tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51479019908127766192024-02-08T02:01:04.639-08:00KNIFE made with LOLLIPOP STICKSHolly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comBlogger198125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-63586316563603126302013-09-12T15:41:00.000-07:002013-09-12T15:41:10.191-07:00ONCEWhat once was green now stands bare.<br />
What once was risen high is seen trodden low.<br />
What once was bloomed now wilts and blends.<br />
What once was mine is now at its end.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-3261111600993593732013-08-05T15:23:00.001-07:002013-08-05T15:23:40.094-07:00FORGIVE FORGETSometimes we hold onto things that are so meaningless, so unnecessary, and so pointless. All they do is ruin and destroy. Old baggage can do that. It's so useless to carry it on your back, when it should have been tossed aside so many years ago. Sometimes it's so hard to finally get the courage to forgive someone, and it's even harder to finally ask someone to forgive you. How grateful I am for Jesus Christ and the power of the Atonement. He sacrificed so much so that way we can have a way to come back to His and Heavenly Father's presence with a pure heart and without any of that baggage pushing upon our shoulders. How wonderful that is, to forgive and forget. But how even more miraculous it is to be forgiven and your actions forgotten.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-63932591916015503332013-07-15T15:06:00.000-07:002013-09-16T14:50:12.558-07:00FLASHESBoom.<br />
They quickly turn, trying to find the source of the constant sounds.<br />
Crack.<br />
It was now coming from another direction.<br />
Whoosh.<br />
A bright flash lights up the room, opening their eyes for only a second.<br />
Thud.<br />
The sounds and flashes are getting louder and more spastic now.<br />
Creak.<br />
They huddle close together while I silently stand watching. They don't know I'm here and I want to keep it that way.<br />
Smack.<br />
Fear is starting to cause anger and annoyance in some as they yell back, frightening the rest in the group.<br />
Whack.<br />
It is completely dark now, not a sound can be heard besides a pitiful whimpering from some.<br />
And then I took my exit.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-46126681255546437292013-06-19T09:15:00.000-07:002013-09-16T14:46:08.753-07:00IRONICHow ironic it is to think that all people want is to be included. To feel like they are loved and that they belong somewhere in the world. Somewhere in this vastness, there is a spot for them. Now here is the ironic part, at the same time independence and being different is important. To be their own self with their own identity. To be an individual person, with characteristics that separate them from the rest. But this must be done while trying to fit in. Trying to conform, trying to belong somewhere, trying to be different, trying to be original and unique. All at the same time.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-74481995634234332642013-05-27T17:30:00.000-07:002013-09-16T14:44:50.480-07:00HADI had put so much into that thought. I had checked my sources and ran through the different lines to use. I had rough drafted the idea in my head, deciding on my certain pauses and word choices. I had nervously raised my hand, despite my shaking and shyness. I had let my words flow, stuttering over my final draft. I had offered myself to the lions, and all they did was throw me away without even a nibble.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-14106690797849401882013-04-05T15:34:00.000-07:002013-09-16T14:44:17.159-07:00THOUGHTSSilence makes my mind uneasy so I turn up the music and try to cover up my thoughts. It's as if a bomb had gone off in my head and the impact was deafening. The thoughts, I mean. But the music doesn't cover them up. How could it? They are inside, an inside that doesn't open, no visitors are allowed. The music can't reach that far, it can't penetrate into the sealed room. They weren't bad, mind you, but they were there. Annoyance, worry, anger, betrayal, confusion, confession. It was too much to think with but there was so much that I had to think. I had to try and divide them up into something...Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-71062535803537105582013-03-13T12:49:00.000-07:002013-09-16T14:43:38.259-07:00SHRANKMy heart shrank along with my hand as I pulled it away from his. The look of complete horror and disgust had consumed his face, causing dread in mine. It wouldn't be the same now, never again.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-76530850378292333962013-02-21T08:12:00.000-08:002013-09-16T14:39:12.100-07:00NONo.<br />
I don't want to.<br />
I don't want to go back there.<br />
I can't.<br />
Please.<br />
I can't go there again.<br />
It almost destroyed me before.<br />
I wouldn't survive it again.<br />
I don't want to.<br />
I can't.<br />
Please. <br />
No.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-29354097728221664432013-01-04T13:44:00.000-08:002013-09-16T14:38:40.124-07:00SECONDFor just one second<br />
Her head fell, pushing hair in front of the once bright smile. Her frame hung, shoulders slouching under the pressure.<br />
And then the second was gone.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-3985917470019808902012-12-10T08:30:00.000-08:002013-09-16T14:35:48.727-07:00BOOKThis is a book of which I will write as long as have this thought. The thought that nags and makes me dream of something else. You would think this would be a long book then, if I held this thought in such high esteem. But you would be wrong. For I know it is wrong. And that's all I have to say about my book of thought.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-64959285850442325432012-11-15T15:36:00.000-08:002013-09-16T14:34:51.272-07:00WHATWe had all agreed. The pact was made. But why were we now running? It had been bullet proof. There was nothing lacking from our plan. Well, except for one minor detail. But that’s why we brought him along. We knew it was a risk right from the start, but I don’t think any of us would have imagined this. Now, running through the lengthy corridor I wondered, what happened? What went wrong? To be quite honest, I had no idea. And no thoughts could form in my head but curiosity and sheer panic, as sweat and blood fell down.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-21139029473138194712012-10-30T20:52:00.000-07:002012-10-30T20:52:15.180-07:00DON'T STOPThe stars, plantets, moon, and sun would all be at a loss. None would appreciate their beauty if they were not seen. So what are you doing, standing idly there looking towards the nothingness of stress. Don't simply stop in the middle. You will never see the bright light at the end; instead it will be a constant tease, a dream never be revealed. Some might imposter with a flame, trying to disguise, causing some to think that the end. The sunset must be ridden towards, not simply looked at from a far. In order to get there you must go.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-47727861986647462012012-09-19T08:21:00.000-07:002013-09-16T14:33:40.852-07:00DIDI don't know why I did,<br />
