Highway of Auroras: The Beginning of the End by LupiiNoctourne, literature
Literature
Highway of Auroras: The Beginning of the End
Highway of Auroras
"Hey sis, look out the window. Theres an aurora borealis in the sky!" Lacey exclaimed. Olivia looked over, her face reading not amused. She took her headset off and sat up from her computer. Her game was on pause. She walked towards the window, her sister lying on her bed that laid in front of it.
She reached over her bed, pushing her amazed sister aside. She peered out her window, her eyes drawn towards what should have been a blue sky. There it was, a cascade of violets, scarlets, emeralds and sapphires occupied the mid-afternoon skyline.
Her eyes filled with fear, of an understanding deeper than some freak aurora that
Get Back in the Kitchen by LupiiNoctourne, literature
Literature
Get Back in the Kitchen
Get back in the kitchen,
Is what they say.
How sexist, yet ironically has become
A big joke. They don't realize
What they are saying, or what
It used to mean.
Do they realize the amount
Of time that we spent fighting
For the rights of women in our
Country?
I think it has become taken for
Granted, the right to vote, the
Right to be heard.
Are females not persons anymore?
Are we still forced under the boot of
Men, are we still supposed to be
The servants of the men who have
Us tied by our ring fingers?
And what about these sisters of ours,
Who are fighting for the team which
Wish to enslave them again?
Are they truly broken that they canno
Overabundance
The economically sound
Are usually the ones with their foot
Pressed against someones skull,
Exerting dominance.
But maybe that is human nature,
For those with true, untested strength
To force it against the lessers
Throats.
We are divided into social labels.
The beautiful, the rich, the wealthy,
Are the ones always at the top
And stay there.
The ones at their feet,
The weak, ugly, poor, lesser,
Are always at the bottom,
With no real hope to go up.
But is this a matter of politics,
Or is it a matter of learned behaviour?
Can we be taught we deserve the best
Or that we only have these opportunities?
I believe we can and are.
A Black Mark
A black mark,
A mistake,
One thing to get them
To shut up.
It was one time,
They wouldn't leave me alone.
Then they taunted me,
And still didn't leave me alone.
Its hard being alone,
When people i trusted
Turned their backs on me.
I felt thrusted
Into this hell.
No one cared, either.
No one cared about how I was haunted,
How I never "flaunted"
Being a slut...
So when I take my life,
Will it wipe my ledger of red?
Will this black mark on my soul
Leave while I bled?
October 15th/2012
Achievement, what a word.
Its a word given when someone
Does something noteworthy...
No wonder I've never been given it.
Despite the fact all the time I put in
For the people that needed it.
And what do I get? A pat on the back
And an usher off the stage.
Its true I'm no academic,
Im not the fastest or the strongest.
But in a world where all the good people are
Gone, why am I left behind?
The simple fact it took 4 years
Of service to get a plaque
Irks me so badly...
Why did I bother?
I don't ask for praise and reward,
Unlike what most people expect,
But I can't help but feel taken for granted.
Take my two years,
Leaving ma
Dinner as a Family... by LupiiNoctourne, literature
Literature
Dinner as a Family...
Dinner as a Family.
What I had once considered so boring,
What I had once considered so plain,
Almost annoying even,
Quiet most of the time,
Now I want that..
I want dinner, family trips,
Beaches and picnics.
I want all the little things that
Brought us together.
I feel like a child,
Grasping for her mommy and her daddy.
All I was ever able to do was listen
And wait.
I heard every fight,
Never physical, always shouting,
But never any hate..
But I wish maybe it was extreme,
Instead of a slow, agonizing pull.
Just to have had it hit me at once,
Instead of over 3 years...
Now I'm an adult, off on my own.
But... I miss what
The Mirrors in the Mourning by LupiiNoctourne, literature
Literature
The Mirrors in the Mourning
The Mirror in the Mourning
They say mirrors reflect the true person back at them, but I don't believe that.
