Tomorrow,
Tomorrow I will write again, a story of the way,
We live, and the things we say,
Tomorrow, when I wake, I'll live what I worried about today,
Tomorrow, the promise of it hangs in the air and before me it stays,
Something to reach out to and find my way,
Tomorrow I will smile and not walk away,
Finding strength to do what I couldn't yesterday,
Because as you know, Tomorrow is a brand new day...
Thursday, 7 August 2008
Thursday, 15 May 2008
We are the waiting....
The evening brought a cold that not even this part of town could handle. The streets were brought to life as eyes peeked through blinds, and seeing the white slowly building up, they crept tentively out of doors and touched. Their hands recoiling with the realness of it, something they had been wishing for over such a long period of time, they had forgotten how it looked, how it felt as it landed on their skin, how it tasted as it melted on their tongues. Eyes lit up as each memory box was filled with the image and smiles grew on faces. Even if it didn’t last, they had it for that night, and so they celebrated.
I had never understood the way they lived.
Tuesday, 6 May 2008
Living life like its going out of style...
A cry of laughter eminated from the corner of the room and i found myself watching the couple huddled there. The girl was stunning. Brunette with a hint of red when the light hit it, her eyes drew me to her as if they held secrets i wanted to know. She caught my eye and i held her gaze for only a few seconds before dropping mine to the floor. She was everything i wanted to be, but my chestnut curls failed to match up with her silky straight tresses. My own orbes appeared dim and lack lustre in comparison. My mind had taken the image of her and planted it in my brain. Over the following days i spent hours perfecting her, i had the image almost finished. It was perfectly shadowed down to the dimples on her cheeks and the button shape of her nose.
I was obsessing, but i couldn't see it. All that was on my mind was this image. She was my Ophelia, my Aphrodite and my Venus. She was the innocent juliette, and the great temptress rolled into one. I didn't want to see her again but i had to, to finish this work. I had to know her, to find her inner soul, her personality. It was the only dimension missing and i was not going to let it stay that way.
I had asked around those at the party if they knew where i could find her. To my relief i was told where she would be, which was why i could be found in a local coffee shop the following day. I found a comfortable sofa in the corner and sat, nursing a latte while conspiciously behind my drawing jotter.
She spotted me instantly and shimmied over with a tall mug in hand.
"It's on the house..." she beamed at me. A smile so wide that i wanted to crawl into her head, find the reason behind it and take it for myself. I did not like her, this was a fact, but i had this urge to be around her. I was drawn to her. We exchanged pleasantries for a few moments before she was called to wait on another table. I was able to watch from afar again.
I was obsessing, but i couldn't see it. All that was on my mind was this image. She was my Ophelia, my Aphrodite and my Venus. She was the innocent juliette, and the great temptress rolled into one. I didn't want to see her again but i had to, to finish this work. I had to know her, to find her inner soul, her personality. It was the only dimension missing and i was not going to let it stay that way.
I had asked around those at the party if they knew where i could find her. To my relief i was told where she would be, which was why i could be found in a local coffee shop the following day. I found a comfortable sofa in the corner and sat, nursing a latte while conspiciously behind my drawing jotter.
She spotted me instantly and shimmied over with a tall mug in hand.
"It's on the house..." she beamed at me. A smile so wide that i wanted to crawl into her head, find the reason behind it and take it for myself. I did not like her, this was a fact, but i had this urge to be around her. I was drawn to her. We exchanged pleasantries for a few moments before she was called to wait on another table. I was able to watch from afar again.
Tuesday, 29 April 2008
The sunlight beats down on me as i run, my chest expanding and tightening with each breath. My footfall heavy and slow, rythmic. I hear my voice, quiet and wobbly counting my steps and the people i pass look at me with intrigue and confusion. My hair was flowing loosely around my shoulders, the auburn curls bouncing with my movement. My perfectly made up face felt cool and the breeze felt good against my skin. My high heels began to rub against my feet and i pause to discard them. My bare feet hitting the asphalt i don't even feel the stones digging into my soles...
The Vision
I'm just out of reach.
You're fingers are stretching out to me.
Clasping.
I'm slipping away.
Cold.
Clouds surrounding me.
I can't see you.
Calling out.
Screaming.
Scrambling.
Too late.
You've gone again.
You're ghostlike form fading.
Like you were never here at all.
Sinking.
On my knees.
Face in my hands.
The vision is gone for another night.
You're fingers are stretching out to me.
Clasping.
I'm slipping away.
Cold.
Clouds surrounding me.
I can't see you.
Calling out.
Screaming.
Scrambling.
Too late.
You've gone again.
You're ghostlike form fading.
Like you were never here at all.
Sinking.
On my knees.
Face in my hands.
The vision is gone for another night.
Thursday, 3 April 2008
Lets try a little something new...
