Wednesday 7 November 2012
Romance as Art
I repent the others. They were mistakes. Black marks on a white canvas. Will you help me paint over them? Hold my hand, and together we shall irradicate my past. We can work on your's too, if you like? Once we are are clean, we can work on our masterpiece.
Lie With Me
Lie with me, my sweet demon. Stay close, if you will. I whisper sweet nothings into your ear. True love. Distance cannot seperate us, for our love can cross any border. I will peel back your hardend shell. What's this? I peer through a crack I know you: my angel.
Glass (To my current lover)
Can we smash this glass that separates us? I don't think I could stand another moment separated, yet knowing you're there.
I will admit that I am selfish. But I fear that the glass will become us. So, I beg, please pick up your hammer. So, I can hold your hand.
Bittersweet Bastard (To my ex-lover)
Bittersweet bastard, you plague my thoughts. Interrupting sanity with delusions.
I searched through the kitchen, but I couldn't find the mirror of your knife, so I'll keep searching. You know I'll find it soon enough, and wound you like you did I.
Don't worry, my lips will numb the pain.
Saturday 29 September 2012
Guest Writer: David Yakimov: Vladimir's Story
The plane was trembling like a volcano ready to explode. Knowing the plane was going down, it was a matter of time until it hit earth. “Get out!” yelled the captain. We looked at each other in fear, knowing that we might not survive, seeing how dangerous the war really is. The first one to jump out was Gennadiy, who I had just met two months ago. The second one to jump was Igor, who never really talks. Then me, I looked down and saw where they were shooting us from, I feared I might get shot. Knowing I must jump, I jumped with my eyes closed. Above me I saw Dimitry falling and the plane exploded, getting hit by a missile. All those people in the plane, all those people out there, are losing their life, for what? I thought to myself, the country?
I was falling closer and closer to earth, ready to take out my parachute when Dimitry yelled “Not yet, don’t take your parachute out.”
We were friends since 3rd grade, and I would trust him with everything. “Why not? We aren’t far from earth,” I asked with curiosity.
“If we open our parachutes now, we will be an easy target for the Germans,” after about 45 seconds Dimitry yelled out, “Open you parachutes-quickly!”
We started to move right after we landed. Gennadiy said, “The Russian Front should be around here”
“Quiet! Do you here that?” asked Dimitry as everyone stopped. We could all hear the sound of the vehicles. I look around and see the Nazi cars coming this way.
“There are 3 cars,” I whispered, “2 of the cars have 4 troops in them, and the third one has one troop."
“If we surprise attack them, we might have a chance of taking the cars,” Dmitry whispered, “Vladimir, you take out the driver of the first car, and as many troops from it, Igor, you take out the last car, and I will take out the middle car, and Gennadiy, you could support our attacks,” as we laid in the grass, Dmitry slowly counted “three,” I had never killed anyone, “two,” my stomach started to twist, from the fear that I won’t be able to kill, “one” I aimed for the driver, “start shooting” I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger, but when I opened my eyes, the driver was dead, and the other three got out and started to look for us, Gennadiy and Igor started to shoot them but one spotted us and shot at us, I was watching all this, Dimitry was done with killing all the people in the middle car and went on shooting the three. I saw two of the Germans fall, the third one was behind the car. While he was shooting us through the window from the other side of the car, Dimitry got a chance and killed him. We all got up, except for Igor; he was lying face down, with red in his hair, and a small puddle of blood.
“He died because of me! It was my entire fault,” I cried out, “If only, If I would shoot when I had the chance”
There was the sound of more cars coming, “Come on, we’ll have to take this car,” Dimitry said, while taking the driver out. Gennadiy helped me get into the back seat, I stared into the distance thinking, why wasn’t it me who died? Since I was the one who didn’t do anything useful, “Come on Vladimir, it is not your fault, I remember the First time I had to kill,” I was to shocked to say anything, “It wasn’t easy, but you’ll get used to it after a while,” he said as he started the car.
“Did you hear about the Jews?” Gennadiy asked Dimitry, while the car started to move.
“Yeah, I heard that Nazis forced Jews to make weapons.”
“Not only that, they forced them to work,” said Gennadiy, as we were coming toward the Russian front, “ok come on Vladimir.”
Once I got out of the car, I was told that there is a battle going on not far from here. Dimitry, Gennadiy, and I went to the battle, as I aimed, thinking, none of my friends will die because of me from now on. I was behind the rocky wall, I shot, and I was killing them, still not fully recovered from Igor’s death, Dmitry, who was on my left, fell backward and lies still, with blood all over his face. I saw the sniper who shot Dmitry, he was on a distant building. My anger took over me, and I took careful aim with my machine gun, with my eyes watery, thinking of all those great times we had with Dimitry, I shot at the sniper, when Gennadiy saw what I was doing, he gave me a sniper gun, we both knew that I can’t hit him with a machine gun. As I looked in the scope, I saw him; he was aiming this way, ready to shoot. Pulling the trigger while thinking about Dimitry family, what are they going to do without a father? I shot him, he deserved it, for leaving a family without a father, I saw him fall of the building, and I picked up my machine gun and started to reload it.
“They killed him! They-” yelled out Gennadiy while I was reloading
“I killed him, I killed the one who has sniped Dimitry,” I said and collapsed, “Why does war have to be like this?” At that moment the shooting stopped.
“We got to keep moving,” said someone. As me and Gennadiy were advancing forward with the others, we talked about anything and everything but Dimitry, Igor and the war.
After a few days, as we were marching, there was Auschwitz camp, the Jews looked at us through the gates, they were human skeletons, and you can see every bone in their body through the skin. Most of them were sick, or dying. The camp was big, and weak Jews were all around. Gennadiy and I both rushed looking for more Jews. I saw one sitting on the ground, no strength to stand up. Gennadiy and I helped him get up and walked over to the rest of the group, where he would be fed. As we were walking him, we saw other soldiers rushing to the other side of Auschwitz and for a moment I saw how terrible war is, I saw how terrible things can be. But inside I felt good to help the people who were in need. I also felt horrible about what happened to them and how they were treated.
