Rush

"Dancing In the Street" by Killntyme

Hey guys it's Aulene!!! This piece is from a conversation I was having with my friend a couple days ago. I was talking about something that gave me a rush and he couldn't relate to me at all. He told me something that gave him a rush, and I couldn't relate to him. It just got me thinking that even though someone is so close to you, you can still be very different.

My rush is singing and dancing. I love it and always will. What's your rush? What really gets you going? Leave a comment below and let me know.

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Rush

God it's such a rush

To leave the ground for a second

To move like water

To express myself in a whole new way

To unwind and just dance

Or maybe

To feel the wind on my face

To feel the gound under my feet

To feel the freedom

The freedom of running

Or

To feel your touch

To feel you breathing with me

To know I am not alone

The feeling of being with you

Or even

The feeling of success!

To feel like you did something right

To feel superior

Like you did the best

It's all different

Everyone has their rush

The one thing

That makes them go wild

And crave more

That one thing

Maybe it's a sport

Maybe it's a person

Maybe it's an event

Everyone has something

What gives you your rush?

~Aulene

~APLIW

I will stay strong

Hey everyone. My name is Jonathan and I'm the new writer for the site. This is my first time posting here at Real Life In Fiction so I hope you guys like it!

You bully me for my looks
You harass me for my beliefs
You label me because of my sexuality
But I will stay strong

You call me a loser
You call me a freak
You call me an idiot
But I will stay strong

You hit me just for fun
You kick me just for laughs
But I will stay strong

You've made my life hard
You've made my life hell
So bad i want to end it all
But I will stay strong

Bully me for my looks
Harass me for my beliefs
Label me for my sexuality
But I will stay strong

Harass me all you want
Bully me all you want
Beat me up all you want
But I will stay strong

Light of my heart

Hey guys it's Sabrina Black this weeks piece its just having a special someone in your life that lights up your world I hope you guys like it!!
Lantern
Light my way
In the darkest shadows
Light my heart
To feel love again
Light the path beneath my feet
That will lead me in to your safe arms
In this dark forest lift the mist
With your lanterns that dance like fireflies As they float in the sky
So that I may find you
Where ever you are
I will be there
So that your light will never burn out

Untitled

"Sin Titulo"

1. 

I'm lost...

So lost...

I miss you...

I need you...

Your touch...

Your voice...

I'm dead without you.

2. 

I'm scared...

So scared...

I'm in pain...

I keep suffering...

The medicine...

The pills...

I can't make it on my own.

3. 

I'm tired...

Too tired...

You are gone...

I am alone...

I want life...

You want lies...

I won't deal with this.

4. 

I'm fresh...

So fresh...

I've come back...

I feel my blood...

Thoughts rush back...

Hope bites deep...

I can live without her.

Wanderlust

I've got so much wanderlust; I just can't contain it.

Travel, it's expensive, but you don't have to go overseas to do it. (Though it's my biggest dream to leave the country.)

My version of wanderlust is to explore new places and things I have not seen before. I want to see in a different view, literally.

My most favorite place I've been is the Smoky Mountains and the Appalachians  I can't imagine what it would be like to see the Alps or Everest.


Someday I'll be able to do it. But I'm not going to spend my time obsessing over it without being able to do a thing about it.

I read something earlier today that said: "Instead of wondering when your next vacation is, maybe you should set up a life you don't need to escape from."

Hmm, well now that makes sense.

I'm going to make it my goal to see these things and go these places, but if I don't, I don't. I'm going to live life right now and enjoy the place in which I live. No matter what, there's always something to explore.

Frozen

“Stillness”
A moment stands still in time. Not a clock ticks. Not a sound is made. Not a word is spoken by the person next to you. All around you people are statues of stone, frozen in time. As the love of the person across from you is lost in a kiss. Only time can freeze it, as the world stops to treasure a special moment meant to last forever. Every great moment is soon to come to an end. Giving one last moment—one last kiss—one last hug. As much as it hurts, it's time to say goodbye. It's time to set what you love free (even if it's forever).

