Welcome, bright blue sky,
It’s nice to see your face again.
Smile with us, let your light
Warm the skin of our cheeks.
Why do you hide behind the clouds?
Turning the world dull and grey,
When you pull the covers over your head.
Pity, for that really is a shame.
Will you come out for us?
When our hands draw near,
And the light that reflects,
From our eyes, mimics the sky?
So when it’s so dark, and cold,
Will you pierce the rain,
And dry the up the ground,
To cause the world to bloom once more?
-Wee, i like this one a lot. I think it's about the sun. Or something else. I haven't decided yet. :]
-Matt!
Monday, April 30, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
"Sleep"
He awoke with a slight start. He looked up, to see her standing over him, eyes glossy in the moonlight. “Did you have a nightmare?” he asked. She nodded gently. “C’mon.”
He lifted up the comforter, and she laid down next to him on the sofa. He felt her tremble slightly, as she buried her head in his chest. He sighed. All he wished for was this girl’s happiness. He wrapped his arms around her, and stroked her hair. He cooed to her softly, and kissed the top of her head.
“I love you,” she whispered into his shirt.
“I love you too,” he said. “Wake me up if you decide to go back to bed, okay?”
She nodded again. By now she’d stopped trembling. Her hand gripped his shirt, and he smiled to himself. He wished he could stay like this for the rest of his life. Though he wished he could take back all the stupid things he’d said to her to make her hurt, however few, he did not wish to hurt her. Things like that, however, are inevitable. Though they hurt, wounds do heal, and people do forgive.
His mind was made up. Nothing good ever comes free. So he vowed to try as hard as possible, whether it killed him or not, to make it work. All he ever wanted, lay beside him now, asleep. He was determined not to lose that.
The stars shone brightly outside the window. He looked at the moon, and song played through his brain. It’s melody swam through him, and he looked at the sleeping girl beside him. He smiled, and buried his face in her sweet-smelling hair, closing his eyes. Sleep was waiting for him on the other side.
-Yeah. Something i wrote when i was bored, and slightly contemplative. I don't know about this one though. It doesn't really have a flow to it, but instead, it's more of just me, thinking about stuff and writing it down, and making it into a situation. I might improve on it later, make it a bit more of a story, like it was intended. Well, really, it was originally going to be a poem, but i changed my mind before i started writing. So this is what resulted.
-Moi
He lifted up the comforter, and she laid down next to him on the sofa. He felt her tremble slightly, as she buried her head in his chest. He sighed. All he wished for was this girl’s happiness. He wrapped his arms around her, and stroked her hair. He cooed to her softly, and kissed the top of her head.
“I love you,” she whispered into his shirt.
“I love you too,” he said. “Wake me up if you decide to go back to bed, okay?”
She nodded again. By now she’d stopped trembling. Her hand gripped his shirt, and he smiled to himself. He wished he could stay like this for the rest of his life. Though he wished he could take back all the stupid things he’d said to her to make her hurt, however few, he did not wish to hurt her. Things like that, however, are inevitable. Though they hurt, wounds do heal, and people do forgive.
His mind was made up. Nothing good ever comes free. So he vowed to try as hard as possible, whether it killed him or not, to make it work. All he ever wanted, lay beside him now, asleep. He was determined not to lose that.
The stars shone brightly outside the window. He looked at the moon, and song played through his brain. It’s melody swam through him, and he looked at the sleeping girl beside him. He smiled, and buried his face in her sweet-smelling hair, closing his eyes. Sleep was waiting for him on the other side.
-Yeah. Something i wrote when i was bored, and slightly contemplative. I don't know about this one though. It doesn't really have a flow to it, but instead, it's more of just me, thinking about stuff and writing it down, and making it into a situation. I might improve on it later, make it a bit more of a story, like it was intended. Well, really, it was originally going to be a poem, but i changed my mind before i started writing. So this is what resulted.
-Moi
Saturday, April 14, 2007
“Fate, Forever, Luck, and Love"
What lasts forever?
When “forever” and “never”
Are such relative terms?
Though we die,
Our souls live on,
But for what?
Here I stand now,
Questioning the world.
I ask myself,
“Will this last forever?”
I’ve seen feelings die before,
So I close my eyes,
And bite my lip.
And I ask myself,
“What do I believe?”