“I have heard of concentration camps, but I would never guess it was this horrible,” said Gennadiy.
“No one would have guessed it was this horrible,” I said, “No human deserves to be treated like this, not even animals.” I took out some canned food from my bag and gave it to the Jews. I knew that they needed it more than me. The Jews were thanking us nonstop.
I wondered how this can be happening when no one is aware of it. How can a human do that to another human? Why would people do this to each other?
Yakimov is a young writer from Kazakhstan. Currently working indipendently on his own book. His friend, and teacher, inspired him to pen Vladmir's Story.
I was falling closer and closer to earth, ready to take out my parachute when Dimitry yelled “Not yet, don’t take your parachute out.”
We were friends since 3rd grade, and I would trust him with everything. “Why not? We aren’t far from earth,” I asked with curiosity.
“If we open our parachutes now, we will be an easy target for the Germans,” after about 45 seconds Dimitry yelled out, “Open you parachutes-quickly!”
We started to move right after we landed. Gennadiy said, “The Russian Front should be around here”
“Quiet! Do you here that?” asked Dimitry as everyone stopped. We could all hear the sound of the vehicles. I look around and see the Nazi cars coming this way.
“There are 3 cars,” I whispered, “2 of the cars have 4 troops in them, and the third one has one troop."
“If we surprise attack them, we might have a chance of taking the cars,” Dmitry whispered, “Vladimir, you take out the driver of the first car, and as many troops from it, Igor, you take out the last car, and I will take out the middle car, and Gennadiy, you could support our attacks,” as we laid in the grass, Dmitry slowly counted “three,” I had never killed anyone, “two,” my stomach started to twist, from the fear that I won’t be able to kill, “one” I aimed for the driver, “start shooting” I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger, but when I opened my eyes, the driver was dead, and the other three got out and started to look for us, Gennadiy and Igor started to shoot them but one spotted us and shot at us, I was watching all this, Dimitry was done with killing all the people in the middle car and went on shooting the three. I saw two of the Germans fall, the third one was behind the car. While he was shooting us through the window from the other side of the car, Dimitry got a chance and killed him. We all got up, except for Igor; he was lying face down, with red in his hair, and a small puddle of blood.
“He died because of me! It was my entire fault,” I cried out, “If only, If I would shoot when I had the chance”
There was the sound of more cars coming, “Come on, we’ll have to take this car,” Dimitry said, while taking the driver out. Gennadiy helped me get into the back seat, I stared into the distance thinking, why wasn’t it me who died? Since I was the one who didn’t do anything useful, “Come on Vladimir, it is not your fault, I remember the First time I had to kill,” I was to shocked to say anything, “It wasn’t easy, but you’ll get used to it after a while,” he said as he started the car.
“Did you hear about the Jews?” Gennadiy asked Dimitry, while the car started to move.
“Yeah, I heard that Nazis forced Jews to make weapons.”
“Not only that, they forced them to work,” said Gennadiy, as we were coming toward the Russian front, “ok come on Vladimir.”
Once I got out of the car, I was told that there is a battle going on not far from here. Dimitry, Gennadiy, and I went to the battle, as I aimed, thinking, none of my friends will die because of me from now on. I was behind the rocky wall, I shot, and I was killing them, still not fully recovered from Igor’s death, Dmitry, who was on my left, fell backward and lies still, with blood all over his face. I saw the sniper who shot Dmitry, he was on a distant building. My anger took over me, and I took careful aim with my machine gun, with my eyes watery, thinking of all those great times we had with Dimitry, I shot at the sniper, when Gennadiy saw what I was doing, he gave me a sniper gun, we both knew that I can’t hit him with a machine gun. As I looked in the scope, I saw him; he was aiming this way, ready to shoot. Pulling the trigger while thinking about Dimitry family, what are they going to do without a father? I shot him, he deserved it, for leaving a family without a father, I saw him fall of the building, and I picked up my machine gun and started to reload it.
“They killed him! They-” yelled out Gennadiy while I was reloading
“I killed him, I killed the one who has sniped Dimitry,” I said and collapsed, “Why does war have to be like this?” At that moment the shooting stopped.
“We got to keep moving,” said someone. As me and Gennadiy were advancing forward with the others, we talked about anything and everything but Dimitry, Igor and the war.
After a few days, as we were marching, there was Auschwitz camp, the Jews looked at us through the gates, they were human skeletons, and you can see every bone in their body through the skin. Most of them were sick, or dying. The camp was big, and weak Jews were all around. Gennadiy and I both rushed looking for more Jews. I saw one sitting on the ground, no strength to stand up. Gennadiy and I helped him get up and walked over to the rest of the group, where he would be fed. As we were walking him, we saw other soldiers rushing to the other side of Auschwitz and for a moment I saw how terrible war is, I saw how terrible things can be. But inside I felt good to help the people who were in need. I also felt horrible about what happened to them and how they were treated.
“I have heard of concentration camps, but I would never guess it was this horrible,” said Gennadiy.
“No one would have guessed it was this horrible,” I said, “No human deserves to be treated like this, not even animals.” I took out some canned food from my bag and gave it to the Jews. I knew that they needed it more than me. The Jews were thanking us nonstop.
I wondered how this can be happening when no one is aware of it. How can a human do that to another human? Why would people do this to each other?
Yakimov is a young writer from Kazakhstan. Currently working indipendently on his own book. His friend, and teacher, inspired him to pen Vladmir's Story.
Tuesday 28 August 2012
Rodrigo Y Gabriella
They entered the function separately, but were one with another now.
As they danced, the guitar ran through their heads, their feet moved in time with the Latin rhythm. Their furious footsteps echoed throughout the hall, adding to the intensity of the performance.
The two strangers danced the night away.
As they danced, the guitar ran through their heads, their feet moved in time with the Latin rhythm. Their furious footsteps echoed throughout the hall, adding to the intensity of the performance.
The two strangers danced the night away.
Sunday 26 August 2012
With Friends Like These
As I lay at the bottom of the hill, with a broken leg, I realised I needed help to get to the hospital.