Last minute piece

In my frantic attempts to study and complete my school work on time this week, I actually seem to have forgotten to prepare anything. What a bummer...

....Yeah....

....Well...

Oh, wait! I know! How about this...

Here's a picture of the Olentangy River, which separates OSU's central campus from its agricultural west campus. It's time for a free-write!!!! 

"Soft Waters"

      My eyes watch the ripples in the dirty water as the current moves all the river's contents along at a smooth pace. Atop my bridge, I watch the peaceful scene as geese congregate in the cool waters below. Oh, how I envy them and the ease with which they can coincide with the small waves. How I yearn for my childhood and the salty shores of the Pacific...

     Thoughts trail off into the warm winter air as the geese jump from their watery seats and take to the air, once more displaying something I don't have (something I can't have). 

      A sigh comes easily from between my lips. The world beyond either side of this bridge reeks of industry and the racket of motors. Only hear, in the middle of it all, should I find peace. Yet, still, leaning over the railing, I can't help but feel the sting of all which I don't have. "Stupid," I think as I smack my forehead against the railing as discipline for such idiotic thoughts. Regret soon floods me as my palm rubs my sore forehead. "Ow..." I mutter in half-disgust of myself.

      "Do you live in Morrill Tower as well?" she asks from the depths of my blind spot. I turn quickly to my right (so quickly, in fact, that I almost jump at the new sight). A girl, or young woman, my age dressed in army fatigues stares at me with a small, sweet smile and a humorous expression. 

      "Yeah..." I mutter, still in shock, as I stare at the small wonder before me. She giggles lightly and turns to the river with her hands grasping the metal railing, as mine had done only a short time before. 

      "It's so calm out here, kind of the one thing that makes living in the tower so great, ya know?" Now it's my turn to smile as I turn to face the direction her eyes are still focused on.

      "I couldn't have said it any better myself." An uproar comes from the water as a blue heron emerges from a small island on the river and flies off into the distant. 

      "So pretty," she mutters, watching the majestic bird's every move.

      "Yeah," I agree, for once finding something that I know the birds could never have. 

Is it fate or reality? The differences are hard to come by.

~Chris

Surprises

Hey guys it's Aulene!!!

So this week's piece is kind of lost and confused. I have opportunities and they could come out either in a good or bad way, and it scares me sometimes. I don't know what to do. So, yeah...That is this week.

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"Surprises"

Some things happen in your life that make you question

Hidden and unseen answers

Others are blunt and obvious

Staring at you in the face

Some are just subtle enought

To where you just catch a glimpse

A glimpse of what is supposed to be there

And then what?

Once you see it...

What do you do?

Do you run for it?

Or do you run away from it?

A possible surprise lurking...

Waiting...

"Surprise"

It's a very misunderstood word

Surprises can be good

They can be amazing

Thay can make you jump for joy

And cry tears of happiness

They can also be bad

Making you scared

Making you want to run

And cry tears of pain

Agony

And anger

So do I want it?

Do I want this surprise?

Do I want the risk?

I don't want to fall

I don't want to get hurt

Not again.

So I think I might walk

Walk the other way

I may miss out on something good

But also will miss the pain.

So that's my choice

What is yours?

Do you choose to take the chance?

Or do you choose to play it safe?

~Aulene

~APLIW

Hidden

“Secrets”
They are kept hidden from the rest of the world,
Locked and kept in the doors our minds,
Nobody knows the dark-sides of your personality,
The weaknesses, struggles, we keep to our selves.
Regret takes the memories; forms them into a guilty conscience.
Why do we have secrets?
They're the only things we can keep to ourselves, Like something we own like stealing an item
But don't want to give up or admit. Instead we suffer from time to time
And slowly eat ourselves away in secrecy.

Blood

"My Life" by DarkRaven

Cutting is a controversial issue with which I know all too well. As I've gotten older pain has strangely become more pleasurable in a way that I can't describe. Luckily, cutting is an action I've left to my past.

