Rarabunny1

She stood on the edge of the cliff, five gems in one hand and five pages of music in the other. There was silence. No breeze, no whisper, not even the crash of the waves below. The tall girl’s long strawberry blonde hair fell in a goddess like manner, her stance confident, her chin thrown high with deceit. “You surely didn’t think I would spend my life time being held in your shadow now do you?” Ivy”s sneer spread further than the cliff edge did. Sarskia stood rigged, half bent over, as if trying to coax a scared rabbit into her arms. The fear of losing her most precious belongings, the only thing she had lef

Sasha left Kara at the front door of the apartment, knowing full well what would happen, yet still leaving Kara alone to deal with the monster inside. Taking one last breath of fresh air, she turned towards the rust ridden door and pressed on the handle.   She managed to pull herself into the flat she shared with her mother, dragging her crotches up the step with effort. She started to click across the floor. “Kara is that you?” The sharp twang of her mother’s voice echoed out from the kitchen. Kara froze. “Yes.” She replied, sharply, attempting to continue her strenuous journey across the living room. She hear

Her breath was all she could hear. The pulse of her heart seemed to beat in her neck and her eyes where all for the small black object flying through the air. “Kara! Quick! The ball!” The voice of her teammate cut through her concentration. She tossed the ball to Kara, who leapt to grab it before the opposition did. She dodged a swinging arm, towards the goal to the left. The wind tussled her short blonde hair and her eyes gleamed. This was her life. She loved the exhilaration of pyramid ball, no matter the outcome. The goal was in her sights, and she started lining up the ball to the hole. Her arm was raised to take a shot, whe

She sat in front of me, hair tumbling from her ponytail, rust coloured and soft, her blue eyes glistening in the dull light. “I like Fennel…the flowers…you know the flowers?” She said, looking me straight in the eyes. I nod in response, not wanting to move, and disturb the air which stilled just for us. “They are said to symbolise…what is the word…compliments? No…” She moves closer, her brow furrowed deep in thought, “…love…no, that’s the Rose.” My mind started softening, and the tightness that had grown in my chest like weeds over the past weeks seemed to f

Set down at the edges of the green, watch the crisp cool sun glitter, blue waters press against feet, white blossoms do litter, Sing songs echo across the stream, a bundle of weeds in hand, yet to her they seem like blooms, violet, navy and orange color of sand Pebbles soft against knees, lean down and stretch out an arm, testily the water flows softly, grip the flowers in a palm, The edge is near as feet descend, into the spring warm aqua, fabric and lace swirl against a calf, flowers from a lap swim outwards, Let the strong current pull at the legs, glance at the edge of what home was, the greenery starting to float from a han

We all want out now, its been 5 years of push, 5 years long and hard, but in our lives, only a brush, We all want out now, But sometimes we feel scared, Life is looming fast in big, not all are prepared, We all want out now, And our hearts sing for free, we are tired of the constant slog, sights and sounds we want to see, We all want out now, but we want out together, we dont want to separate, or lose each other forever, We all want out now, but one day we'll miss it, We all want out now, but we will miss it, childhood, goodbye now.

A girl sits in a choir rehearsal, on her left is a close friend with a smile as broad as the sun. In front is a raven haired girl, who chats to the girl about stories and shows. Behind is a popular girl, who is kind, but unapproachable. To her right, is another with red brown hair and skin that smells of vanilla and cream. The girl sits here every rehearsal, with her supposedly 'close friend'... because they are 'joined at the hip'. But really, its the girl, who wants to stay by the other every minute. She knows its impossible. The other one has said. But our small protagonist cant help feel her stomach shiver every time the lovely person

Feet and hands, Colliding in a dance, wet and rain, and slippery terrain, oh there's no time, for thinking, tonight Songs are sung, and compliments a run, laughing in pairs and groups of broken stares, oh I am thinking too much, tonight My best friend's in a drunk land, the others lost the plan, but I am thinking to fast, yet I havent touched a glass, and yet he still takes my hand, as I reform a plan, keep the secret cause we need this chance, oh I held on to his hand, yet it wasnt the plan, Oh my friend's drunk in the rain, and anothers lost in pain, oh no we will not be sane, holding hands in the Rain

The name, That name. The name I know so well, it hurts, why is it called and mine is not so? Why is it called when it is I who does know, does know about stories weaved through soft songs, know about tales that flow through rhythms, the one who commits herself to the melody and times, that they so ask for, but only ask it in rhymes, So watching as she glides past, the one who is so loyal, and though recognition does deserve, just not in my field of smile, not in my dreams of talents, not in my territory I have fought more than a while, So sinking hearts stars do command, and I sink back into myself, confidence no longer from

The curve of an angle, The brush of a curve, Watch the way the edges fold, The night into day, The day into night, Watch as twilight presents the stars of life, Watch the two who follow the two, Into the flames and out, Watching the curve of their feet, Across a never ending ground of stars, A ground of suns, A cup of puns, The places of things to come, Don’t watch as two fall softly, Into arms of each other, One breaks, Watch the flames that flicker so lightly, Watch as it touches their face, A face of light, A face of night, A face of one afraid of delight, Their steps will carry them a long way home, Watch as they