Monday, March 30, 2009

The Innocent Can Never Last


standing in the light of your halo
Originally uploaded by HardCandii[CB]

***fiction with bits of reality***

I remember when Mommy and Daddy fought. I hid in the bathroom until they were done, and Mommy left, and Daddy was sitting on the stairs, head in hands, crying. I remember that's when Chris started going out with his friends, leaving me in the unloving house. I remember when Mommy came home, but left again, for good. I remember Daddy going to court. They gave Daddy full custody of us. I remember Chris saying that nobody had custody of him. I remember Mommy preaching to me. I remember crying to Daddy about it. I remember Daddy telling me to try to understand. Try to understand what she'd been through, how she'd sunk to the lowest of lows. I remember telling him I didn't care, that she should get lost and that everything was her fault. I remember waiting on the corner for Chris to pick me up. I remember him not coming, but I remember you waiting with me until 2 in the morning. I remember you yelling at him for showing up then, drunk and stoned. I remember him yelling at you for getting involved. I remember letting him. I remember the week Daddy went on a business trip. I remember that it rained and rained. I remember leaving the house full of stoners and drunks in the rain. I remember lying on the grass in the park. I remember falling asleep in the rain. I remember the way your hands gently brushed my face to wake me up and take me to your house. I remember the sweet scent in your room, and the smooth cotton on the bed. I remember how Chris didn't even notice. I remember when Daddy came home. I remember standing on the street, the wet street, waiting for him to take me home.

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~molly<3

Thursday, March 26, 2009

I've Been Called A Sinner.


I've Been Called A Sinner.
Originally uploaded by toriginal

From the prompt on the blog Mama's Losin it
I don't believe in prayer because...


I don't believe in prayer, because I don't believe in a god. I believe in people, and that we can choose our own paths, and don't need a religion to guide us. I have nothing against people that are religious at all. In fact, I welcome that, because I love hearing other opinions, as long as they are not being preached at me. I have friends that are Muslim, Mormon, Baptist, Atheist, Jewish, Christian, Satanist, whatever. It's their lives, and they can choose to believe what they want to. It's not my problem. I don't pray. I hope and wish to the world.

~molly<3

Thursday, March 19, 2009

The not-so-stolen kiss



Originally uploaded by la_sendi

Poem for English. It's ehh. Title?

I couldn't resist
Stealing a kiss
But then again,
It wasn't really stolen

Now I cannot deny
That I get lost in your eyes
But then again,
You guide me back home

So no way, no how
Is there anything better than now
But then again,
They say that love grows stronger

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Not the greatest


Cherry Blossom Girl
Originally uploaded by Chrissie White

The world is odd, and I am mad, because my partner for a history project got arrested at school yesterday for dealing acid. Now I have to do the whole project by myself. I'm ready to blow, because my English teacher has wiped all the creativeness out of my system with this 1930s essay, and then she made my science teacher cry, and my math teacher is getting laid off. The drug bust at school yesterday was completely unexpected, because lately, they've been letting the pot heads slide, and were focusing on "cyberbullying". The school district, in partnership with the police, were watching the Santa Monica students activity and searching profiles for "cyberbullying" on Facebook. But there was a drug bust, and at least 5 people were arrested, and more were suspended/expelled. I'm in a bad mood. What sort of idiot would deal at school? On campus? My history partner, that's who.
On a lighter note, we kicked butt in our softball game today.
I might be able to kick the creativeness back into gear. I'll try.

~molly<3

Thursday, March 12, 2009

oopsie daisies- did it again

bad habit #1: Procrastination

so much work.
so little time. 
way too much work.
we got our science teacher to complain to our english teacher about the work load
because the woman wouldn't listen to us
and she made our science teacher 
cry.
tears.
too much?
i think...
i have to write an essay in 30 minutes tonight.
and it has to be a good essay
and i am, to be frank,
screwed.


oh well 
i can just fail......

~molly<3