However, I thought it might be interesting to write about the issue in a different light. Let me know what you think.

"Reminiscent Stains"

I take the blade between my fingers. How cool the metal feels. How much my mind yearns for its bite. Still, it's reassuring to have solid mortality squeezed between my digits. “Maybe just once more,” I think. “I want to remember.”

My palm against the casing, the tip of my finger pressed hard against the back of the blade, my focus drops to my hip. The caring blade kisses my skin, leaving a touch of red love as it slides down a few inches. I squeeze my eyes shut and my heart skips a beat as the rush of endorphins fills my brain with a pleasurable sting. “Yes...”

Looking down at the wonderful mark, I smile happily before I carefully make another, horizontal mark near the top of the blade's trail. A crimson cross stands out upon my light-tan skin. Liquid life trickles in tiny, timid drops down my side. My mind rejoices at the new addition to my canvas.

 




Life hates my pleasure.

~Chris

Going nowhere

"Lost" by iNeedChemicalX

Hey guys it's Aulene!!!

This is my new piece. I am feeling very confused at where I am in my life right now. I'm at a rough spot in my life and don't really know what to do or where to go from here. So, I am just lost in my thoughts.

Have you every been in a situation like this? Please comment and let me know. Tell me your experience with this. I would love to know I am not the only one who gets lost some times.

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“Going nowhere”

Can you feel it?

(We're going nowhere)

That feeling

Of running

But you can never find it?

Yet you still try...

...To run...

...To jump...

...To crawl...

Just to get there

To that one goal

Maybe it's a spot on a team

An “A” on a paper

Maybe your other half

You always feel so close

But just out of reach.

That look in your eyes

Of loss

Giving up and losing the fight

It's almost over

Your eyes close

Then you just drift...

...Drift off into blind bliss...

Give up

We live our life,

As if we are ready to die,

But it's almost over.

You don't want to give up—

Not yet—

Not when what you desire is so close

Signal the sirens

Wake up!

FIGHT

For what you want

For what you need

You may feel like you're going nowhere

But that's only if you give up the fight.



~Aulene

~APLIW



Just wait

Sometimes you look at life and think: "Is this all there is? Am I going to be doing this my whole life?"

That's when the best part of life jumps in.

Unexpected accomplishments, memories, and people drop into your life.

You could say it's God's way of saying: "I'm not finished with you yet."

Just remember the dull times and the trials; just make the good times seem a whole lot brighter.



Cheers.

Another Post

On Friday I turned 20. Two days later, I'm completely full of ideas and thought I might share a short piece I wrote while with my friends the other day. 

I think you'll see how much my mind wanders.

My friend, Sarah

"Brown-Haired Girl"

Dark hair and a curious soul,

It's a happy air that surrounds you.

Sit so far away, my eyes will beckon you near.

Oh, come over hear and see my words and expressions

As I compose a new symphony.

We'll take the floor with our footsteps;

Rampage to the rhythm that flows through worn lips.

Let me find you for the first time.

Mysterious and unknown,

You are an experience for tired eyes.

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Love fell fate. Fate conquered life.

~Chris

Leaving the Nest

Hey guys it's Sabrina Black, this weeks piece is about moving out and graduation I can't believe it's finally time. Its gone by so fast it feels as if I was a kid yesterday. It's time to say good bye.

"Growing Up Blinded" by Machihuahua

“Special Place”

I think back on the past
Time is flying by too fast

Is it really time...
...time to grow up?
...time to venture out into the cold world...
...without a warm hand to guide me?

The bare ground beneath my feet is paved with decisions
And a long journey creates the bumps and cracks.

In a few months I'll leave this cage forever...
...to freely breath the sweet air as it touches my face
I'm scared but I'm ready to face a journey alone...
...leaving everything behind.