When suddenly,
I see your face.
Of all things around me,
I believe in two,
I believe in love, and I believe in you.
“What is fate?”
I’ve heard it asked.
Well, was it fate, or
Was it luck,
That brought me to you?
Well I know,
I’m too damn lucky,
For my own good.
-I had a moment of philosophical thought, so i decided to write something about it. I guess this is philosohpy...a little...Maybe not...
-teh Mattness
When “forever” and “never”
Are such relative terms?
Though we die,
Our souls live on,
But for what?
Here I stand now,
Questioning the world.
I ask myself,
“Will this last forever?”
I’ve seen feelings die before,
So I close my eyes,
And bite my lip.
And I ask myself,
“What do I believe?”
When suddenly,
I see your face.
Of all things around me,
I believe in two,
I believe in love, and I believe in you.
“What is fate?”
I’ve heard it asked.
Well, was it fate, or
Was it luck,
That brought me to you?
Well I know,
I’m too damn lucky,
For my own good.
-I had a moment of philosophical thought, so i decided to write something about it. I guess this is philosohpy...a little...Maybe not...
-teh Mattness
Monday, April 9, 2007
“The Girl From the Painting”
Are you something, that
Spilled from a canvas,
Into reality?
Surely such beauty could
Only come from an a brush,
But I guess I’m wrong.
By what hand have,
Your curves been crafted?
And what divine guide,
Caused those fingers,
To create
Such a perfect face?
(The Goddess is jealous, the goddess is jealous of you.)
You must be something real,
‘cause no canvas can hold,
Such a fiery soul,
Nor eyes that burn
With such passion,
That they overflow.
Whether figment,
Or corporeal,
or if just a dream,
then it means everything to me.
And i wish to never wake.
Spilled from a canvas,
Into reality?
Surely such beauty could
Only come from an a brush,
But I guess I’m wrong.
By what hand have,
Your curves been crafted?
And what divine guide,
Caused those fingers,
To create
Such a perfect face?
(The Goddess is jealous, the goddess is jealous of you.)
You must be something real,
‘cause no canvas can hold,
Such a fiery soul,
Nor eyes that burn
With such passion,
That they overflow.
Whether figment,
Or corporeal,
or if just a dream,
then it means everything to me.
And i wish to never wake.
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Hunger-Continued
“Hmm…Aeron,” she chuckled.
He sighed. He liked listening to her laugh. It was the kind of laugh that makes you feel happy when you hear it. Genuine and relaxed. “I really like the waterfront at night.”
“That sounds nice.”
“So it’s settled?”
“I guess so.” she sat up. “Ready to go?” she said, cocking her head to the side slightly.
“Yep.”
The two got up from the breakfast nook, and headed towards the door. Aeron followed Kai as she made her way to the door. She looked back at him, for a moment with wary eyes.
“I’m not going to steal anything…or rape you…” he said.
“I know, I have a hard time trusting people.”
“Oh.”
Kai opened the door and stepped into the hallway, waiting up for him. The apartment building was a nice one. It wasn’t too nice though. The halls were neat, and the building was in nice condition, and the other tenants weren’t too loud. Human ears wouldn’t have been able to hear things like people snoring on separate floors, or a radio, or a TV going in another room.
“I like it here. It seems really nice,”
Kai locked her apartment door and turned to face him. “Meh, I’ve only spent one night here. Shall we go now?”
“Of course,” he smiled at her.
He sighed. He liked listening to her laugh. It was the kind of laugh that makes you feel happy when you hear it. Genuine and relaxed. “I really like the waterfront at night.”
“That sounds nice.”
“So it’s settled?”
“I guess so.” she sat up. “Ready to go?” she said, cocking her head to the side slightly.
“Yep.”
The two got up from the breakfast nook, and headed towards the door. Aeron followed Kai as she made her way to the door. She looked back at him, for a moment with wary eyes.
“I’m not going to steal anything…or rape you…” he said.
“I know, I have a hard time trusting people.”
“Oh.”
Kai opened the door and stepped into the hallway, waiting up for him. The apartment building was a nice one. It wasn’t too nice though. The halls were neat, and the building was in nice condition, and the other tenants weren’t too loud. Human ears wouldn’t have been able to hear things like people snoring on separate floors, or a radio, or a TV going in another room.
