This is the second piece I did for what gives you the blues.
I couldn't decide on which piece (the one below this) would be most appropriate.
Here's the final piece.
The comfort of being held
Lying in the eternal rays of the sunshine on the grass together
Lying beside your cool bare skin, I embrace you as part of me.
Is it the shirt that I slept in that reminds me of you?
I breathe it in. I’m breathing you in.
Is it your ability to play a love song for me?
Fingertips delicately moving across the keys
Soft clatter of rain on the window pane.
The rush of a rainstorm reminds me
Of the adrenaline of love I hold for you.
As I listen to the thunder crashing down,
It's better when you’re here.
The sky is crying.
Is it the way you hold me?
Stroking my hair softly
And whispering the longing I love you.
Was it the final steps that you took as you left?
I counted them one by one.
Each step away from me was a dagger to my heart.
Your breathtaking presence has faded away.
Is it because you let go, and I still hold on?
What can I do? Everything simply reminds me of you.
I can hear the fragility in my voice.
I miss …you.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Blood stained letters
This assignment was about what gives you the blues.
I did two for this. the second one will be posted soon above.
Blood stained letters.
I’m writing to reach you. I pour out my heart for this.
Deep engraved marks of words of love, my love.
These words don’t come easy, yet I’ve been repeating them a thousand times over.
This time I feel as if I will be writing the last time, the last letter.
I’m empty and bruised. What is there left to say?
The pen has dropped; these empty pages are full of ink.
I justify myself in words.
Yet, they don’t prove worthy to you.
My vocal cords are weak from screaming.
My fingertips have become calloused.
Fast scrawls of words that count for everything.
Carving every sentence, everything represents you.
Blood stained letters, I’m pouring out my heart to you.
For what it’s worth I tried, a thousand times over.
Why don’t you hear me?
I feel as if I’m giving my last breath, my last chance to you.
These letters remain fresh. The pages aren’t creased and used
From being read.
I close my eyes and hope that this feeling will fade away.
I've grown restless with all the love i've lost.
This is the hardest part, writing to reach you.
I haven't reached you.
I don't register in the depth of your mind anymore.
I haven't reached you.
I did two for this. the second one will be posted soon above.
Blood stained letters.
I’m writing to reach you. I pour out my heart for this.
Deep engraved marks of words of love, my love.
These words don’t come easy, yet I’ve been repeating them a thousand times over.
This time I feel as if I will be writing the last time, the last letter.
I’m empty and bruised. What is there left to say?
The pen has dropped; these empty pages are full of ink.
I justify myself in words.
Yet, they don’t prove worthy to you.
My vocal cords are weak from screaming.
My fingertips have become calloused.
Fast scrawls of words that count for everything.
Carving every sentence, everything represents you.
Blood stained letters, I’m pouring out my heart to you.
For what it’s worth I tried, a thousand times over.
Why don’t you hear me?
I feel as if I’m giving my last breath, my last chance to you.
These letters remain fresh. The pages aren’t creased and used
From being read.
I close my eyes and hope that this feeling will fade away.
I've grown restless with all the love i've lost.
This is the hardest part, writing to reach you.
I haven't reached you.
I don't register in the depth of your mind anymore.
I haven't reached you.
This assignment was the one where we had to incorporate metaphors, hands, and a certain place.
His soft and slender bony fingers grip the edge of the black pen. He rapidly scrawls words across the blank page that longs to be filled with words and shapes. A heavy weight is in eyes. In deep concentration, his words from the pen begin to transform and create wonderful ideas. His brows are pulled down into deep concentration. Biting the end of his pen, he glances out the window and begins to think once more. He sits at his desk with paper and pen in his house on the rolling hills of green emerald of Ireland. He is now temporarily stuck and blank in mind. His sister Carmen enters the room as he starts getting frustrated with his work. Matt throws up his papers into the air clearly frustrated. “Hey, why are you so upset? The writing will come to you soon. You can’t finish this piece in a day.” Matthew barely stifles a knowing glance at me. “Huh? This isn’t working I know. I need to finish this.” Carmen sighs as her brother rushes to collect up his wrinkled papers. Carmen glances around the messy room. She sees piles of crumpled paper and an empty glass teacup with coffee stains around the rim. She also notices a framed picture embroidered with silver leaves. In the photo is his beautiful girlfriend Tania. With her voluminous black hair, deep brown eyes rimmed with thick black lashes, apple coloured cheeks, and a contagious melody of laughter, and she was his adoration of his life. Unfortunately, he was at home frustrated with his writing, unable to focus and complete a piece. Instantly, an idea sparked like a light bulb into Carmen’s mind. She thought carefully as she put her index finger to her lip. “Matt, write a piece about the love of your life. I’m sure Tania would appreciate it.” Carmen noticed a grin that began to form on his face. “Thanks Carmen.” He immediately turned back to his work. Carmen shrugged and headed back to her room. Matthew rested his head unto the palm of his hand and began to think. Tania at this very moment was out vacationing in Greece for two weeks with her parents and older brother. Today, her plane would be arriving home in the late evening. Matthew sighed. He stared at the picture of the both of them with Tania’s head rested lightly on his shoulder. He began to write Tania’s name in slow and curvy motions. He thought about the sweet scent of her lips, her laughter that was like a beautiful melody, and her soft spoken voice. Matthew thought about the ways she would compose simply art pieces with poems written for him on it. He thought about the way she would immediately grab his hand and swing it and hold unto his for hours. Matthew pictured a moment where they were drenched from the rain at the park last month. He remembered pulling her close by the waist and whispering to her softly “I want to keep you.” After that, she smiled and leaned in to press her lips against his. Matthew felt a rush of adrenaline for the love he felt for her. His words began to flow out more freely as he held the pen with his slender ivory fingertips. “My angel, the sweet sunshine of my day, my everything…” He continued to write. This was it, Matthew thought. It was the inspiration of his day, his masterpiece. A feeling of happiness rushed within him. This was one of the finer things in life, composing a letter to his love. Matthew stood up and looked out the window. He glanced at the clock: 6:45pm the screen read in bold blue green letters. He squinted out the window amongst the rolling green hills of emerald. For what felt like ten minutes, Matt spotted a small and slender figure in the distance with long flowing black hair in the wind. His heart instantly was beating at a rapid pace. Closer the figure came. Matthew sucked in his breath. Closer…
His groaned as he realized it wasn’t Tania in the distance. It was a girl who had the same hair as her and tanned brown skin as her. Matthew slumped into the couch. Immediately after that, the bell rang. In the doorway, a girl with lightly tanned brown skin and a carved smile on her face stood. She held a huge umbrella. Her skin had light droplets of rain on it. Tania. Matthew swept her into his arms. “How was Greece?” Tania held his arm held tight. “Come on, let’s go for a walk. I’ll tell you all about it.” As they stepped outside unto the porch, they both could see misty coloured rain with the rolling green hills. Tania grinned a mischievous grin at Matthew. Matthew chuckled. “What are you up to now?” She held an old fashioned Polaroid camera. As they began to talk, Tania rummaged into her pocket and handed Matthew a soft and brown leather bracelet with “I’m keeping you forever.” The words were carved in gold letters. Matthew handed her his folded letter. He sighed peacefully. He couldn’t wait. Tania sat on the bench and read. She loved every part.