I dialed her phone number.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
My imaginary friend didn't come through in the end, I should have got a real one.
I dialed her phone number.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
My imaginary friend didn't come through in the end, I should have got a real one.
Friday 24 August 2012
I'm Back.
So, after taking a little bit of a break to catch up on some things I've decided to return.
First things first: Thank you to Tim from 50 Word Stories.com for posting my story, Rampage, up on his site. It meas a lot to me, so thanks.
Secondly, I've been working with the idea for something a little bit... bigger, than what I have previously posted up here. I'm not going to share too much because it's only an idea, and I have only penned a tiny fraction of it (see extract below for a small sample.). I had the idea of something a little bit more violent yet understandable. I'm not attempting to write a meat-headed action story.
Lastly, and this goes out to a certain somebody: Psymon's Tale P.t. VI will be out soon enough. So you can stop biting my head off about it. :)
Any, I just wanted to say I;m back, hope you like the extract, and send in more story ideas.
Lewis
X
First things first: Thank you to Tim from 50 Word Stories.com for posting my story, Rampage, up on his site. It meas a lot to me, so thanks.
Secondly, I've been working with the idea for something a little bit... bigger, than what I have previously posted up here. I'm not going to share too much because it's only an idea, and I have only penned a tiny fraction of it (see extract below for a small sample.). I had the idea of something a little bit more violent yet understandable. I'm not attempting to write a meat-headed action story.
Lastly, and this goes out to a certain somebody: Psymon's Tale P.t. VI will be out soon enough. So you can stop biting my head off about it. :)
Any, I just wanted to say I;m back, hope you like the extract, and send in more story ideas.
Lewis
X
"You know, I never wanted to do this."
Sincerity ran through his words, but we both knew that nothing could be done to change what was about to happen. We both bowed, unsheathed our instruments, and prepared ourselves.
"I only wish you knew that I did it for the best of reasons. And for what will happen, no matter who leaves, I am sorry. My love."
And with that we began. a flurry of shimmering light dancing high above the Suppressed below. Both he and I experts at our art. Every blow deflected by the opponent, he and I danced, always keeping in time with one another. Then I noticed how I would defeat him.
Keeping on the offensive, I forced his hand, or to be more precise; his feet. I maneuvered him so as he had nowhere to retreat to, except to the streets below.
***
Remaining in the same place, we continued to duel. fatigue setting in on us both. He couldn't endure as much as I could, this was proven when he let his arm slip an inch. I did not hesitate and removed the appendage from it's owner, sword still attached via the hand. It cascaded to the streets below.
As he was doubled up in pain and shock, I executed the next phase in my attack. I turned and walked away, doubled back on myself and sprinted towards him sending us both over the edge.
The force of the impact allowed us to clear the street and fall over the lower roofs on the other side. I had time to say the last thing he would ever hear.
"It's not the fall that will kill you."
We stopped.
"it's the sudden stop at the bottom."
Sunday 29 July 2012
Questions Answered: Would You Be Straight?
Imagine, if you will, a world in which an individual could choose their sexual orientation. Once chosen, the person's sexual orientation could not be altered again.
I was presented with this concept, and then asked if I could choose to be straight, would I. The short answer: No. The longer answer needs to be broken into multiple issues.
Straight Isn't Necessarily Right.
The way that the question is posed, as well as the way it was asked, implies that heterosexuality is "correct", or that homosexuality (and other non-heterosexualities) isn't. Now, I like to think that I'm not a heterophobe (If homophobe's a word, why can't heterophobe be?), some of my best friends are breeders; but, to claim one sexuality is right - and claim others aren't is morally wrong.
People are born into their sexual identity, they discover about a decade into their life what gender(s) they are attracted to, and that's final. People who are gay can act straight (trust me), and people who are straight can act gay (once again, trust me). This doesn't deter in any way from their actual sexual identity. Just because heterosexual sex spawns us all, does not make it "right"; or to be more specific, it does not make it the only "right" option. All sexualities are "right" in their own respect.
Loss of Identity
I have become the person I am today because of my sexual orientation and the trials that are expected to come with it, not to mention the scars (though that is the wrong term) that I have been left with.
Now, I've been lucky. I haven't come across much homophobia. When I have, I've been able to stamp it out. But, I would be a totally different person if I had not pursued the path I have taken. Simple things, such as: my first sexual encounter, my coming to grips with my homosexuality, my coming out, losing my virginity. Those are all things that would pan out in a totally different way, if I was of another sexual persuasion. My life has faults, all of our lives do. But, to be broken is special. If we are broken, we can be put on the path to be fixed, and it is in the journey of our damages and reconciliation, that we can become truly individual and unique. I would rather live with my own faults. I am happy with the individual Io have become.
So, no. No, I would not become straight, if given the choice. If any of the people I manage to rope into reading this blog have anything they would care to add, feel free to comment, or drop me an email. My email's in the About Cole section of the bog.
I was presented with this concept, and then asked if I could choose to be straight, would I. The short answer: No. The longer answer needs to be broken into multiple issues.
Straight Isn't Necessarily Right.
The way that the question is posed, as well as the way it was asked, implies that heterosexuality is "correct", or that homosexuality (and other non-heterosexualities) isn't. Now, I like to think that I'm not a heterophobe (If homophobe's a word, why can't heterophobe be?), some of my best friends are breeders; but, to claim one sexuality is right - and claim others aren't is morally wrong.
People are born into their sexual identity, they discover about a decade into their life what gender(s) they are attracted to, and that's final. People who are gay can act straight (trust me), and people who are straight can act gay (once again, trust me). This doesn't deter in any way from their actual sexual identity. Just because heterosexual sex spawns us all, does not make it "right"; or to be more specific, it does not make it the only "right" option. All sexualities are "right" in their own respect.
Loss of Identity
I have become the person I am today because of my sexual orientation and the trials that are expected to come with it, not to mention the scars (though that is the wrong term) that I have been left with.