A mirror simply reflects back 'reality', what other people see...
Not the person behind the image.
They say mirrors never lie, but I don't believe that.
It is in their nature to reflect the bad, makes everything seem worse...
They hide the real you.
A mirror is simply a piece of glass,
Reflects the bad, never the good.
Reflects what others see,
Not the real you.
But what if you aren't that person behind the mirror?
What if you look completely different, inside?
What if, instead of all the small imperfections,
You reflect t
Highway of Auroras: The Beginning of the End by LupiiNoctourne, literature
Literature
Highway of Auroras: The Beginning of the End
Highway of Auroras
"Hey sis, look out the window. Theres an aurora borealis in the sky!" Lacey exclaimed. Olivia looked over, her face reading not amused. She took her headset off and sat up from her computer. Her game was on pause. She walked towards the window, her sister lying on her bed that laid in front of it.
She reached over her bed, pushing her amazed sister aside. She peered out her window, her eyes drawn towards what should have been a blue sky. There it was, a cascade of violets, scarlets, emeralds and sapphires occupied the mid-afternoon skyline.
Her eyes filled with fear, of an understanding deeper than some freak aurora that
Get Back in the Kitchen by LupiiNoctourne, literature
Literature
Get Back in the Kitchen
Get back in the kitchen,
Is what they say.
How sexist, yet ironically has become
A big joke. They don't realize
What they are saying, or what
It used to mean.
Do they realize the amount
Of time that we spent fighting
For the rights of women in our
Country?
I think it has become taken for
Granted, the right to vote, the
Right to be heard.
Are females not persons anymore?
Are we still forced under the boot of
Men, are we still supposed to be
The servants of the men who have
Us tied by our ring fingers?
And what about these sisters of ours,
Who are fighting for the team which
Wish to enslave them again?
Are they truly broken that they canno
Overabundance
The economically sound
Are usually the ones with their foot
Pressed against someones skull,
Exerting dominance.
But maybe that is human nature,
For those with true, untested strength
To force it against the lessers
Throats.
We are divided into social labels.
The beautiful, the rich, the wealthy,
Are the ones always at the top
And stay there.
The ones at their feet,
The weak, ugly, poor, lesser,
Are always at the bottom,
With no real hope to go up.
But is this a matter of politics,
Or is it a matter of learned behaviour?
Can we be taught we deserve the best
Or that we only have these opportunities?
I believe we can and are.
Achievement, what a word.
Its a word given when someone
Does something noteworthy...
No wonder I've never been given it.
Despite the fact all the time I put in
For the people that needed it.
And what do I get? A pat on the back
And an usher off the stage.
Its true I'm no academic,
Im not the fastest or the strongest.
But in a world where all the good people are
Gone, why am I left behind?
The simple fact it took 4 years
Of service to get a plaque
Irks me so badly...
Why did I bother?
I don't ask for praise and reward,
Unlike what most people expect,
But I can't help but feel taken for granted.
Take my two years,
Leaving ma
Dinner as a Family... by LupiiNoctourne, literature
Literature
Dinner as a Family...
Dinner as a Family.
What I had once considered so boring,
What I had once considered so plain,
Almost annoying even,
Quiet most of the time,
Now I want that..
I want dinner, family trips,
Beaches and picnics.
I want all the little things that
Brought us together.
I feel like a child,
Grasping for her mommy and her daddy.
All I was ever able to do was listen
And wait.
I heard every fight,
Never physical, always shouting,
But never any hate..
But I wish maybe it was extreme,
Instead of a slow, agonizing pull.
Just to have had it hit me at once,
Instead of over 3 years...
Now I'm an adult, off on my own.
But... I miss what
The Mirrors in the Mourning by LupiiNoctourne, literature
Literature
The Mirrors in the Mourning
The Mirror in the Mourning
They say mirrors reflect the true person back at them, but I don't believe that.
A mirror simply reflects back 'reality', what other people see...
Not the person behind the image.
