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White Abyss #1

5 Aug

There was a white blindness all around me; the kind that you see in those big rooms with the padded walls. This unnaturally bleached white, stared back, right as I winced open my eyes. My eyes being the only light colored in the family shut back right up when the unnatural white shot in.

Where am I?

I thought. Last thing I knew, wait. There is no last thing I knew. I panicked.

Where am I?

I scanned the whiteness; there was a metal bed which I was laying on and some itchy uncomfortable sheets which had clothed me, and a small might-as-well-not-be-there pillow. All impeccably white, impeccably clean. I had absolutely no knowledge of where I was or where I came from or how I got here, but I was comforted by the fact that there were four walls, a door and a ceiling. At least I could leave.

I got up, but fell down almost immediately. My body was now on the cold marbled floor. Even the floor was white, had anyone every walked in before?

My falling must’ve created quite a bit of noise because next thing I know I hear some keys and the door opens. I caught a glimpse of the other side of the door, it was painted a light summery green, it went great with the bleached white in my opinion.

A female came through the door. She had bright red hair, I remember because it was the only thing [aside from my blue eyes and her green ones] that wasn’t white in the room. Her fitted dress was white with pockets that seemed to never have suffered from an ink spill although she kept pens in there, [she used one to fill out some notes on a piece of paper]. He stockings were also white, as well as her keds that seemed to be covered by white plastic. I recall a swish-swish noise of mumbled shuffled movements. I also vaguely recall her speaking.

“How are you feeling?”

I believe she said, right after helping me up and onto my now cold iron makeshift bed. I don’t know if I mumbled something, I just felt the bed and felt the cold the empty white room brought , making me just close my eyes and fade into a dark abyss accompanied by another vast room of nothing.



25 Jun

Hello world!

Lately i’ve been on a “making” frenzy and I’ve updated the always awesome SCARFS&KNITS page. The one on my sidebar. Now i’ve made a cute little Sackboy [from the Sony game LittleBig planet] and a cute little bunny.

i made this crochet bunny for a friend of mine who was having a bday to go along with the yellow lotion bottle i bought her.

Sackboy-A cute little Sackboy doll like the one in LittleBig planet i made for my bf.

Like what you see? Leave a comment if you feel really moved by this.

:] :] :]

Much Thanks!

S.C.A.R.S [scarecely criticized atributed reasons for space]

30 Mar

There’s one on my finger

Two stitches

From when I was five

It reminds me of how I spent childhood

Being a child

There’s one the circles half of my leg

It’s a big one, yes yes

20 stitches

For playing with ants in the dark

Next to a lifted wire fence

My poor little leg, it got caught.

There’s some on my sides, from when

My figure grew in

From those marks, red

I have curves now indeed

Then it becomes tricky

Follow me into my heart

You’ll see a few patches

Of lover’s past.

There’s the time that it happened

A nice winter’s night

There’s the time that they caught us

Not the best of delights.

There’s the one of the previous

The deepest of all

The most serious person

That I had ever had known

They haven’t all healed

And a dress brings me stares

If only they felt

The my leg shouldn’t scare.

But I do not care

My life is far from over

There will be a lot more marks

And I cant wait to see where

Those tracks seem to stop.

Some will be deep,

Others impure

Some will need gauzes

And others allure

But I will not cease living

Because of some mark

I will continue my life

Just waiting for the next one.

Crooks, lions and bears.

29 Mar

Video Vixen

Samurai sword

Its all relative terms to

The voices we know

It’s a conspiracy


Relative image


Once the media gets hold

All voices are one

Conspiracies gone

We just listen in awe

Once the spaces are known

They can control us

The can use us

And do.

Its all very subjective

Politics lie

Its all very impressive

How their words seem to glide

Fresh off the press

Stamped into books

Engraved in our heads

And off goes the crook.

Let me tell you about him.

18 Mar

Dear Diary

Its been quite a while

Since I’ve written things down

But last time I had not much to say

And now I’ve got quite a bit!

I have met somebody new

[although this should be no real news to you]

He’s as sweet as can be

Someone whose story is true

He laughs at my jokes, smiles when I pout

He looks into me deeply, and prevents my frowns

Our days have been filled

With glorious endeavors

From kisses and stars to afternoons in the park,

chocolate is no need, to me he’s much sweeter.

His family is amazing

We have plans in two days

I admit his mom sometimes scares me

But I love her either way

He’s an animal Lover

And puts me first

He’s all I’ve ever wanted

I cant ask for more.

Oh Diary if you could just see

The way he looks at me

The way that I smile

His touch goes for miles.

If there is a god I am grateful

For putting him in my way

If there are spirits hear my thank you

For letting me stray

If it’s a Buddha I seek

You have definitely enlightened me

And if in fact its Allah

Then you must know I’m in complete awe.

He’s exciting and selfless

Sexy and sensible.

He’s 26 but practically ageless

The one who makes life oh so tolerable.

He fills me with sunshine

Brings me soup if I’m sick

He’s the type that would cross America

If it meant one more kiss.

We see each other daily

Yet it is not enough

Dear diary I am simply saying

He’s gotta be the one.

Sometimes…this is how it feels.

13 Mar

Mondays are malicious

The work week starts and the fun is gone

Tuesday are fictitious

With the errands to run and run and run

Wednesdays are vicious

Nearing the middle of the day, you just want to go away

Thursdays are a bluricious

You think you just cant wait for the next day

Fridays are hecticious

Work needs to just go away away away!

Saturdays are sensualicious

Fun is just getting started


Sundays come around

And innocence is found.

Before Mondays, the malicious

Comes back around.

My Mirrored Delight

11 Mar

Disclaimer: if you decide to use MY poem for your blog, then i do need you to ask for my approval and link my blog along with it. This is mine and although i post it it doesn’t mean you can plagiarize and post it too.

You are the mirror , I am the light

Glue holds us together

And on your surface

I shine

You say forever

I say I might

You kiss my cheek, savor.

And I say alright.

You hold me tightly

The breeze blows outside

I say I love you

And you whisper “so do I”

Feeling secure is something so rare

It’s the kind of thing that you feel

It that kind of thing that we share

And if roles were reversed

The mirror being me

Then I would find some way

To hold the light that you bring.

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