Now, I've been lucky. I haven't come across much homophobia. When I have, I've been able to stamp it out. But, I would be a totally different person if I had not pursued the path I have taken. Simple things, such as: my first sexual encounter, my coming to grips with my homosexuality, my coming out, losing my virginity. Those are all things that would pan out in a totally different way, if I was of another sexual persuasion. My life has faults, all of our lives do. But, to be broken is special. If we are broken, we can be put on the path to be fixed, and it is in the journey of our damages and reconciliation, that we can become truly individual and unique. I would rather live with my own faults. I am happy with the individual Io have become.
So, no. No, I would not become straight, if given the choice. If any of the people I manage to rope into reading this blog have anything they would care to add, feel free to comment, or drop me an email. My email's in the About Cole section of the bog.
Wednesday 25 July 2012
Slender Man
If you stare into the abyss, it stares back, into you. It's inhuman form rendering me so much more terrified by it's human facade, endeavouring to draw me in with it's gaze. A mortifying gaze. One without a face.
As I stood there, fixed to the earth like the tormented soul I have become, it drew near. Slender. Like a collection of branches and malevilence, gliding towards me. It's shadow would have ensnared me, if the trees and the twilight hadn't already done so.
Fear had become me, yet I managed to suppress it's evil urges. I turned on the spot and sprinted away from the woods, torch in hand, heart in mouth. I made it to the cabin, and suffered the worst kind of sleepless night.
As dawn broke, I set off for town. Swearing that it's gaze was upon me the entire time. Perhaps an illusion, I thought. How wrong I was. It had left it's tainted mark upon my mental health, and would soon enough leave it's mark upon my flesh, of this I was certain.
I shivered into the town square and managed to pass two words from between my lips. "Slender Man!" With this, the roar of the markets subsided and retreated into solitude. Nobody wanted to help, nor could they. This was my curse, my burden.
I was left in the loneliness of my abhorred situation, and it would never change. Dread wormed it's way through my mind, and it became my only thought.
I awoke to find the pitch blackness consumed the sky. Nobody had tried to move me, or leave their abodes, or so it seemed. I prayed to my god, but knew it would be of little help. The Tall One bowed to no god, it only pursued.
A pin-prick of realisation amplified into a barrage of spines that maimed my entire being. I can't live like this, everything I was, or could have been was irrelevant. I belonged to the Slender Man now.
I made my way into the woods, once more. This time knowing I would not return. I paced the previous night's route, and halted at the point where we met.
He was waiting.
Somehow, within the span of a night, he had become so much more terrifying. His attire a deeper shade of death than any that could be imagined. His grotesque form looming above me, topped by a gaze more severe than any other.
I stared into the abyss, and it stared into me.
As I stood there, fixed to the earth like the tormented soul I have become, it drew near. Slender. Like a collection of branches and malevilence, gliding towards me. It's shadow would have ensnared me, if the trees and the twilight hadn't already done so.
Fear had become me, yet I managed to suppress it's evil urges. I turned on the spot and sprinted away from the woods, torch in hand, heart in mouth. I made it to the cabin, and suffered the worst kind of sleepless night.
As dawn broke, I set off for town. Swearing that it's gaze was upon me the entire time. Perhaps an illusion, I thought. How wrong I was. It had left it's tainted mark upon my mental health, and would soon enough leave it's mark upon my flesh, of this I was certain.
I shivered into the town square and managed to pass two words from between my lips. "Slender Man!" With this, the roar of the markets subsided and retreated into solitude. Nobody wanted to help, nor could they. This was my curse, my burden.
I was left in the loneliness of my abhorred situation, and it would never change. Dread wormed it's way through my mind, and it became my only thought.
I awoke to find the pitch blackness consumed the sky. Nobody had tried to move me, or leave their abodes, or so it seemed. I prayed to my god, but knew it would be of little help. The Tall One bowed to no god, it only pursued.
A pin-prick of realisation amplified into a barrage of spines that maimed my entire being. I can't live like this, everything I was, or could have been was irrelevant. I belonged to the Slender Man now.
I made my way into the woods, once more. This time knowing I would not return. I paced the previous night's route, and halted at the point where we met.
He was waiting.
Somehow, within the span of a night, he had become so much more terrifying. His attire a deeper shade of death than any that could be imagined. His grotesque form looming above me, topped by a gaze more severe than any other.
I stared into the abyss, and it stared into me.
Monday 16 July 2012
Summertime
Today is a venus flytrap day. A beautiful day that seems like nothing could go wrong, to anybody. The sort of day where somebody can make a plan, and it will succeed.
Caught in daydreaming. I didn't notice the speeding vehicle racing towards me. The jaws of the plant shut.
Caught in daydreaming. I didn't notice the speeding vehicle racing towards me. The jaws of the plant shut.
Thursday 12 July 2012
Psymon's Tale Pt. V
"You'll never guess what!" I exclaim.
"You got invited to Nate's party tonight." This is a statement, rather than a question, as Zoe is holding a similar note to the one in my hand.
"Hey! Why didn't I get an invite." Max is rummaging through his locker now, moving his possessions in a rapid flurry. Zoe decides to calm him. "Max, chill. The invites are you plus one. So shut up, and be my plus one."
I look at the invite, and sure enough, it says to bring an extra guest. It also says to bring your own booze.
"Erm, guys. You do realise it's a B.Y.O.B. bash, right?"
"That's fine." Max assures. "My parents don't check the booze cabinet. What's your poison?"
"Vodka. Russian." Zoe states, handing Max the appropriate amount of cash.
"Malibu., if you can." I reach into my wallet and hand Max a twenty.
The bell for third period rings and we head our separate ways. We reconvene in the lunch hall and sit at our usual table.
I look around and spot Jacob paying for his food. Max and Zoe follow my gaze and ask if that's him. I confirm, then immediately wish I hadn't.
"Hey Jacob! Over here!" Zoe shouts and waves until he turns and walks towards us. He sees me and sits opposite me.
"Hey." Jacob greets them in the shortest of ways. He seems to be unsure of the situation and is erring on the edge of safe.
"Sorry." I mutter, knowing the my friends, well Zoe, will likely embarrass me.
"Max." Max says, offering his hand. Jacob takes it.
"Jacob, but I take it you already know." He giggles in my direction, and I blush.
