BRICOLEUR

I think there are often times when I find that I don't belong where I had been constantly forcing myself to be. Times when nobody seems to understand or relate to my thoughts and feelings. Us teenagers are 1 part human/understanding/feelings and 9 parts hypocrite. Its funny how people are always waiting to point out your mistakes and watch you fall but when you finally manage to do something right, its overlooked. We all struggle to keep up this image that everyone knows us as and then we say we build up our own walls. Well you know what? Those walls may look like your own but they were never built by you. They were built by the people around you. Take a closer look at them and you'll realise that those bricks are marked with their weaknesses and insecurities and everything they never wanted you to become. Well now it seems too late doesn't it. There are way too many walls and not enough bridges to get around. And we find ourselves stuck behind them with no one left...

"I was in the seventh grade when I first saw you, and I fell in love with your hazel brown eyes, messy hair and silly jokes.I fell in love with your terrible puns, stunning cheekbones and your senseless talks. I fell in love with you, completely, but dear little did I know that I must never fall in love cause everything that falls breaks.My little heart was broken into a million pieces, I wanted to follow my heart but it's in a million pieces which piece should I follow? I wanted to get over you but how, cause when I'm alone the sound of our silence engulfs me and suddenly beautiful old memories of us come back to me.I swear, I tried to forget you but those memories are forever stuck,trapped in my soul. Those nights are forever jailed in all four chambers of my heart. I'm angry but I still miss you. I'm broken but I still love you..... and no matter how hard you try to pull the ocean back it will never stop kissing the shore ; no matter how high the sky rises it...

As she switched off the last glowing light bulb making the room unbearably black, the dim glow from the crescent shaped moon poured in through the windows. Instinctively, she lit a candle and climbed upon the high risen desk to soak in the perfection that nights sky had created. A dark blue fading into a light purple with wispy clouds. It always fascinated her how things seemed so effortlessly beautiful. These were the nights- no homework or anything to do in particular. Just her, her wild imagination and thoughts she often drowned into. If only someone came along and told her that she alone could save herself from falling into her cracks. The sky didn't have much to offer. But she never complained. The smallest things caught her eye and the simplest things were cherished. Being attentive wasn’t her strongest point either...every other thing soon became a distraction. But don’t judge too soon. She wasn’t always this way. Years ago, an innocent girl existed, with everything she e...

A Short Story... You looked at me with those deep brown eyes for the seventh time that night...but it wasn't passion, it was more of a painful nervousness. My eyes asked you if everything was okay but you looked away. I searched for your legs from under the table but you had tucked them inside your chair. Communication wasn't really an option with our families around so I had no other choice other than sleeping on it until the next day. "Is it me?", I asked almost innocently. You gazed into my eyes for almost a minute before you bent down to kiss me. It felt like you were longing to hold me but something held you back. It was the first time that day that I noticed the tears in your eyes. Your hands were trembling. You wanted to say something but couldn't bring yourself to do so. "write it down.", I whispered softly. You shook your head. "Wanna walk?", you asked. We walked twenty minutes into the woods until you finally spoke up. "I...

          “Just one big idea. One big idea, and we can change the world." {This was when our blog was  anonymous} You know those days when you get into a c ompletely creative and excited mood to such an extent that you believe you could literally move mountains if you made an effort to? Yeah. That. Today's one of those days. Where I woke up like any other person would but got smacked in the face by a whole lot of inspiration in the middle of my day. So now that we've gotten that cleared out, I present to you the outcome of all that inspiration- BRICOLEUR. For those wondering 'what it means' and possibly 'why it sounds like a chronic disease' it's actually a French word that stands for someone who starts building something with no clear plan, adding bits here and there, cobbling together. which is the definition of this blog (literally). BRICOLEUR is about going with the flow and expressing yourself in all ways possible. Somet...