Foul wech, woe to thee maiden
Perchance thou know vile slander
Decieve thy friend, but ne'er measure poison out for me
Oh winter villain, like a peasant woman, SPEAK!
Methinks thine melancholy manner is a perilous art
What vulgar bosom wilt tempt this idle drunkard
Full always of discontent, never wanton as she is
Dream therefore and herein i shall no more have mercy
Only bestow upon you a curse
Make haste loathsome lady or death is fair and soon at hand for thee
Perchance thou know vile slander
Decieve thy friend, but ne'er measure poison out for me
Oh winter villain, like a peasant woman, SPEAK!
Methinks thine melancholy manner is a perilous art
What vulgar bosom wilt tempt this idle drunkard
Full always of discontent, never wanton as she is
Dream therefore and herein i shall no more have mercy
Only bestow upon you a curse
Make haste loathsome lady or death is fair and soon at hand for thee
Wednesday, 2 April 2008
Put on the show face, show them what you've got....
Cold hands. He placed them on my bare stomach and i stifled a scream. He laughed, "payback". His brown eyes sparkled under the streetlight, reflecting. An eyebrow raised he finally lifted them off and i wriggled away. Brushing my fringe away and out of my eyes i attempted to pout but my ability to keep a straight face eluded me. I looked at my watch, the blue back light shone seven forty-five. "We're going to be late if we don't hurry!" i dragged him back through the black stage door and into the run down venue.
I stood on the steps leading up to the stage. The lights were low and i could hear the crescendo of chatter beyond. I took a look at the crowd, doused in shadow, and saw no familiar faces. My heart beat faster. The room was almost full and the technician caught my eye, giving me my cue.
I took the first steps hesitantly. My hands were clammy and as i walked i wiped them on my skirt nervously. The fabric was warm, soft, comforting. I stopping walking, my fingers gripped the microphone. The crowd turned expectantly toward the stage, to me, they were looking at me. I did a quick check over my shoulder. The band were ready and waiting for my signal to begin. I closed my eyes and breathed in. Breathed out. Tapping my foot i put on the show face. "And in a one, two, one, two, three, four..."
As we walked off stage and thundered down the stairs, Brent still thumped away at the kit hidden at the back of the stage, rounding off an amazing set. I let out a long breath. Adrenaline coursing through my veins and my heart beating a million times a minute. "Can we do it again now..?" i garbled. We reached the end of the corridor and the drums finally died away. We were joined shortly afterward by Brent in the poky room they referred to as a "dressing room".
The walls were painted white but it was obviously well over a decade since it had last seen a fresh coat. The colour was now a putrid looking yellow colour with lines of dark brown in the corner of the room where mould was growing. There was a sofa in the corner, and although it looked questionable, i had previously thrown a cover over it so when we returned would be slightly more welcoming. It was onto this cover that i now flopped, breathing out and kicking my feet a little- a vague attempt at trying to get rid of my excess energy. I propped myself up on my elbow and took a long gulp from the water bottle i'd put on the table next to it. The ice cold liquid almost restoring my vocal chords immediately from their workout... (to be continued)
I stood on the steps leading up to the stage. The lights were low and i could hear the crescendo of chatter beyond. I took a look at the crowd, doused in shadow, and saw no familiar faces. My heart beat faster. The room was almost full and the technician caught my eye, giving me my cue.
I took the first steps hesitantly. My hands were clammy and as i walked i wiped them on my skirt nervously. The fabric was warm, soft, comforting. I stopping walking, my fingers gripped the microphone. The crowd turned expectantly toward the stage, to me, they were looking at me. I did a quick check over my shoulder. The band were ready and waiting for my signal to begin. I closed my eyes and breathed in. Breathed out. Tapping my foot i put on the show face. "And in a one, two, one, two, three, four..."
As we walked off stage and thundered down the stairs, Brent still thumped away at the kit hidden at the back of the stage, rounding off an amazing set. I let out a long breath. Adrenaline coursing through my veins and my heart beating a million times a minute. "Can we do it again now..?" i garbled. We reached the end of the corridor and the drums finally died away. We were joined shortly afterward by Brent in the poky room they referred to as a "dressing room".
The walls were painted white but it was obviously well over a decade since it had last seen a fresh coat. The colour was now a putrid looking yellow colour with lines of dark brown in the corner of the room where mould was growing. There was a sofa in the corner, and although it looked questionable, i had previously thrown a cover over it so when we returned would be slightly more welcoming. It was onto this cover that i now flopped, breathing out and kicking my feet a little- a vague attempt at trying to get rid of my excess energy. I propped myself up on my elbow and took a long gulp from the water bottle i'd put on the table next to it. The ice cold liquid almost restoring my vocal chords immediately from their workout... (to be continued)
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