“I like it here. It seems really nice,”
Kai locked her apartment door and turned to face him. “Meh, I’ve only spent one night here. Shall we go now?”
“Of course,” he smiled at her.
Monday, April 2, 2007
"Hunger"
Continued from “Hunger” (On the computer in the Lighting Booth)
Like a cat he moved from the living room to the hallway, where there was yet more boxes. Melding with the shadow, he crept forward. A single ray of light pierced the darkness from the crack of the bathroom door. He could see inside, but not a shadow moved, even as he crossed into the light for a split second. Finally, he paused on the outside of the door and listened for a moment. There was a shift in the atmosphere of the apartment when he realized the singing had stopped.
In a flash, the door burst open. He leapt back and a body crashed into him and pinned him to the wall. He looked at his assailant and he nearly stopped breathing.
“Wow…” he whispered as he looked into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he’d ever seen. A look of shock passed over the strange girl’s face. Her golden hair hung in her face, as her mouth hung agape enough to expose fangs like his own. “You’re beautiful,” Her cheeks flushed red and she looked away for a moment.
She brought her gaze back to his and looked him straight in the eyes. He knew she could read him like a book, he’d always been that way. Her eyes softened for a moment, then looked him over.
“You’re not threat at all are you? Even if you are one of my kind,” she said with a smirk.
“No, not really. Not to you anyways.”
“Hah. So do you do this every time you break into an attractive female’s apartment?”
He let out a small laugh, “No, this is a first. Do you treat all your guests like this?” He was enjoying it.
“Guest? You broke into my apartment. What’d you expect me to do, welcome you with open arms and then let you have your way with me?” It almost seemed like she was testing his wit.
“Hah, no, I’m not like that.”
“I guess I’m lucky then. I get the only intruder in all of New York who doesn’t want to get in my pants,” she let go and took a step back, but didn’t turn her back on him. “So why did you come in anyways?”
“Curiosity?” she raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “I heard you singing, actually. And I could smell the lavender.” It was painfully obvious he was no good with the opposite sex.
“So you’re a sucker for a pretty voice and lavender soap?”
“I guess you could say that. I‘m a romantic is a better way of putting it.”
“Aww. How cute,” she smiled at him playfully. She had an incredible smile, hindered not in the least by the fangs. He looked her up and down quickly and took her in. She was slightly shorter than him, thin, with defined curves and a exquisite figure. Drop dead gorgeous. The kind that could kill a vampire even.
She stood in a pair of jeans, and a blue zip-up hoodie over a pink t-shirt. Around her slender neck was a few necklaces and crimson red ribbon, tied like a choker, with a crystal on it. Her wrists were covered in a laughable amount of the “sex bracelets” and a couple sweatbands. He had on a similar blue zip-up hoodie and jeans. He wore bracelets as well, just fewer. Around his own neck were a couple runes.
He shook his hair and left it tousled and hanging in front of his eyes. Then looked at her. “It’s a gorgeous night out. Wanna do something? I know it sounds strange coming from a dude who just broke into your house, but…” he shrugged. “I like you.”
This caught her off guard. But she smiled, “I love the night, I guess that’s why I’m a vampire.”
He beamed, “So is that ‘yes’?”
She laughed, throwing her head back, “Sure.”
“Great.”
Chapter 2
She turned and started down the hallway. “What do you want to do?” she said as they rounded a corner and stepped into a small kitchen area. The entire apartment seemed to be overflowing with boxes. “By the way, sorry about all the boxes and crap, I just moved in last night.”
“It’s okay,” he said, as they sat down across the breakfast nook from each other. He put his chin in his hands and gazed at her. She looked at him and smiled. “What do you feel like doing?”
“I don’t know, I’m terrible at making decisions.”
“Well, I went out to feed actually, but I kind of got…sidetracked I guess.”
She chuckled, and studied the boxes for a moment.
“What’s your name? Sorry, I forgot to ask you earlier,”
She stretched, and looked at him, grinning slightly, “I’m Kaiden. I like Kai better.”
“Kai,” he closed his eyes. “Kai…”
“And you are?”
“Oh, um,” he blinked. “I’m Aeron.”
-I will add onto it later. I'm trying a different kind of writing technique. Instead of writing as much as i can in a single sitting, i'll write as much as i'm satisfied with (by that i mean, it flows, and it sounds good, not length, but quality), then set it down and come back at a later time.
