http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:sierrasiss&section=today deviantART RSS for by:sierrasiss en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Mon, 21 Dec 2009 05:30:39 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/28557959/ http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/28557959/ Tue, 24 Nov 2009 21:35:57 PST Miss-Deathwish's
31 Writing Prompts. Normally, I don't have the patience or commitment to do these kind of things, but I've been feeling particularly odd lately, so I decided that it would probably the healthiest thing I've done in quite a while.
So let us have some fun with this. Here's the list of the 31 prompts, just so you can see. Links to my submissions for each prompt will be right beside it.

01. letter - [link]
02. sticks and stones - [link]
03. birthday
04. immortal
05. circus
06. abandoned
07. nosebleed
08. mother [or father, or both]
09. sunrise
10. distraction
11. habit
12. fuck
13. love
14. waste
15. skinny
16. eyes
17. white noise
18. impulse
19. addiction
20. desecrate
21. death
22. low
23. heartbeat
24. first kiss
25. tomorrow
26. sweet
27. fog [or mist]
28. can't
29. village
30. time
31. forget

]]> ~sierrasiss http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/28538376/ http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/28538376/ Mon, 23 Nov 2009 21:19:08 PST And here we are.
Team Edward.
or
Team Jacob.
...
...
...
OR, introducing the newest contender!
-drumroll pleasseee-

Team Victoria - Kill the girl, kill the vampire, and kill the freaking werewolf while you're at it.



Oh gosh - sincerely, Your Royal Lameness. D:

]]> ~sierrasiss http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/27876358/ http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/27876358/ Tue, 20 Oct 2009 17:20:27 PDT
Who were they?

]]> ~sierrasiss http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/24050591/ http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/24050591/ Sat, 04 Apr 2009 00:25:09 PDT But you're falling apart at the speed of light.
You know the things that nobody knows,
You go the places nobody goes.



Things are confusing. One minute, I'm on a path of destruction, the next, I swing back to thinking about other people and how -they- feel. Everything is just so raw, exposed - like a cut that just won't heal over. But I don't know how I got cut. It just appeared one day, and emotions started pouring out in the form of blood.

It feels, sometimes, like nobody wants me around. As though, if I have nothing to offer, I'm just taking up space, and using up everybody elses air. I stare at people with an empty gaze, and on the occasions that they look back at me, it's with a look of disgust, as though I shouldn't be there. Maybe I shouldn't.

I've become a moth. I flutter around shining lights, because maybe if they can shine their light on me, I'll be a bit brighter. I'm not nearly as graceful as a butterfly. The dust on my wings keeps me weighed down, closer to the ground. I blend in well when pressed against a wall, and more than often, you just pass on by, because I am invisible.

My mind no longer filters dangerous thoughts. It welcomes them with banners and balloons, asking if they brought along risky cousins. But my body protests, writhing against invisible forces that push me to become somebody that I don't recognize. I'm unsure of who I am, or where I am going.

]]> ~sierrasiss http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/23391807/ http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/23391807/ Wed, 25 Feb 2009 00:31:14 PST
Another thing. Why is it so hard to admit that you're wrong?

It just sucks, not being good enough. Ever. At anything.

]]> ~sierrasiss http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/23373289/ http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/23373289/ Mon, 23 Feb 2009 22:24:08 PST
Then, I think about the shallower things in life. About how Carly is suck a freaking liar. And how I sometimes stare at the back of her head - glaring, of course - and think about taking my Biology book to her head. Or, one of those freaky metal fold-up chairs. And then, I think about how I thought these same things about Kayla. About how I would just love to be rid of her. It's scary when these thoughts come around. You begin to think about your true intentions - could you really do that to a person? Would you - or is it just this fantasy that lives inside your head? As I sit there in English, wallowing in Envy, assuring my place in Hell, I regret thinking these things. If somebody could read minds, my mind would be like a Stephen King book. Big, long, intimidating, and often scary.

Have you ever seen the Beanie Baby cat - Kaleidoscope? I think it's one of the most interesting ones. It's like looking into somebody's brain. You may think it would represent the inners of somebody's 'heart,' but when you think about it, the matters of the heart are not that complicated. The only reason people make it so complex is because of stupid hormones.

But who am I to talk? I'm a stupid, moronic teenager.

]]> ~sierrasiss http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/22456359/ http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/22456359/ Wed, 07 Jan 2009 16:42:20 PST
And - which way is worse?

I think I can safely assume that I am a Type-2 self destructee. It's a sad day when you can come to that conclusion. You probably want to know what has made me 'self destructive,' huh? Well, that makes two of us. To answer that question, though, you'd have to know how I am self destructive. I'm not sure I want to actually write that down, though; it seems that if I do that, it will be all too real, and you know how people say that if you write something down it becomes immortalized or something? Well, maybe f I write it down, somebodywill find out? To state the obvious, that woud be a bit destructive. HOWEVER - not completely SELF destructive, unless I TELL somebody about this...