Never looking back, except when I mean to
Remember people who have a special place in my heart

Those memories are locked in a locket
With time frozen on the inside

Nights

"Late Nights"

Late at night, I lie in my bed

Thinking of all that I’ve lost to time

There was family…

There were friends…

There was love…

But then I think of what I gained

And how I’m reminded to forget

Everything that I’ve lost

Unfortunately, I truly can’t remember

What was ever so good about the past

I'm lost.

~Chris

Faded, into revealing.

"You're not who you were. "

Friendships change and you find out why certain friends ever stuck around. A lot of times, not all the time, they are staying for greed.


So look up! Its not that you aren't enough for someone to stay, it's that you are more than enough. Whether they only be into their own self interests or not. You are of so much worth that you were chosen as part of their life even if for a short time. The way I see it, they would've chosen anyone. But you are special. Whether that be a nuisance to you for being a pushover or not it's still the same.

Don't stick around getting your hopes up for these people, no, but go with the flow and believe that you are still strong, with or without someone by your side.

Think Again

Hey its Sabrina Black this week's piece is about aurguring with your self some times

when  you have a tough descion through life or maybe you just feel alone and nobody wants you so your better off dead. Well thats jebbersish there is always someone who needs you more than anything in the world. In this story a character named I and Me battle words back and forth. Me wants I to fall and feel worthless while I sees past the stabbing words and makes them filled with hope. While reading this aurgument read it from bottom to top  because I always wins.

 

 

 

 

“WhoI Am”

 

I: I'm adventurous, ablaze withambition to help my world.

Me: You're bashful and can't doanything without being baneful! Breakaway from the world.

I: I think I'm cautious andconscientious towards others and courageous in every way.

Me: You're deceitful when you talkto others so dippy you are in everything you do. You're not devoted.

I: I care about my environment andshow enthusiasm to care for my world and show empathy to those who need help.

Me: You're not fascinated byanything and unstable when you help others and always mess up. You don't exist,you're fictional.

I: I can be giddy and genuine withlife and my happiness.

Me: You're ghostly!

I: I'm harmless not broken andfilled with hate

Me: You're heart-broken by the oneyou used to love.

I: Integrity is one of my strongestcharacteristics; I'm illustriously intimate to my loved ones.

Me: “Joyful?” Oh, please! You'rejust jesting yourself!

I: My kindred spirit is easilykenspeckle and kind.

Me: Lackadaisical at everything youdo, lazy, worthless, and lean.

I: I have musical skills that aremasterful! Not meek!

Me: You have a narrow-mind, notnew-fashioned or noble!

I: I have obedience and I love beingold-fashioned and open-hearted towards life.

Me: Pathless and pathetic you arewith no passion when you do wrong.

I: Quiet, Me. Your words question myself; I'm quick, not slow and stupid.

Me: Responsible? Oh please! You'renot thinking realistically. Being rude is your true character.

I: I can be shy at times but neverrude or selfish. I like being safe and sound from my troubles.

Me: You're tearful. I can see it inyour eyes with my taunting. Ha! I shall show no tenderness.

I: Valuable is what I am to others.Vulnerable, when I need to be, but not voiceless without compassion.

Me: Uncertain of the choices youmake, you call yourself valuable.

I: I'm unbroken and filled withlight that I carry with me you have underestimated me.

Me: Look at you, you're wakeful andwearisome. You'll fall weightlessly to the ground. Meek!

I: My heart is not xerophilousbut filled with lust for love

Me: You zigzag through life withyour heart weighing as much as zinc.

I: You're describing yourself. I'mright here always by your side, I'm not alone.

 

Sabrina Black ALIW

A Tragic Fall

"The Fall of Icarus" by Ecthelian

Hello everyone!

This past weekend, nothing but tragedy befell me. Whether it be the hospitalization of three people I care about or the end of a four year friendship, life has seemed to be tragically falling. I couldn't help but feel like I've been like Icarus these past few months, flying too close to the sun, or happiness. 

Thus, the inspiration for this newest piece.

"Icarus"

Separate the bottle from my lips.

Liberate the jealousy from my mind.

Please, just set me free.