His soft and slender bony fingers grip the edge of the black pen. He rapidly scrawls words across the blank page that longs to be filled with words and shapes. A heavy weight is in eyes. In deep concentration, his words from the pen begin to transform and create wonderful ideas. His brows are pulled down into deep concentration. Biting the end of his pen, he glances out the window and begins to think once more. He sits at his desk with paper and pen in his house on the rolling hills of green emerald of Ireland. He is now temporarily stuck and blank in mind. His sister Carmen enters the room as he starts getting frustrated with his work. Matt throws up his papers into the air clearly frustrated. “Hey, why are you so upset? The writing will come to you soon. You can’t finish this piece in a day.” Matthew barely stifles a knowing glance at me. “Huh? This isn’t working I know. I need to finish this.” Carmen sighs as her brother rushes to collect up his wrinkled papers. Carmen glances around the messy room. She sees piles of crumpled paper and an empty glass teacup with coffee stains around the rim. She also notices a framed picture embroidered with silver leaves. In the photo is his beautiful girlfriend Tania. With her voluminous black hair, deep brown eyes rimmed with thick black lashes, apple coloured cheeks, and a contagious melody of laughter, and she was his adoration of his life. Unfortunately, he was at home frustrated with his writing, unable to focus and complete a piece. Instantly, an idea sparked like a light bulb into Carmen’s mind. She thought carefully as she put her index finger to her lip. “Matt, write a piece about the love of your life. I’m sure Tania would appreciate it.” Carmen noticed a grin that began to form on his face. “Thanks Carmen.” He immediately turned back to his work. Carmen shrugged and headed back to her room. Matthew rested his head unto the palm of his hand and began to think. Tania at this very moment was out vacationing in Greece for two weeks with her parents and older brother. Today, her plane would be arriving home in the late evening. Matthew sighed. He stared at the picture of the both of them with Tania’s head rested lightly on his shoulder. He began to write Tania’s name in slow and curvy motions. He thought about the sweet scent of her lips, her laughter that was like a beautiful melody, and her soft spoken voice. Matthew thought about the ways she would compose simply art pieces with poems written for him on it. He thought about the way she would immediately grab his hand and swing it and hold unto his for hours. Matthew pictured a moment where they were drenched from the rain at the park last month. He remembered pulling her close by the waist and whispering to her softly “I want to keep you.” After that, she smiled and leaned in to press her lips against his. Matthew felt a rush of adrenaline for the love he felt for her. His words began to flow out more freely as he held the pen with his slender ivory fingertips. “My angel, the sweet sunshine of my day, my everything…” He continued to write. This was it, Matthew thought. It was the inspiration of his day, his masterpiece. A feeling of happiness rushed within him. This was one of the finer things in life, composing a letter to his love. Matthew stood up and looked out the window. He glanced at the clock: 6:45pm the screen read in bold blue green letters. He squinted out the window amongst the rolling green hills of emerald. For what felt like ten minutes, Matt spotted a small and slender figure in the distance with long flowing black hair in the wind. His heart instantly was beating at a rapid pace. Closer the figure came. Matthew sucked in his breath. Closer…
His groaned as he realized it wasn’t Tania in the distance. It was a girl who had the same hair as her and tanned brown skin as her. Matthew slumped into the couch. Immediately after that, the bell rang. In the doorway, a girl with lightly tanned brown skin and a carved smile on her face stood. She held a huge umbrella. Her skin had light droplets of rain on it. Tania. Matthew swept her into his arms. “How was Greece?” Tania held his arm held tight. “Come on, let’s go for a walk. I’ll tell you all about it.” As they stepped outside unto the porch, they both could see misty coloured rain with the rolling green hills. Tania grinned a mischievous grin at Matthew. Matthew chuckled. “What are you up to now?” She held an old fashioned Polaroid camera. As they began to talk, Tania rummaged into her pocket and handed Matthew a soft and brown leather bracelet with “I’m keeping you forever.” The words were carved in gold letters. Matthew handed her his folded letter. He sighed peacefully. He couldn’t wait. Tania sat on the bench and read. She loved every part.
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