-Matt
Like a cat he moved from the living room to the hallway, where there was yet more boxes. Melding with the shadow, he crept forward. A single ray of light pierced the darkness from the crack of the bathroom door. He could see inside, but not a shadow moved, even as he crossed into the light for a split second. Finally, he paused on the outside of the door and listened for a moment. There was a shift in the atmosphere of the apartment when he realized the singing had stopped.
In a flash, the door burst open. He leapt back and a body crashed into him and pinned him to the wall. He looked at his assailant and he nearly stopped breathing.
“Wow…” he whispered as he looked into the most beautiful pair of blue eyes he’d ever seen. A look of shock passed over the strange girl’s face. Her golden hair hung in her face, as her mouth hung agape enough to expose fangs like his own. “You’re beautiful,” Her cheeks flushed red and she looked away for a moment.
She brought her gaze back to his and looked him straight in the eyes. He knew she could read him like a book, he’d always been that way. Her eyes softened for a moment, then looked him over.
“You’re not threat at all are you? Even if you are one of my kind,” she said with a smirk.
“No, not really. Not to you anyways.”
“Hah. So do you do this every time you break into an attractive female’s apartment?”
He let out a small laugh, “No, this is a first. Do you treat all your guests like this?” He was enjoying it.
“Guest? You broke into my apartment. What’d you expect me to do, welcome you with open arms and then let you have your way with me?” It almost seemed like she was testing his wit.
“Hah, no, I’m not like that.”
“I guess I’m lucky then. I get the only intruder in all of New York who doesn’t want to get in my pants,” she let go and took a step back, but didn’t turn her back on him. “So why did you come in anyways?”
“Curiosity?” she raised a skeptical eyebrow at him. “I heard you singing, actually. And I could smell the lavender.” It was painfully obvious he was no good with the opposite sex.
“So you’re a sucker for a pretty voice and lavender soap?”
“I guess you could say that. I‘m a romantic is a better way of putting it.”
“Aww. How cute,” she smiled at him playfully. She had an incredible smile, hindered not in the least by the fangs. He looked her up and down quickly and took her in. She was slightly shorter than him, thin, with defined curves and a exquisite figure. Drop dead gorgeous. The kind that could kill a vampire even.
She stood in a pair of jeans, and a blue zip-up hoodie over a pink t-shirt. Around her slender neck was a few necklaces and crimson red ribbon, tied like a choker, with a crystal on it. Her wrists were covered in a laughable amount of the “sex bracelets” and a couple sweatbands. He had on a similar blue zip-up hoodie and jeans. He wore bracelets as well, just fewer. Around his own neck were a couple runes.
He shook his hair and left it tousled and hanging in front of his eyes. Then looked at her. “It’s a gorgeous night out. Wanna do something? I know it sounds strange coming from a dude who just broke into your house, but…” he shrugged. “I like you.”
This caught her off guard. But she smiled, “I love the night, I guess that’s why I’m a vampire.”
He beamed, “So is that ‘yes’?”
She laughed, throwing her head back, “Sure.”
“Great.”
Chapter 2
She turned and started down the hallway. “What do you want to do?” she said as they rounded a corner and stepped into a small kitchen area. The entire apartment seemed to be overflowing with boxes. “By the way, sorry about all the boxes and crap, I just moved in last night.”
“It’s okay,” he said, as they sat down across the breakfast nook from each other. He put his chin in his hands and gazed at her. She looked at him and smiled. “What do you feel like doing?”
“I don’t know, I’m terrible at making decisions.”
“Well, I went out to feed actually, but I kind of got…sidetracked I guess.”
She chuckled, and studied the boxes for a moment.
“What’s your name? Sorry, I forgot to ask you earlier,”
She stretched, and looked at him, grinning slightly, “I’m Kaiden. I like Kai better.”
“Kai,” he closed his eyes. “Kai…”
“And you are?”
“Oh, um,” he blinked. “I’m Aeron.”
-I will add onto it later. I'm trying a different kind of writing technique. Instead of writing as much as i can in a single sitting, i'll write as much as i'm satisfied with (by that i mean, it flows, and it sounds good, not length, but quality), then set it down and come back at a later time.
-Matt
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