Splish! Splash! Splish! Splash!
The waves crash down on rocks.
So violent.
The sky growls out thunder.
Louder than silent.
And I just keep wondering...
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Those nice sunny days
Lawrence’s favorite month was April. He liked that time of the year because he loved to watch the flowers bloom in the trees, on the prairies, in the garden that belonged to his grandmother, and even in the cracks of the sidewalks.
During those nice, sunny days, I would sit with him in the park. Often, I would fall asleep, but Lawrence would just laugh and lean against me and we would be in complete peace and silence.
The silence that we’d have together wouldn’t last long, though. We’d be rudely interrupted by a phone call from his cell phone. His father would be asking where he was and why he wasn’t home yet. Lawrence would look at the ground with a displeased look and I’d just smile politely at me as he spoke into the receiver.
His parents weren’t bad people, at least, not that I knew. But they did seem overprotective over their only child. Lawrence, nor I, saw no need for that. We both knew that he was already sixteen years of age and quite capable of taking care of himself.
After walking my friend home, he’d give me a wistful smile that made me think everything would be okay. But the sounds of booming thumps that came, which were his father’s footsteps, made me think otherwise.
Lawrence would see the worry in my face and he’d reply, “Everything’s fine.”
He was such a laid back person, and that to myself was comforting. He was always the one supporting me, and I wondered who it was that supported him. When I tripped and fell, it was Lawrence who would crouch down to my level and help me up. If I ever forgot my wallet or had no money, he’d pay for my share of what I needed and wouldn’t ask to be paid back.
Lawrence was a kind, but quiet person. He’d have no problem talking to me, but some subjects were off limits, especially about his home life. I’d been to his house once before, but that was when his parents were off in a formal party, hosted by the company of where his father worked.
When I saw Lawrence’s room, it was empty and clean, but still elegant. It seemed as if he never touched his room or did anything in it. I could understand, I suppose, because most of the day, we were in the game room and also outside just sitting by his pool.
His house was pretty huge, but he didn’t like talking about it or anything else like that, that could’ve separated us into two different worlds. His parents both worked for two successful enterprises that made them a lot of money and they apparently had a large amount of expectations for their son.
I was never envious of him, because he always seemed to amaze me.
The pressure that his parents always put on him was heavily intense and yet he still smiled nonchalantly everyday that I saw him. I suppose he knew of who or what he had to live up to, but he knew he couldn’t be perfect.
Lawrence had his own dreams after all, and so only focused on that and anything else that was important to him. If he had to, he’d tell off his parents just to make it his own life and uncontrolled. I do remember one night when he called me at two o’clock in the morning. I picked up the phone and asked what was wrong. At first, there was only silence, and I was thinking of hanging up, but then came Lawrence’s voice, cracked and distraught. “Lawrence, what’s wrong?” I asked, confused, as I rubbed my eyes open. I heard him take a deep breath and exhale a heavy sigh. “I can’t sleep,” I heard him mumble with a waver in his voice.
I kept him up that night; or rather he kept me up. I didn’t understand what had happened but it seemed as if there was conflict in their house. Neither of us got any sleep as we kept awake on the phone, just talking about things that would randomly come to our heads; anything to distract Lawrence from the situation.
It was unhealthy for him to do that; to keep all his anger in and keep himself from expressing any of it, but I wasn’t one to push, so I didn’t pry. I just thought that he should talk about it whenever he wanted to. Besides, he knew that I’d be there to listen. We were the closest of friends after all.
The next day after that night, both of us arrived at school, tired and anxious. He was twitching all day, and I was just grumpy, but whenever our eyes met, we’d smile; he’d be thanking me for whatever good he’d thought I’d done, and I’d assure him that I’d always be there for him.
This would seldom happen though. Lawrence was a pretty self-composed person and he would rarely ever have a breakdown, though the few times that he did, he would only tell or seek support from me.
Usually, when we were trying to make ourselves feel better, we’d go out and stuff our faces with either cheap junk food or the most expensive cuisine in the city. Of course, most of the time, we’d be more into junk food, but Lawrence loved Italian food. He’d insist on us going to his favorite Italian restaurant and ordering all the specialties.
He claimed to know how to speak Italian, himself, but when I insisted that he say something to me in that language, he’d refuse, turning his head away. Sometimes, Lawrence could be shy like that and he hated it, but I only found it cute.