I dream of soaring high,

Far above the clouds,

But these feet slow me down,

and the wings I build just keep breaking.

The sun and its tiresome embrace.

The moon leaving me alone without a trace,

Of a soul to keep me in comfort.

Oh, just remove me from this Earth,

Carry me to somewhere new.

I'll keep on wishing silently.

I'll keep hoping while I die.

If only a day to pass would bring success

Upon these wings I would fly.

Yet, as Icarus I remain,

And this wax does stain

And these feathers forget

That humans can't fly  

But I'm forced to remember as I fall back down.

Headfirst into the ground, time and time again.

Alleviate me from this tiresome task.

Oh, but it's too late.

False Affection

Hey guys it's Aulene!!! This is a new peace about something that just happened to me.

I was with someone for a long time and I found out that he was cheating on me and it really hurt me especially because I found out from other people and not from him. So That is the background behind this peace.

Have you every been though a situation like this one? Leave a comment below and let me know. I would love to know I am not the only one and maybe we can help each other.

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False Affection

You lied to me

I love you

Well loved

You said you loved me

That was a joke

Your false affection

Was almost air tight

I couldn't see the flaws

The little imperfections

That wold break me

But soon the cracks were there

Much more visible then before

And only getting bigger

Who is she?

Why didn't you tell me?

Was it really that hard?

To tell the truth?

Not speak a lie?

For once?

Was it to much to ask?

"I'm sorry"

"I love you"

"I regret it"

"Give me another chance"

"What can I do to fix this"

"I will do anything"

NO!

You had your chance

You messed up

This is your problem

I gave you my heart

You promised you wouldn't...

Wouldn't break it

Yet again another lie

It that all you can do?

Lie?

"I have never lied to you"

HA What a joke

You and I both know...

That's a lie

I gave it to you for safe keeping

So here alone I will sit

Bloodying my hands

Trying to pick up the peaces

Of the heart you shattered

You broke it...

And you expect forgiveness?

No... It's not worth another heat break

I know now you never loved me

I know now you only had false affection

~Aulene

~APLIW

Reality's Dying All Around Us

 “Math is based around an illusion of existence. The numbers we use are nothing more than symbols that we’ve assigned meaning to. The lines that we draw and the structures that we build are nothing more than a series of points…Can anyone tell me the definition of a ‘point?’” Mr. Caudnate addresses his fifth period Calculus class. The nine students—spread-out amongst a square of sixteen chairs—in front of him grow silent. A smirk forms upon his face as he stares at his pensive pupils. “There is no definition,” he states matter-of-factly. “A ‘point’ is a place-holder representing a specific location of space, a location which has no dimensions—depth, width, length. If you zoom in on any point, it will never grow or change, it will simply exist as a virtual place-holder and nothing more.”

“Wouldn’t having no dimensions mean that it doesn’t exist?” asks a boy from the second row. The other teens shift their attention to his accusation. “An object that has no definition in this world must be non-existent, right?” Mr. Caudnate smiles once more.

“Yes, but it is the non-existence that allows it to exist at all. For something to exist, it must also not exist,” the teacher states with ease.

“But how can something that does not exist…exist?” A confused look spreads across the boy’s face, while sighs of annoyance come from the other, bored students. “If I imagine that I have wings coming out of my back—wings that don’t exist—does that mean that they exist?”

“To you, they will.” The boy is stunned. “As I said, we give meaning to that which only exists for our minds. It is because we believe that it exists.” The period bell rings. “Okay, that’s enough for today, I guess. Remember the quiz tomorrow on methods of integration. Have a good day everyone.”

“Finally…” a student grumbles behind the boy.

“I thought he’d go on forever,” whispers another.

As the rest of the class exits into the cluttered hallway, the boy walks up to his teachers, textbooks in hand. “If the meaning we give makes something real,” the boy asks, “how do we know that all of this isn’t just a dream?”

“We don’t.” Mr. Caudnate laughs. “That’s what makes it so fun.”