Prompt: condition

She's in a serious condition, the doctor says. She's in a serious condition. She's in a serious condition. Like echoes of a cool dark cave of black, black endlessness I hear these words again and again, too often, too quickly, too many times.

She's in a serious condition, he says.

And continues.

It's a rare type of atrophy.

Is there a treatment? My father wants to know. There is desperation in his voice, but no hope.

We all know there is no treatment.

Two days ago, I was fine. I was twelve, ambitious, and very much alive. Yesterday, I was a car wreck hovering between life and death, and today, I am much, much more dead than alive. The thin line between life and death is the sterile, cold plastic pumping nutrients into my body, trying to break me out of death's icy grip.

A/N: The end. Just kidding. Maybe. I'm not sure where this was leading... gee, what is with the depressing stuff? I have to write something happy now...

I am poem

I am a Nobody.
I wonder if you see me.
I hear sounds,
I see people,
I want to be noticed, but
I am a Nobody.

I pretend to be fine.
I feel like no one cares about anyone else anymore.
I touch my face, my hair, my clothes
I worry if they're not in fashion, and in the darkness
I cry because I am so, so alone
I am a Nobody.

I understand that people want to hang out with Somebody.
I say that it's fine. Still
I dream that maybe Somebody will want to hang out with a Nobody, like me
I try to be Somebody.
I hope every day but
I am still a Nobody.

A/N: Yeah, more poetry. Pretty sad stuff. Sorry. I'll try to get some prose up... sometime.

Script Frenzy

So here I am, April 1st - no prank for the moment - posting because of Script Frenzy. Yeah, another one of those challenge-in-a-month things that we all just can't get enough of. It's the sister project of NaNoWriMo, and instead of writing a novel in a month, you get to write a script. Last year I participated in it as well, and it was a much more lax month than November because, well, HEY. It's 100 pages of script, not 50,000 words, and most of that 100 pages is formatting (and lots of empty space! Whoohoo!).

I'm doing some shameless advertising, I know. Here's the website: http://www.scriptfrenzy.org.

If you want to catch me there, my username's Misamiera. Feel free to add me - I don't bite.

Progress will be updated shortly.

laugh

laugh
and
under
great
hindrances

you won't suffer at all.

little bear

One little bear

Just waiting to be loved

Smiles at a girl walking by.

That little bear

After such a long time

That night in warm arms it lies.

acrostic

A/N: For those who don't remember what an acrostic poem is... read the first letters of each line.

don't sit on the couch, please
oh, stop barking!
go somewhere else, please?
such a trouble... but completely worth it.

5 Days

On Monday, I meet the love of my life.

We're in the mall - he's exiting, I'm entering, and he holds the door open for me, like a perfect gentleman. He smiles at me, and for a blessed moment I'm lost in his wonderfully bright and kind eyes - and then he passes me.

I sit down and forget about shopping.

On Tuesday, I return to the mall.

There's a special at a cafe I like and a sale at a shop, but all I can think of is that blissful moment when shivers dance in my stomach and fire floods my cheeks and the day is brighter than ever.

But that handsome stranger does not come again.

On Wednesday, I drink coffee at a cafe for hours.

It sinks into my stomach, filling every cold corner. The way it stirs in my stomach reminds me of butterflies, but ever so sweeter and stronger. There is a warm, cinnamon-tinted scent in it that I don't remember being there before.

I have never tasted better coffee, but he still does not come.

On Thursday it is raining, and I feel a shade of dark, heavy purple.

He is not here, and it was my own foolish hopes that kept me coming. How ridiculous it is to think that he would come to the mall again! My very own conscience nags and grips at me. This could all be in vain. That wonderful face and smile, I'll never see again!

Yes, in vain, but I have decided that even fools can hope.

On Friday, I'm at the mall again.

I've been at the mall more times in the past week than I have in the past year. After drinking my iced tea, I leave the place after half an hour, and don't expect to come again for a while.

As I approach the exit, a man holds the door open for me. I'm so absorbed in my thoughts that I hardly notice his face until I'm right next to him.

I gasp. It's the man.

But he walks past me.