I liked especially when he was being silly. He’d make the funniest jokes and we’d end up laughing all our worries out as we giggled uncontrollably on the grass.
We’d spend most of our times outside, either in the park or exploring some new territory that we could make into our new secret place.
He loved to explore and also finding new things or places. I was one of the only that he’d invite to go adventuring with him and it gave us both excitement.
At the end of the day, Lawrence would be lying, tired, on the ground with eyes closed and breathing hard. I would slowly make my way out of any obstacles that were there and finally catch up to my best friend.
Lawrence was much faster than me and had much more energy. But eventually, we’d both run out and replaced with muscle aches and exhaustion. He’d give it two days or so until he’d call me to go back to that same place we’d been before and make it our own territory. Sometimes, we’d invite our other friends as well and just all hang out there.
Lawrence was, as I knew him to be, a happy and well-fulfilled child.
During those nice, sunny days, I would sit with him in the park. Often, I would fall asleep, but Lawrence would just laugh and lean against me and we would be in complete peace and silence.
The silence that we’d have together wouldn’t last long, though. We’d be rudely interrupted by a phone call from his cell phone. His father would be asking where he was and why he wasn’t home yet. Lawrence would look at the ground with a displeased look and I’d just smile politely at me as he spoke into the receiver.
His parents weren’t bad people, at least, not that I knew. But they did seem overprotective over their only child. Lawrence, nor I, saw no need for that. We both knew that he was already sixteen years of age and quite capable of taking care of himself.
After walking my friend home, he’d give me a wistful smile that made me think everything would be okay. But the sounds of booming thumps that came, which were his father’s footsteps, made me think otherwise.
Lawrence would see the worry in my face and he’d reply, “Everything’s fine.”
He was such a laid back person, and that to myself was comforting. He was always the one supporting me, and I wondered who it was that supported him. When I tripped and fell, it was Lawrence who would crouch down to my level and help me up. If I ever forgot my wallet or had no money, he’d pay for my share of what I needed and wouldn’t ask to be paid back.
Lawrence was a kind, but quiet person. He’d have no problem talking to me, but some subjects were off limits, especially about his home life. I’d been to his house once before, but that was when his parents were off in a formal party, hosted by the company of where his father worked.
When I saw Lawrence’s room, it was empty and clean, but still elegant. It seemed as if he never touched his room or did anything in it. I could understand, I suppose, because most of the day, we were in the game room and also outside just sitting by his pool.
His house was pretty huge, but he didn’t like talking about it or anything else like that, that could’ve separated us into two different worlds. His parents both worked for two successful enterprises that made them a lot of money and they apparently had a large amount of expectations for their son.
I was never envious of him, because he always seemed to amaze me.
The pressure that his parents always put on him was heavily intense and yet he still smiled nonchalantly everyday that I saw him. I suppose he knew of who or what he had to live up to, but he knew he couldn’t be perfect.
Lawrence had his own dreams after all, and so only focused on that and anything else that was important to him. If he had to, he’d tell off his parents just to make it his own life and uncontrolled. I do remember one night when he called me at two o’clock in the morning. I picked up the phone and asked what was wrong. At first, there was only silence, and I was thinking of hanging up, but then came Lawrence’s voice, cracked and distraught. “Lawrence, what’s wrong?” I asked, confused, as I rubbed my eyes open. I heard him take a deep breath and exhale a heavy sigh. “I can’t sleep,” I heard him mumble with a waver in his voice.
I kept him up that night; or rather he kept me up. I didn’t understand what had happened but it seemed as if there was conflict in their house. Neither of us got any sleep as we kept awake on the phone, just talking about things that would randomly come to our heads; anything to distract Lawrence from the situation.
It was unhealthy for him to do that; to keep all his anger in and keep himself from expressing any of it, but I wasn’t one to push, so I didn’t pry. I just thought that he should talk about it whenever he wanted to. Besides, he knew that I’d be there to listen. We were the closest of friends after all.
The next day after that night, both of us arrived at school, tired and anxious. He was twitching all day, and I was just grumpy, but whenever our eyes met, we’d smile; he’d be thanking me for whatever good he’d thought I’d done, and I’d assure him that I’d always be there for him.