"Hi, I'm Zoe. If you hurt him, I will kill you."
"Thank you Zoe." I groan.
"'Cause he likes you, and he's a really big pussy when it comes to boys. So play nice, ok?"
"Thank you Zoe"
"Oh, we're going to this party tonight, and he wants to bring you along as his plus one. So what do you say?"
"Thank you Zoe"
"You're welcome hun." She smiles at me. I'm now crossing off ways to kill her, hoping to find the most painful.
"Yeah, that sounds cool." Jacob says, touching my feet with his. "It'll be fun."
We all eat our lunch, whilst Zoe and Max get to know Jacob, I get to know Jacob a little better too. We finish our meal, and head off to the lockers to relax.
"You got invited to Nate's party tonight." This is a statement, rather than a question, as Zoe is holding a similar note to the one in my hand.
"Hey! Why didn't I get an invite." Max is rummaging through his locker now, moving his possessions in a rapid flurry. Zoe decides to calm him. "Max, chill. The invites are you plus one. So shut up, and be my plus one."
I look at the invite, and sure enough, it says to bring an extra guest. It also says to bring your own booze.
"Erm, guys. You do realise it's a B.Y.O.B. bash, right?"
"That's fine." Max assures. "My parents don't check the booze cabinet. What's your poison?"
"Vodka. Russian." Zoe states, handing Max the appropriate amount of cash.
"Malibu., if you can." I reach into my wallet and hand Max a twenty.
The bell for third period rings and we head our separate ways. We reconvene in the lunch hall and sit at our usual table.
I look around and spot Jacob paying for his food. Max and Zoe follow my gaze and ask if that's him. I confirm, then immediately wish I hadn't.
"Hey Jacob! Over here!" Zoe shouts and waves until he turns and walks towards us. He sees me and sits opposite me.
"Hey." Jacob greets them in the shortest of ways. He seems to be unsure of the situation and is erring on the edge of safe.
"Sorry." I mutter, knowing the my friends, well Zoe, will likely embarrass me.
"Max." Max says, offering his hand. Jacob takes it.
"Jacob, but I take it you already know." He giggles in my direction, and I blush.
"Hi, I'm Zoe. If you hurt him, I will kill you."
"Thank you Zoe." I groan.
"'Cause he likes you, and he's a really big pussy when it comes to boys. So play nice, ok?"
"Thank you Zoe"
"Oh, we're going to this party tonight, and he wants to bring you along as his plus one. So what do you say?"
"Thank you Zoe"
"You're welcome hun." She smiles at me. I'm now crossing off ways to kill her, hoping to find the most painful.
"Yeah, that sounds cool." Jacob says, touching my feet with his. "It'll be fun."
We all eat our lunch, whilst Zoe and Max get to know Jacob, I get to know Jacob a little better too. We finish our meal, and head off to the lockers to relax.
Wednesday 11 July 2012
Psymon's Tale Pt. IV
The evening light kissed Jacob's features, and so did I. I kissed him, and he kissed me. Tongues dancing in time to our own music, with our own unique choreography. I wanted this moment to last a lifetime, and it did.
Until the alarm punctured my sleeping visions. I notice the time, calculate, and come to the conclusion that I can succumb to my temptations. I know that the door is locked, so I relax and allow myself this moment of weakness. I realise that adolescence isn't pretty, but everyone does it.
About ten minutes later, I'm pouring my milk. Leo snatches it from me and wets his own cereal. I eat in silence. Leo tells Mum that he'll be back late because of one of his friend's parties. I don't really listen, I just eat and think.
Fingers snap in front of my face and I'm now focused on their owner. "Oi, Dipshit. We're heading off in a minute. Get ready and get your ass in the car." I do as my brother says, making sure my appearance is more than presentable, just in case I happen to pass Jacob in the hallways.
We take the journey to school the same way we do every day. With silence between Leo and I. I sit in the back and plug in my headphones, he turns his radio up. This is the extent of our relationship. Who said there's anything better than brotherly love?
We arrive at school and Leo drives off to work. He works up at the music shop a few streets away from the school.
I text Zoe and Max, my two best friends (well, I suppose that's what you'd call them. We hang about most of the time.). Zoe tells me she's by our lockers with Max. I go to my locker. Pack away my belonging, and take out my school essentials.
"Zoe, come here." She does, and I make her lean forward. I scribble upon the paper I have against her back and fold it multiple times.
I place the note through the vent in Jacob's locker, and walk with my comrades to first period.
"So, do we get to know his name?" Max chimes.
"Jacob" I say. I decide to continue. "I went out and had pizza with him last night. It was, it was..."
"It was magical, and fabulous, and I loved every second, I also wanked over him. See I have jizz stains on my jeans." I look down. "Oh, my god, you totally did." Zoe is a bitch, but I love her, and she knows it. She punches me softly and smiles. "I thought you never dated anyway."
"It's called growing up, you should try it some time." I smile. She is about to come back with some witty retort, but we arrive at first period. We enter and take our usual seats at the middle of the classroom. The teacher suspects the back to be disruptive, so she pays no mind to us.
We all share a knowing glance and sign in to our usual messaging system on our phones.
sowhatgirl: so tell us
SwordOfDoom: yh come on wanna no
Psykick: well we just went for pizza. But he seems really cool. like hes a really cute guy and i think i like him
Paykick: he likes me 2 i think
sowhatgirl: omg u r so gay :p
Psykick: dont u no it
SwordOfDoom: wait what did ur mum say
Psykick: nothin she didnt have the chance to really
sowhatgirl: u gotta tell her @ sum point u no if she dont lyk it we hav a box in the yard :D
SwordOfDoom: what she said but more supportive
sowhatgirl: fuck u max
SwordOfDoom: xxx
Psykick: i know i have to but i dont wanna can we drop it
sowhatgirl: that last part about jacobs boxers
Psykick: fuck u
sowhatgirl: xxx
SwordOfDoom: HEY thats my bit
We spent the rest of the period talking about nonsense. We spend the second period in exactly the same way.
At break, we go to the lockers. I open mine, pick up the note and gasp.
