The Day I Met God.I met God one evening.
The funny thing is, i wasn't wanting to find him.

                        ask anything.

God was smoking.
"Why are you smoking?"

                         "I'm God Kalea, i'm stressed."

We sat atop a big balcony and watched his creations move.
"They're so beautiful", God was breathing hard.
But I know they aren't. they aren't. they aren't.

reflections.
I watched you destroy
by destroy, i mean explode
and exploding is the easy way out.

I'd rather burst into flames, the heroic way.

i made a puzzle out of our faces
i glued it together, i could never put your eyes together
nothing ever fit there was always a speck of something reflecting in the pupil.

but it was never me.

i'd hold your hand
but you told me holding onto someone was needy
"you hold onto life" i said,

or did you?

i picked up your favorite marble and threw it across the room
i watched you sit there, and stare at it rolling farther and farther away
i watched you let it go

you'd let me go, but n

bipolar hearts.we use to watch Fight Club together, because she said that it made her feel a little less alone, and i could never reply so i held her in my lap.

and she told me she was kalea's dizzy mind.

and in real life, you would think nothing of anything really, because she watches the birds fly just like you do. the morning rises on the same side of her window, and she can watch the clock tick away hours, just like you.

and she told me she was kalea's spinal cord.

i watched her pick at her fingernails for too long, and alway

creation.God is a scientist.
he has a lab with tiny viles and tubes
in some of them are people parts

            there is never enough of hearts.

he has trouble putting some of the parts together
you have a crooked nose
and i can't make decisions

            but at least i have a conscious

he created too many creations
there is a deadline
when they reach it, they die.

            they don't die really, just move up into the sky.

I think that God put my heart wher

trains wreck, ships sink.
Listen:
to speak quite clearly, i'm a train wreck that hasn't happened.
i can feel the people franitcally running around inside my heart
and when I bend forward, I feel mothers grasping their childrens hands.

i don't want to be alone.
-

Listen:
i'd like to not pray 50 times a night for you
for something you can't hear or feel
but somehow, it calms my train wreck
passengers have something to hold onto

i always wear my seatbelt.
-

Everytime I hold your hand it feels 1000 lbs. too heavy
i pretend you pass your life into me
it makes me feel like i could live forever

i wish i could e

She glows.
I think that every heartbeat is a plea to be heard
Beat one: I need you.
Beat two: You don't need me.
-

there is probably a reason why girls are the ones who wear makeup.
such as we tend to show our hurt more.
lies can't be seen beneath the foundation
you call it makeup
i call it coverup.
Beat: I don't want you to look underneath me.
-

i use to catch fireflys and throw them to the ground and watch as they glowed
i hope that when I die, i'll explode into a glowing galaxy.

Beat: I wonder if you'd kill me just to watch me glow.

-

those people that have irregular heartbeats,
i won

lightening bolt eyes.he has lightening bolt eyes and one fucking killer smile.

   let me introduce you to whom i call "fire-fly."

he has ice white skin and something about the way his hair falls that makes me wish mine would conform to such a beauty.

   looking at you for so long makes me feel. Really feel.

he calls them fire-flies but i say lightening bugs.
fire burns hot against his skin, and i can feel the heat in his heart
but lightening bolt eyes can destroy you.

   but god, it's so beautiful first, but only at first.

he calls me his "freckled girl" and i call him my heart
and he says that i shine undern

watching you spin.you're a disco dancing, drama queen with dirty hair and the permanent smell of stale cigarettes. but god, are you beautiful, twisting and dancing under circular lights,

and vomiting when you're done.(acid does some crazy shit)

your hair was once blonde and beautiful like your eyes, but now it's laying in clumps almost everywhere, because you fucking pull out a strand whenever i'm around, i don't know why i do that to you.

but i never really ever offer to leave, either.

there's that one song that i always hear you listening to, it's the same old shit about love and loss and never being able to forget that special someone, i use to ge

her.she is one hundred percent alone, minus him.

meet her.

she has milk white skin, and jagged bones. her eyes are pale and soft, and could make you surrender under her breath (and they will.)

every night she goes to sleep with a man who touches her, and she feels sick. and she wishes he'd just leave the hair in her face.

(because it's easier to hide tears that way.)

she dreams at night.

her milky skin is spilling over unfamiliar fingers. the freckles on her back match the ones in his eyes, and she feels safe. she offers him her heart, and he closes it into a box.

(she wakes up feeling nine

monotony.we went to vegas. you drove and i pressed myself against the side of the door and breathed out pictures onto your window. you planned to make it big, and i planned to make it a memory. i fell asleep through the city of lights, and it was then i decided that christmas didn't feel the same, and your hands were always cold, even through your gloves.

i sat on the hotel bed and thought of how many people sat exactly where i was. you were in the bathroom buttoning up your shirt. i clenched mine so tightly closed my back pressed through the fabric. this was when i decided this is what suffocating was like. you were talking to me but i only remember

Catching Paper Holes.
We use to sit on the porch and watch stars. Well, I watched them and all you could do was laugh and say how they looked like little tiny holes that people had pierced through God's heart with their sins and lies.
I hate it when you ruin pretty things.

