Claralynn

Periwinkle flowers. They wink at the red ones on my dress as if to start up some sort of secret conversation – as if I couldn't hear them. I yank at the stalk but it does nothing more than leave a green sort of residue on my palms. Now with my fingers I try – still residue, it was for naught. Again again. Still too strong for these hands. Who would have thought me - weaker than a flower.

THE SHOOTING STAR WRITTEN BY: CARA WILLER DATE WRITTEN: 11/20/09 The stars shoot across the sky I wish they could land on my tongue Like the snowflakes that fall from the heavens They land and melt away But if a star were to fall and land there I believe it would burn It would burn hot, like the fire that it is We imagine them as gentle Things that we wish upon But in truth they are not this Reality brings to them a danger A scalding ball of fire If they were actually to land there It would be salt water on a wound Or peroxide on a cut The shooting star- a healing device at its best My tongue would sting And burn like fir

Hey : )  So, I'm pretty new to this whole deviant art thing..so forgive me if i do not completely understand or reply correctly today is my first day i've done anything with this hah..but i'll probobly be putting lyrics up soon.  And I might decide to keep a journal everyday on here so we'll see.  Thanks for all the nice welcomes, i feel very loved in this community of artists : ) hah oh and happy new year!