.
These bear the heat of a brand,
scorching my countenance as
they fall
Leaving tracks of burnt flesh and wounded
spirit.
And so I stand at my window and turn my face
to the sky
so that the drops that fall thereof
may cool the burn
and I watch the steam as it rises
from my pain and curls
drifting out and down under
the winter rain.

The Longing

Dry the Sahara -
soak up every
particle of sweat that dares trespass
on the perpetual sanded dunes

Scorch the center
of that inextinguishable ball called Sun -
implode every atom, burn every molecule
of the abundant Element that persists

Freeze the Tundra -
that cold, barren place
where no life grows but the lichen
and even that is devoured by those who yearn for the heat
that burns true

Melt my heart
that darkened Spector of a once-was-flesh
the hardened culprit in many a crime
that beats in the solemnity and solitude of millions like it...
alone

Pour in the blood
wash out the ichor - the stain of the wrong of her years
cleanse with the red, swath with the white
and yield this moment a softly pulsing,
truly living,
honest red in my breast.

A Winter's Morn

Long blue shadows split
by crystal daggers,
sharp lines pressed against a pale blue sky -
laid bare for the grace
of nature to clothe in veils of white
that glitter like the diamonds
of the newly betrothed.
For nature is itself betrothed
to a promise -
a promise of longer days and new beginnings
second chances that masquerade as firsts,
and the beauty that always comes
with the promise of new life.

Who Am I?

I am a splash of purple
a shock of auburn against the dark
blazing as an ember lighted by the very
elements
that defy each other
fire
and water
I am a flower
turning to open her
petals to the sun
a radiant red
never satisfied
I am the one
who is not afraid
to fly.

Alice Danced

Tiny prints
marks of a faerie foot
flirting with the wind

Untamed and ethereal
on an eddy of air
when she took you captive

bound your heart in whispers
of precious gems
that fell from your melody
and such

caught you by the hair and the heartstrings
and pulled you in without
a protest

your jasper to her onyx
your lion to her lynx
and such was the way

like so...
And so was the way
Alice danced.