Until the alarm punctured my sleeping visions. I notice the time, calculate, and come to the conclusion that I can succumb to my temptations. I know that the door is locked, so I relax and allow myself this moment of weakness. I realise that adolescence isn't pretty, but everyone does it.
About ten minutes later, I'm pouring my milk. Leo snatches it from me and wets his own cereal. I eat in silence. Leo tells Mum that he'll be back late because of one of his friend's parties. I don't really listen, I just eat and think.
Fingers snap in front of my face and I'm now focused on their owner. "Oi, Dipshit. We're heading off in a minute. Get ready and get your ass in the car." I do as my brother says, making sure my appearance is more than presentable, just in case I happen to pass Jacob in the hallways.
We take the journey to school the same way we do every day. With silence between Leo and I. I sit in the back and plug in my headphones, he turns his radio up. This is the extent of our relationship. Who said there's anything better than brotherly love?
We arrive at school and Leo drives off to work. He works up at the music shop a few streets away from the school.
I text Zoe and Max, my two best friends (well, I suppose that's what you'd call them. We hang about most of the time.). Zoe tells me she's by our lockers with Max. I go to my locker. Pack away my belonging, and take out my school essentials.
"Zoe, come here." She does, and I make her lean forward. I scribble upon the paper I have against her back and fold it multiple times.
I place the note through the vent in Jacob's locker, and walk with my comrades to first period.
"So, do we get to know his name?" Max chimes.
"Jacob" I say. I decide to continue. "I went out and had pizza with him last night. It was, it was..."
"It was magical, and fabulous, and I loved every second, I also wanked over him. See I have jizz stains on my jeans." I look down. "Oh, my god, you totally did." Zoe is a bitch, but I love her, and she knows it. She punches me softly and smiles. "I thought you never dated anyway."
"It's called growing up, you should try it some time." I smile. She is about to come back with some witty retort, but we arrive at first period. We enter and take our usual seats at the middle of the classroom. The teacher suspects the back to be disruptive, so she pays no mind to us.
We all share a knowing glance and sign in to our usual messaging system on our phones.
sowhatgirl: so tell us
SwordOfDoom: yh come on wanna no
Psykick: well we just went for pizza. But he seems really cool. like hes a really cute guy and i think i like him
Paykick: he likes me 2 i think
sowhatgirl: omg u r so gay :p
Psykick: dont u no it
SwordOfDoom: wait what did ur mum say
Psykick: nothin she didnt have the chance to really
sowhatgirl: u gotta tell her @ sum point u no if she dont lyk it we hav a box in the yard :D
SwordOfDoom: what she said but more supportive
sowhatgirl: fuck u max
SwordOfDoom: xxx
Psykick: i know i have to but i dont wanna can we drop it
sowhatgirl: that last part about jacobs boxers
Psykick: fuck u
sowhatgirl: xxx
SwordOfDoom: HEY thats my bit
We spent the rest of the period talking about nonsense. We spend the second period in exactly the same way.
At break, we go to the lockers. I open mine, pick up the note and gasp.
Tuesday 10 July 2012
Revival
I have been granted one day to live, then I die. Again.
One day to say goodbye, one day to say sorry to all those that I have wronged.
I do my part: mother, brother, friends. Lastly: my lover.
I knock, he answers.
"Forgive me. Please"
And then I fade.
One day to say goodbye, one day to say sorry to all those that I have wronged.
I do my part: mother, brother, friends. Lastly: my lover.
I knock, he answers.
"Forgive me. Please"
And then I fade.
Monday 9 July 2012
Escapism
I'm reading something. So are you.
I'm getting caught in the romance of it all. Such a sensation: it's unreal. I can be lifted out of my depressions and fears because of another's ideas. I see their lands in my mind's eye.
Now I know: this is why we read.
I'm getting caught in the romance of it all. Such a sensation: it's unreal. I can be lifted out of my depressions and fears because of another's ideas. I see their lands in my mind's eye.
Now I know: this is why we read.
Friday 29 June 2012
Numb
Love lived, love lost. Fires burn, then get extinguished before they can blaze into brilliance. Think of it, a fire killed in it's infancy, leaving only the wet coals behind. It seems like an unforgiving curse; the one bestowed upon me.I have become so numb.
I wish it hurt.
I wish it hurt.
Sunday 17 June 2012
The Complete Psymon's Tale (so far)
What can I say?
I couldn't think of what I could possibly say to him, not even an opening gambit. I was stood up against the lockers, feeling naked and abashed, and he was right there; looking confident and devilishly handsome in his Etnies trainers, skinny-fit jeans, and Criminal Damage shirt.
He was my most recent in my ever-growing line of male crushes, but I had a good feeling about this one. Forcing myself to be confident, I strode up to him and asked the simplest of questions. I still managed to mess it up, as I do with an unequivocal panache. I meant to ask him if he wanted to catch a bite to eat after class ends, but it came out like this:
"Hey Jacob, I was wondering if, I mean, would you... you know."
"No, I don't know." He said, giggling slightly, not in a sour way. No , quite the inverse. He was sweet - sweeter than his predecessors in my crush list.
That's what drew me to him: his personality. That, and his fascinating aesthetics. If I was a religious boy, I'd say he was crafted by angels of the highest artistic capability. As I am not, I'll just admit that he's really hot. His skin: white as snow, his face: dignified (he defiantly looks older than his years should allow). But, his most spellbinding feature: his hair. Oh, his hair!
He was playing with his coils of pure gold as he continued his end of our discourse. "You're going to have to tell me Psymon. I'm not a psychic. C'mon, I don't bite, without asking first." He finished his quip with his usual giggle. That sweet sound that drives me insane when in math class; but this giggle was because of me, it was special.
"Well." I stammered "I was wondering if, and you can completely say no, I'd understand..."
"You're going off on a tangent, Psy. If you're going to say something: say it." He paused, with a wave of realisation crashing over him. "Oh! You're nervous." He giggled at this. "Just do what I do. Picture people in their underwear, it really helps me."
I did picture people, well person, and it did nothing for my nerves. My libido sky-rocketed though. Thanks Jacob, I never knew you were a briefs boy. I took in a deep breath, and prepared to continue.