They say mirrors never lie, but I don't believe that.
It is in their nature to reflect the bad, makes everything seem worse...
They hide the real you.
A mirror is simply a piece of glass,
Reflects the bad, never the good.
Reflects what others see,
Not the real you.
But what if you aren't that person behind the mirror?
What if you look completely different, inside?
What if, instead of all the small imperfections,
You reflect t
I hurt you,
Broke you, smashed you to bits,
Yet still you stay, yet you live.
And, in the twist of ironic laughs,
A messed up comic,
You stay.
No, you do worse.
You blame me for your pain,
Starting the rusted chain again,
And no matter what I do,
No matter what i say,
Youll always be shattered and broken.
I'm a monster, Why?
Why must i ask myself but recite which has been carved to my skin,
No one ever wins.
Am i not allowed to move on?
You asked me yourself,
If i wanted you in my life.
Shouldnt you be worried about your health?
In rage, you left, instead of I,
In irony, you crawl back to that which has "scarred me fo
Highway of Auroras: The Beginning of the End by LupiiNoctourne, literature
Literature
Highway of Auroras: The Beginning of the End
Highway of Auroras
"Hey sis, look out the window. Theres an aurora borealis in the sky!" Lacey exclaimed. Olivia looked over, her face reading not amused. She took her headset off and sat up from her computer. Her game was on pause. She walked towards the window, her sister lying on her bed that laid in front of it.
She reached over her bed, pushing her amazed sister aside. She peered out her window, her eyes drawn towards what should have been a blue sky. There it was, a cascade of violets, scarlets, emeralds and sapphires occupied the mid-afternoon skyline.
Her eyes filled with fear, of an understanding deeper than some freak aurora that
My name is Olivia, I am a transgender Woman living in Nova Scotia, Canada. I have been public since the beginning of 2012. I will be attending Community College in the Fall to become a Social Worker.
I am a poet, writing poems in the more dark genres. It is mainly an outlet for the stresses of my own life. However, once in a while you will see poems about more cheery things, depending on my mood of course. ^^ always up for a challenge with requests.
I also do public speaking on the side whenever I can. I have been a Peer Educator through my High Schools GSA (We are Proactive and do a lot of education.)
If you like my writings, please Fav, Comment, and Subscribe! If you have any questions at all, feel free to ask them =)
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Underworld Series, The Avengers and its Prequels, The Wolfman, Van Helsing
Okay...
So I have this class, Writing skills applied to Human Services...or something of that.
*We have this project that we have to pick two goals and have to follow through with them for a number of months.
*The goal has to be measurable and attainable.
*For my first goal I chose to write one poem based on either current events or my life, once a week.
*I still don't have one for the second goal.
So yea, that is where I am. The thing with my poems is that they will either be semi-political or personal beyond understanding. If you feel offended by anything I say, don't fav. If you like it, please comment and let me know how I can impro
Ello! Sorry I dissapeared off the face of the earth ^^'
So pretty much since my last update, I have done a lot. I moved into a new trailer, I went to Camp Coyote(Trans-camp!) and I am now moved into college residence. I am on my way to becoming a professional councillor!
College be awesome, I have never been happier! I feel like myself here :) it is amazing how accepted I am here!
But ye, i think my poetry is going to shift from personal poetry of my own experiences to more about other peoples stories that I empathize with.
So ye, sorry for the fragmented journal entry ^^'
Pce!
Hello everyone! ^^
So I have placed two new poems so far on my dA page, my first ones released for 2012. I also have a League of Legend's one I will release after submitting it to the Summoners Showcase.
So in Halifax, Nova Scotia, this week is Pride Week. I haven't done anything really for Sunday or Monday, but I did do something today(Tuesday). At the Youth Project they held a talent show, open to all Youth to perform their talents. I premiered my two new poems today to them, as well as reciting "When the Rich Wage War". I also sung a song and a half. The full song I sung was Make it Stop(September's Children)-Rise Against. It was an okay