This would seldom happen though. Lawrence was a pretty self-composed person and he would rarely ever have a breakdown, though the few times that he did, he would only tell or seek support from me.
Usually, when we were trying to make ourselves feel better, we’d go out and stuff our faces with either cheap junk food or the most expensive cuisine in the city. Of course, most of the time, we’d be more into junk food, but Lawrence loved Italian food. He’d insist on us going to his favorite Italian restaurant and ordering all the specialties.
He claimed to know how to speak Italian, himself, but when I insisted that he say something to me in that language, he’d refuse, turning his head away. Sometimes, Lawrence could be shy like that and he hated it, but I only found it cute.
I liked especially when he was being silly. He’d make the funniest jokes and we’d end up laughing all our worries out as we giggled uncontrollably on the grass.
We’d spend most of our times outside, either in the park or exploring some new territory that we could make into our new secret place.
He loved to explore and also finding new things or places. I was one of the only that he’d invite to go adventuring with him and it gave us both excitement.
At the end of the day, Lawrence would be lying, tired, on the ground with eyes closed and breathing hard. I would slowly make my way out of any obstacles that were there and finally catch up to my best friend.
Lawrence was much faster than me and had much more energy. But eventually, we’d both run out and replaced with muscle aches and exhaustion. He’d give it two days or so until he’d call me to go back to that same place we’d been before and make it our own territory. Sometimes, we’d invite our other friends as well and just all hang out there.
Lawrence was, as I knew him to be, a happy and well-fulfilled child.
Monday, November 24, 2008
Boogie Man
He'll drain your dreams
Replace with screams
And endless streams
Of tears and fear
He'll stalk the dark
Growl quietly to mark
His victims while
He moves in on his prey
Pray, they say
To calm their nerves
To catch their breaths
And lose what's left
Of truth and life itself...
***~~
Replace with screams
And endless streams
Of tears and fear
He'll stalk the dark
Growl quietly to mark
His victims while
He moves in on his prey
Pray, they say
To calm their nerves
To catch their breaths
And lose what's left
Of truth and life itself...
***~~
Ten thousand people scream for their lives
But who in all deserve to survive?
But who in all deserve to survive?
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Attempting a romance?
Dearest Marianne,
It breaks my heart to see you with another man holding you in his arms, and so I’ve decided that I should no longer be able to see you, in order for me to live a happy life.
I love you always,
Christopher
It breaks my heart to see you with another man holding you in his arms, and so I’ve decided that I should no longer be able to see you, in order for me to live a happy life.
I love you always,
Christopher
Marianne crumpled the letter in her tightly clenched fist. She felt burning anger stirring within her. “Damn you, Christopher,” she whispered to herself as tears rolled down her face.
***I can't do it....it's too hard!!! I know the content could be good, but writing it just grosses me out for some reason. The romance genre is not one I dislike, but putting the words down gives me a sickeing feeling. Maybe if I werent' so childish it could work, but I guess it's because I'm immature and I can't understand the deeper meaning of...'love' if that IS what it's really all about...
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Dancing in the Free Summer Breeze
Dancing in the free
In the summer
In the breeze
Dancing in the free summer breeze
Carousels in the sky
Turning a frown into a smile
Dancing in the summer breeze
[Chorus:]
All the world is heaven tonight
And I only have one wish for you
Don’t you dare be the one to say
Don’t you dare be the one
I want you to hold me
I want you to love me
I want you to take me into your heart
And be the one to make you smile
Dancing in the dark
In the winter
Under stars
Dancing in the dark winter stars
Clouds falling from clouds
Turning a frown into a smile
Dancing in the dark winter stars
[Chorus x2]
***Look! I attempted at writing a song :D
In the summer
In the breeze
Dancing in the free summer breeze
Carousels in the sky
Turning a frown into a smile
Dancing in the summer breeze
[Chorus:]
All the world is heaven tonight
And I only have one wish for you
Don’t you dare be the one to say
Don’t you dare be the one
I want you to hold me
I want you to love me
I want you to take me into your heart
And be the one to make you smile
Dancing in the dark
In the winter
Under stars
Dancing in the dark winter stars
Clouds falling from clouds
Turning a frown into a smile
Dancing in the dark winter stars
[Chorus x2]
***Look! I attempted at writing a song :D
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