Then the bell rang.
"Oh, it's end of lunch already? Damn, I have to head off to home ec in a minute, but I was wondering." Jacob paused, picking his words carefully. "Do you want to go for a bite to eat after class ends?"
"Yeah!" I blurted out, only slightly too quickly. Jacob noticed, as he giggled. I paused and said "I mean, I'd really like that."
"Great. It's a date then." Jacob said "Can I pick you up at the main entrance?"
"Sure."
"Great, I gotta go. I'll see you later then Psy." With that he walked off down the hall to home economics.
"I'll see you later" I whispered.
I did no work in my math class, next period.
I paced the back and forth in front of the main entrance for the hundredth time, only stopping in front of a polished plaque to wonder if I had been stood up, and to make sure my appearance was fine just in case I had not. My psychotic grooming was interrupted by a face suddenly behind me.
"Boo!" I jumped near half a mile, well that may be a slight exaggeration, but I still jumped. "Hello handsome, did I scare you?" That familiar voice, mixed with that unmistakable giggle, informed me that my evening plans didn't involve a walk to the bus stop alone, just yet.
"No, you didn't scare me." I lied. I was a terrible liar, and this one was as clear to see through as glass. Really, really see-through glass, that had recently been cleaned multiple times over.
"Sure, whatever. So, where do you fancy going then? There's that new pizza place that's just opened up, it's only a five minute walk from here." I didn't mind where we ate, as long as I ate with Jacob. I was lost within Jacob's delicate features; my gaze must have been that of an obvious daydreamer. "Oi, Psy! Pizza?" I was blushing. "Yeah, pizza. Why not."
It took more than five minutes to walk up to the pizza joint, neither of us minded though; we talked about our day, well Jacob talked - I listened. I don't know if this has come across yet, but I'm not the most confident of guys; I'm not a social pariah, but I'm no party animal. I don't know why, it's just how I have always been I suppose. But I was determined to work through my issues; I'd denied myself the opportunity to date in the past, and I'd had it.
We rounded the corner and entered the restaurant. The diner was an ultra-modern space with lights embedded into the floor and base of the booths. Jacob and I took a booth by a window. We parked ourselves onto the leather seating, facing opposite one another. We discussed what pizzas we would have. We decided upon a pepperoni pizza to share between us.
As we waited for our meal, Jacob and I decided to exchange facts about ourselves. I learned that Jacob was into cooking and musical theatre, and he learned that I liked fashion and literature.
"So do you have any siblings?" Jacob asked
"One, an older brother. You?"
"Nah, only child. Your turn."
I was holding up fairly well, becoming a bit more confident around Jacob and his captivating charm. I had the perfect question. "Do your family know... about, you know?"
"You mean me liking guys? It's hard not to know when your the constant focus of two people's attention. I take it your's don't."
I swallowed. "It's not like I haven't tried to tell them, but I can never seem to find the perfect moment. I get too nervous anyways. I know that seems a little weird considering I'm out at school, but I like to keep the school separate from the rest of my life."
"Then what do you call this?" Jacob punctuated his victory with his usual giggle.
I paused, for what seemed to me like an eternity, but what was realistically only five seconds. I managed to whisper the two words. "A risk."
Jacob had his entire attention on me. He looked deep into my eyes, and smiled softly. "Some risks are worth taking." We stared into one another's eyes. His: sky blue, calm and inviting pools in which I was finding myself being ensnared within, and I welcomed the pull.
We were interrupted by the waitress, a young black haired woman, about twenty or so. She served our pizza with a smile and a cheeky remark: "You boys behave now, and have fun."
We continued our discussion, but focused more on what boys we found cute, and stayed clear of the serious matters. I enjoyed the mixture of pepperoni and conversation. I went to reach for the last slice and found my hand upon Jacob's. He didn't say a word, instead he upturned his hand and held mine back. "Can I walk you back home Psy?" Suddenly forgetting about the last slice, I quickly paid half of the bill (Jacob payed the other), gathered my jacket and left the diner with Jacob.
We arrived at mine at about half past seven. The evening light kissed Jacob's skin, illuminating it beyond beauty; but this was my home, and my parents would never understand, nor forgive, me if I reacted upon my adolescent temptations.
"Well, this is me. Thank you for tonight. I really enjoyed it."
"Same here. Ooh Psy, you still have some sauce on your lip." Without warning he put his finger to my lip and wiped the sauce from the side of my mouth. I liked Jacob's touch, but to do it in public was confusing to say the least. " Well, goodnight." As he turned away, the evening glow reflected off of his blonde curls. "Jacob" I said. He turned to face me again, smiling softly. "Yeah Psy?"
I walked up to him, and gave him the briefest of hugs. I came to the conclusion that if anyone saw the sauce be wiped from my lip, and didn't mind, they wouldn't mind this. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow Psy."
We finished our embrace, and went our separate ways. I turned and walked up my path. With a song in my heart, and a spring in my step, I opened my front door.
"Who was that dear?" Said my mother with more than a hint of bitter curiosity.
The song stopped.
"It's nothing mum, he's just a friend." I suddenly sunk back into my insecurities. I skulked off to my room before anymore could be said on the matter.
My room is my sanctuary, my clearing in the crowded unforgiving forest of my home life. The walls are a multicoloured abstract of my design. We moved here last year, but I decided to leave a wall blank. "Tonight" I thought "I'll change that." I locked my door, adorned my headphones, and let the music take over.
By the time I had finished, it was the late hours of the night. I stepped back and looked at my soundscape dedicated to Jacob. It was magnificent, to match him. Golden swirls kissing creamy whites, blacks complimenting aquamarines, complex yet delicate. I loved the intricacies of the wall.
I lay in my bed and stare at my sexuality, a complex canvas of blues and blacks and hidden secrets. Sinking into my pillows, I thought about today's events: standing by the lockers, my insecurities, his confidence, our date. Sinking further into slimber one name was on my mind.
Jacob.