-

" I hate freckles, they're like mistakes made on paper you can't erase."
I was almost sure you knew that I have freckles.

-

You said sometimes you feel like you're running into the sky and when you fall, you fall into my arms and sink.
I wanted to tell you, that if I fell from the sky, I'm pretty sure I would sink into nothing.
You can't catch anything.

-

We went to the carnival,

people ornaments.
i've always wondered if you could hang people like ornaments
pick out your favorites
and lace them around the tree.

you're in the front because you're the prettiest.

i'd wrap up memories and place them under the tree
people ornaments could watch their life in replay
and they could move around if they'd like

except you, because you're the prettiest.

when it comes time to put away the people ornaments
i'd wrap them carefully in old shirts and paper
i'd hide you in my pocket though, so no one could see you

because you're the prettiest.

i'd cry when i b

salt.she has tiny bird bones and her skin wraps around her like seran wrap. she shivers in the summer and her mother is there to remind her that this is no way to live. at dinner she eats until she wants to burst. she keeps the salt underneath her bed and pours it into her water bottle. it's taking longer for her to make the monsters leave her body.

but don't worry, they always do.

her fingers shake while opening her locker, what did she have for breakfast again? wheat toast with jam - 85 calories, one piece of juicy fruit - 5 calories. the students watch her walk, a picture of shattered glass, but she's not concerned because a size

inadequate science.and for you, i write.
there are three times when the clock stops and my eyes open.

1:00

-

there's something i want to say to you, but it stops in my throat and i can't form the words
remember when our skin created valleys, and hills on the bedsheets?
i counted your freckles and you smiled because I was too impatient to finish
my throat finally clears and my lips begin to form, but you're always gone.
always.

5:00

-

if i could tell you something quietly
it would be that i've never seen something so beautiful
my skin pulls towards yours and i crawl over your milky bones
you were on top of me, then my eyes closed,
i can't rememb

melting point.
I'd like to get you off my chest
to heave one big cough, and you'd be gone
being alone is a lot like being sick

when i have you, i can't stand you.

I'd like to laugh at things you say
to feel something inside from you
laughing is a lot like lying

it's always at someones expense.

you always said you wished you could die young
to be living beautiful, and die beautiful
living is a lot like a puzzle

you cut people out, and they still don't fit.

I'd like to lay in the freezing snow and watch it engulf my body heat
to be completely cove

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by ~create-illusions, Feb 5, 2009, 4:54:31 PM
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_{What do you say to the lonliest man in the world?
"I think you're doing the best you can."
but in my mind it played past tense.

          the best you could.

For awhile I had this sudden urge to hold onto God's hand.
I wonder how long it had been since someone comforted him.
This time, I shifted, uncomfortably.
"It's okay, Kalea. You don't have to."

          for some reason I forgot that he knew every moment.

God got up, and walked to the edge of the balcony
i watched him grab the purple clouds and pull them closer to us
"Kalea, do you know what it's like to destroy?"

          Yes God, I do.

I knew he could read my mind, but instead I said
"Do you?"
I watched God pull the clouds back and let them fly across the sky
God walked back to the balcony wall and held his head in his hands.

                Yes Kalea, I do

"Kalea do you remember when you fell and cut your knee open?"
I thought of course I do, I had to get stitches, instead I just nodded my head.
"That night you said, 'God, you let me fall.'"

                     I always say things I don't mean.

We sat in silence
How do you sit in silence with God, you ask?
It's almost easier than talking.

                    It was a moment where you go blank. blank. blank.

I felt the purple clouds turn into smoke
it was suffocating.
"It's about time, I got home.."
Just then I felt the heaviest hand in the world, placed on top of mine.

                     "Kalea, don't let me fall anymore.}

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*unordinalwhimsey May 2, 2012 Student General Artist

I don't get the last line. Kalea, don't let me fall anymore? Is that implying that God is falling and he's asking Kalea to not let him fall?

~lioking Jul 12, 2010

Its a piece that I have to struggle to define.

All I can say for sure is that its a great piece and a true work of art

One of the lines that stick through My head
"Kalea, don't let me fall anymore."
Really Touching

~WorthlessxFate May 30, 2010

You're an artist
You paint pictures with words
This is beautiful

~glorinand Aug 13, 2009

I didn't really like the first part so much, but this one carries the point, it seems.

I have copied the words: "Kalea, don't let me fall anymore," into my diary. Beautiful.

~TheFanFicAuthor Jul 19, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Another great piece. Excellent work! *adds to collection*

~create-illusions Jul 20, 2009

thanky ou

~TheFanFicAuthor Jul 20, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

You're very welcome! ^^

~BlazesStarGirl Apr 10, 2009 Hobbyist Digital Artist

i love it. wat day were you refering to?

~create-illusions Apr 11, 2009

_{any day}

~BlazesStarGirl Apr 11, 2009 Hobbyist Digital Artist

ah gotcha i was just wonderin if you had some sort of experience

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