I just know it happened.<br />
I don't know why I would,<br />
I just know that I did.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-71139141441433414162012-08-17T12:11:00.000-07:002013-09-16T14:30:35.127-07:00REGROWWhy are you on my grass, my place?<br />
Why do you trample it so?<br />
Why is there a steady smile across your face?<br />
Now I need to regrow.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-23596816126560479382012-07-05T15:39:00.000-07:002013-09-16T14:28:37.960-07:00WEREN'TYou weren't there!<br />
You didn't see!<br />
You only saw!<br />
You were far!<br />
It wasn't real!<br />
It wasn't your country!<br />
Your town!<br />
Your backyard!<br />
Your life!<br />
You didn't have to pick up the pieces!<br />
You didn't have to stand there!<br />
You didn't have to watch!<br />
You only saw the result!<br />
Not the pain!<br />
Not the fear!<br />
The horror!<br />
The sorrow!<br />
You weren't there!Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-84125147678166710252012-06-17T12:00:00.000-07:002013-09-12T15:56:56.498-07:00COLDAs I walked through the wooded land white swirled all around. And its cold. I firmly tightened my coat and scarf around. But it is cold. The wind causes me to shake and the trees around. And it is cold. My pace starts moving slower as I walk around. It's so cold. And suddenly there is nothing around, but the cold.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-53256724421588289532012-05-23T08:30:00.000-07:002013-09-12T15:55:09.316-07:00AWAYTake me.<br />
Grab me.<br />
Pull me.<br />
To thine end.<br />
Away from this creature<br />
That within me stands.<br />
Take the power of<br />
Which that offends.<br />
Help me to see<br />
With sure eyes<br />
Once again.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-50762636867470019702012-04-05T15:40:00.000-07:002013-09-12T15:52:29.713-07:00LEAVEThat steady smile across your face was once my great delight.<br />
But now I need to leave this place and continue on my flight.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-73493128283357274212012-03-12T10:30:00.000-07:002013-09-12T15:51:44.719-07:00LEVELWhat level? Are you saying my level is low? Are you saying your level is up high? Are you on some horse leading others around? Am I some solider that is following your command? Are you the owner of a big farm? Am I a worker with a sore back? Is it so different, your level and mine?Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-56273201540216587172012-02-23T15:48:00.000-08:002013-09-12T15:49:32.143-07:00HAD BEENSinking in the shadows.<br />
Lying in the dust.<br />
A sort of past that is never mentioned.<br />
A fear that won't be named.<br />
Paths that were once trodden.<br />
Sights that were too much to behold.<br />
And yet they were adored.<br />
Things that had been.<br />
Memories in the sand.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-19775145244874307982012-01-05T13:47:00.000-08:002012-01-05T13:47:14.026-08:00DESPITEThe pain is excruciating. It stings and burns within and out. With fire devouring the very soul, tears and screams explode. It seems like there is no way, no escape, no hope for a better view. But then again, that is always wrong. It is within the mind and the only way to get through it is to realize it. There's that need to realize that despite the hurt now, it will be worth it. So keep up that chin. And despite the fires, despite the agony, despite the heart break, despite whatever happens, walk out with that chin up as a stronger better person than ever imagined.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-58263249546013686862011-12-22T11:55:00.000-08:002011-12-22T11:55:17.832-08:00ALWAYSThey are the ones that are always around.<br />
They are there for you when no one else is.<br />
They are there even if you aren't yourself.<br />
They support and encourage you.<br />
They help you to be your best.<br />
They help you get through your worst.<br />
They cry and laugh with you.<br />
They feel your hurt and pain.<br />
They would do really anything for you.<br />
They are always there and,<br />
They always will be.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-5525452359337086582011-12-20T10:50:00.000-08:002011-12-20T10:50:22.202-08:00AND BUTIt is, therefore it isn't.<br />
It was and then it wasn't.<br />
It speaks but is mute.<br />
It feeds and yet it starves.<br />
It does and it doesn't.<br />
It sees but is blind.<br />
It knew but now knows not.<br />
It's different and it's the same.<br />
It can and really can't.<br />
It hears but is deaf.<br />
And it would if it only could.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-18499746780058814392011-12-19T14:19:00.000-08:002011-12-19T14:20:12.878-08:00UNTOUCHABLE<div class="MsoNormal">There is a pool of water that none should touch, but I washed my face in it. It was so cool and fresh as it tricked down so I lapped it into my mouth. With my thirst fulfilled a hunger set in so I selected a piece of fruit. It was the closest food that I could reach, even though it was from the untouchable tree. But I washed the apple in the pool. The fruit was delicious to taste even though the sight of it looked wrong. The soggy yellow pieces clenches onto my tongue as I made my way to the rip core. Juices fell into the pond as I started to slowly feast on the sweet red center. It left my hands sticky but I washed them in the pool and picked another fruit.</div>Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5147901990812776619.post-19566035142380062532011-12-16T13:29:00.000-08:002011-12-16T13:29:04.927-08:00TOO HAPPYYou're much too happy to be here. Misery is a must. It's a requirement, you know. You're tears are not of sadness. They're not even of pain. And so you don't belong. Now leave while you can. You're far too happy to be here.Holly Hickmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235050257171497194noreply@blogger.com