Frigid

I often feel
cold
and detached
You see this
in what I say
Or more
in what I write.
Cold
So very cold
and numb.
Clinical.
Sterile.
Just deliver the message
And leave you empty.
It's freezing
And these are my words
So...
      So...
C
  o
    l
      d.

So Very Dry

My tears are dry
I can only cry
I cannot speak
I cannot ask for my family
I am lonely
I am a failure
I cannot face them
I cannot speak
I...
    I...
Crying.
The tears are back
My voice is still gone
I am gone
Alone
And Failing
And Disappointing
I...
    failure...
              crying...
I am only crying
How many times...
Will the tears dry up...
                        and then start again.
So far away
Not here
Not here at all
I...
    I...
        I...
I am alone
Alone.
All...

                   alone

Naming Lightning

(Please excuse my horrible handwriting in the photo)
So I think I've got my lightning girl's name at least halfway figured out.She's definitely going to be Rela Nicole 'Something'. I just need to figure out if I like Rela Castro, Rela Ruiz, Rela Vidal, or Rela Cohen better. I don't think I like Cohen as much as the others. Perhaps I'll look up the meanings of the other three names and see if that helps me decide. Anyone have any opinions on these names/ideas?

Lightning in a Strange World

So here's another drawing of my lightning girl this time digital and a back view. I'm thinking there's definiely going to be some dimension type travel in this story but there's a lot of world building that still needs to be done on that front. On another note I think I'm going to solidify this girl's in story age as 11 years old.

Icicles

Made in Photoshop CC

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Snowman

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Sympathy

Hopeless

Pathetic

Lost

        all

             fight

No will to

                 fight

They never even

                                    pushed you

                                                         You just

                                                                         fell

Hopeless

                    Pathetic

No one pushed you

                                     You just fell

                          down

No

       will

               to

                    get

                          up

Just keep on

                            existing

In guilt

            for being

                                 useless

by your own doing

                                             Your own

                         lack of will

Hiding

                                     and

Broken

For no good reason

You isolate

                       yourself

Because of your

                                failure

That you know wouldn’t happen

If you hadn’t

                      fallen

On your own

                      accord

Without any

                      push

To

      give

              up

                   your

                             will

Hopeless

                      Pathetic

And deserves

No

Sympathy

My Painted World Of Colors

Bring my world alive with color
Find the pattern where I will thrive
That will take me high into the sky
A sky of bright blue pastels
Help me make my pattern of paint
A rainbow of hues bright and alive

I struggle to keep my world alive
I’ve let my world become gray in color
And now I’m crying over fading paint
My world cries out as it ceases to thrive
My beautiful hues turn into a dull pastel
My once bright blues now make a muddy red sky

Why won’t you help me repaint my sky
And bring this place back alive
And make bright again my blue pastels
Why won’t you help me fix my colors
Why won’t you help my world to thrive
And help to brighten my fading paint

My world is melting into a swirl of black paint
A pitch black arrow has torn my sky
Painted songbird takes a dive it cannot thrive
Like hot wax this place will melt alive
My world is hopeless now for color
And now I see none but one pastel

Now it’s gone that last pastel
And now it seems you’ve hid my paint
It seems you never cared for my color
I should have known as things faded from my sky
You never cared if my world was alive
You never wanted me to thrive

Now I struggle to survive and wish to thrive
And wish to see again my bright pastels
And wish to see again my world alive
With splashes and splatters of beautiful paint
With bright hues of blue high in my sky
I wish, I wish to see my vibrant colors

I don’t know how to stay alive
I cannot find a way to thrive
My world fell apart, no pastels, no color, and you stole my paint

Snowflake

Made in Photoshop CC

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Wind

Made in Photoshop CC

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