Oh. Duh.

I mean, it's not really a secret... Just something that I don't particularly want anybody to know. Not that it's so unnatural... I bet it's really quite common.

I just don't know. I guess it's embarrassing - kind of. I'd be more nervous than embarrassed given I EVER said anything... However, I know WHYI am/have been 'self destructive.' I guess I just need to figure out how I got like this... Is there a difference? I think there is.

Oh Well. Ignore this - I'm just getting myself all frustrated.

]]> ~sierrasiss http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/22387913/ http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/22387913/ Sun, 04 Jan 2009 06:11:45 PST
Yeah - a shamwich. What IS a shamwich, might you inquire? Well, I've yet to come up with a full out definition for it, but it's not good, that's for shiz.

Anyways, I just thought to update this. Not that anybody reads it besides one person. If anybody else besides that person reads it - I would find it odd.

ANYWAYS. It's four days into 2009. Your welcome, I tend to state the obvious a lot when in dire need of sleep. I go back to school tomorrow, and am feeling a bit more... stable (?) about life. Despite the fact that I am at war with many things.

My brother has decided to rage war upon me. -.- He set off three stink bombs -literally- in my bathroom yesterday. Dumb Jeremy forgot to close the bathroom vent, so, of course, now the whole house smells like rotton eggs. Idiot. Now, I am going to set one off in his room. Let him live with the stench.

Secondly, just myself. I've realized - I can't trust anybody. Not even my own family. It's a tragic day when that day comes. And, I've come to see that everybody has a secret, everybody has a story, and a past. Duh - but WHO KNEW? I sure didn't, and I'm having a tad trouble coping.

Well, seeing as how New Years just passed, I may as well go on about the whole resolutions thing. Get it over with. I actually have a few resolutions, and I actually plan on keeping them this year. First, is that I plan on raising my GPA, and get involved in more after school activities and extra curriculars. HOWEVER - I am dropping the Writing Club, for many reasons. I liked the writing club, I did. And it's not as though I'm about to stop writing or anything, I just don't want to spend my Advisement periods in a classroom where the only person I want to talk to is the teacher. We barely write in there, and when we do, I only come up with things that I rip up in the end. And, the main reason I'm dropping the club is because it's at the same time as Art Club. Even though I'm not about to stop writing, I don't doubt that I would much rather be involved in art activities than writing right now. Another resolution is that I -well, you don't need to know about that. Nevermind.

So. That's it. As for the piano complications of the last week, I've finally covered righty-lefty difficilities. Yes - I know that is not a word. And... Well, I've yet to make the first video, but I've got an idea - it's not a typical 'OMG, 1ST VIDEO' thing, but, that doesn't matter - right?

A BIENTOT-

SMH

]]> ~sierrasiss http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/22007583/ http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/22007583/ Mon, 15 Dec 2008 23:27:57 PST
I have yet to mention this to my father. I don't know what he expects me to be when I do get a career - an accountant? A doctor? I can honestly say that I'll -never- be an accountant or a doctor. I think he expects me to grow up and work for a big newspaper, lead journalist or something. Sure, I like writing - love writing - but I'm not a journalist. I write poetry, stories, not news-worthy pieces. No - that's what Kaye does, that's what Kaye is good at. As for my father's idea that I'm gonna write a best seller, he can burn that dream. I've never been completely committed to writing, it's just a hobby.

Art, however, is something that I've always been part of, since I was a little kid. My walls are lined with drawings and paintings, dozens of sketchbooks shoved into dresser drawers. If he expects me to go to Princeton or something, well... That's not happening.

Anyways..... That was a bit rant-y. Sorry, just had to write something about that pent up frustration.

]]> ~sierrasiss http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/21940618/ http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/21940618/ Fri, 12 Dec 2008 00:29:08 PST
It's not as though -I- told myself that I was uncreative, no. It was phrased like this, "Elise, if you could draw as well as Sierra, you'd be brilliant. Sierra, if you had Elise's ideas, you'd be brilliant."

I'm not sure who was more insulted in the end, Elise or I. Elise is a great artist - she just takes a long time. Does that mean I'm just mediocre? Probably. It takes a long time for me to get the hint of a good idea, and even then, it's not that great.

So, what's better in the end - creativity, or ability?


-SMH

]]> ~sierrasiss http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/21713642/ http://sierrasiss.deviantart.com/journal/21713642/ Fri, 28 Nov 2008 10:37:30 PST
One, is that, I'm just not a good artist. But, I am. I think so, at least.
Or is it that I do not draw or take pictures of things that people are interested in? 'Cause, really - who is interested in looking at a picture I drew for my art class? Or, a picture of a stream, or a tree? I wouldn't be interested in looking at a stream. Unless it was all cool and photomanipulated. Well, I still wouldn't be interested in it.

Actually, I really don't care.

WHOO.

Random. Maybe I still have a bit of a headache from last night. Maybe not. Whatever.

Hasta-
SMH

]]> ~sierrasiss