I couldn't think of what I could possibly say to him, not even an opening gambit. I was stood up against the lockers, feeling naked and abashed, and he was right there; looking confident and devilishly handsome in his Etnies trainers, skinny-fit jeans, and Criminal Damage shirt.
He was my most recent in my ever-growing line of male crushes, but I had a good feeling about this one. Forcing myself to be confident, I strode up to him and asked the simplest of questions. I still managed to mess it up, as I do with an unequivocal panache. I meant to ask him if he wanted to catch a bite to eat after class ends, but it came out like this:
"Hey Jacob, I was wondering if, I mean, would you... you know."
"No, I don't know." He said, giggling slightly, not in a sour way. No , quite the inverse. He was sweet - sweeter than his predecessors in my crush list.
That's what drew me to him: his personality. That, and his fascinating aesthetics. If I was a religious boy, I'd say he was crafted by angels of the highest artistic capability. As I am not, I'll just admit that he's really hot. His skin: white as snow, his face: dignified (he defiantly looks older than his years should allow). But, his most spellbinding feature: his hair. Oh, his hair!
He was playing with his coils of pure gold as he continued his end of our discourse. "You're going to have to tell me Psymon. I'm not a psychic. C'mon, I don't bite, without asking first." He finished his quip with his usual giggle. That sweet sound that drives me insane when in math class; but this giggle was because of me, it was special.
"Well." I stammered "I was wondering if, and you can completely say no, I'd understand..."
"You're going off on a tangent, Psy. If you're going to say something: say it." He paused, with a wave of realisation crashing over him. "Oh! You're nervous." He giggled at this. "Just do what I do. Picture people in their underwear, it really helps me."
I did picture people, well person, and it did nothing for my nerves. My libido sky-rocketed though. Thanks Jacob, I never knew you were a briefs boy. I took in a deep breath, and prepared to continue.
Then the bell rang.
"Oh, it's end of lunch already? Damn, I have to head off to home ec in a minute, but I was wondering." Jacob paused, picking his words carefully. "Do you want to go for a bite to eat after class ends?"
"Yeah!" I blurted out, only slightly too quickly. Jacob noticed, as he giggled. I paused and said "I mean, I'd really like that."
"Great. It's a date then." Jacob said "Can I pick you up at the main entrance?"
"Sure."
"Great, I gotta go. I'll see you later then Psy." With that he walked off down the hall to home economics.
"I'll see you later" I whispered.
I did no work in my math class, next period.
I paced the back and forth in front of the main entrance for the hundredth time, only stopping in front of a polished plaque to wonder if I had been stood up, and to make sure my appearance was fine just in case I had not. My psychotic grooming was interrupted by a face suddenly behind me.
"Boo!" I jumped near half a mile, well that may be a slight exaggeration, but I still jumped. "Hello handsome, did I scare you?" That familiar voice, mixed with that unmistakable giggle, informed me that my evening plans didn't involve a walk to the bus stop alone, just yet.
"No, you didn't scare me." I lied. I was a terrible liar, and this one was as clear to see through as glass. Really, really see-through glass, that had recently been cleaned multiple times over.
"Sure, whatever. So, where do you fancy going then? There's that new pizza place that's just opened up, it's only a five minute walk from here." I didn't mind where we ate, as long as I ate with Jacob. I was lost within Jacob's delicate features; my gaze must have been that of an obvious daydreamer. "Oi, Psy! Pizza?" I was blushing. "Yeah, pizza. Why not."
It took more than five minutes to walk up to the pizza joint, neither of us minded though; we talked about our day, well Jacob talked - I listened. I don't know if this has come across yet, but I'm not the most confident of guys; I'm not a social pariah, but I'm no party animal. I don't know why, it's just how I have always been I suppose. But I was determined to work through my issues; I'd denied myself the opportunity to date in the past, and I'd had it.
We rounded the corner and entered the restaurant. The diner was an ultra-modern space with lights embedded into the floor and base of the booths. Jacob and I took a booth by a window. We parked ourselves onto the leather seating, facing opposite one another. We discussed what pizzas we would have. We decided upon a pepperoni pizza to share between us.
As we waited for our meal, Jacob and I decided to exchange facts about ourselves. I learned that Jacob was into cooking and musical theatre, and he learned that I liked fashion and literature.
"So do you have any siblings?" Jacob asked
"One, an older brother. You?"
"Nah, only child. Your turn."
I was holding up fairly well, becoming a bit more confident around Jacob and his captivating charm. I had the perfect question. "Do your family know... about, you know?"
"You mean me liking guys? It's hard not to know when your the constant focus of two people's attention. I take it your's don't."
I swallowed. "It's not like I haven't tried to tell them, but I can never seem to find the perfect moment. I get too nervous anyways. I know that seems a little weird considering I'm out at school, but I like to keep the school separate from the rest of my life."
"Then what do you call this?" Jacob punctuated his victory with his usual giggle.
I paused, for what seemed to me like an eternity, but what was realistically only five seconds. I managed to whisper the two words. "A risk."
Jacob had his entire attention on me. He looked deep into my eyes, and smiled softly. "Some risks are worth taking." We stared into one another's eyes. His: sky blue, calm and inviting pools in which I was finding myself being ensnared within, and I welcomed the pull.
We were interrupted by the waitress, a young black haired woman, about twenty or so. She served our pizza with a smile and a cheeky remark: "You boys behave now, and have fun."
We continued our discussion, but focused more on what boys we found cute, and stayed clear of the serious matters. I enjoyed the mixture of pepperoni and conversation. I went to reach for the last slice and found my hand upon Jacob's. He didn't say a word, instead he upturned his hand and held mine back. "Can I walk you back home Psy?" Suddenly forgetting about the last slice, I quickly paid half of the bill (Jacob payed the other), gathered my jacket and left the diner with Jacob.
We arrived at mine at about half past seven. The evening light kissed Jacob's skin, illuminating it beyond beauty; but this was my home, and my parents would never understand, nor forgive, me if I reacted upon my adolescent temptations.
"Well, this is me. Thank you for tonight. I really enjoyed it."
"Same here. Ooh Psy, you still have some sauce on your lip." Without warning he put his finger to my lip and wiped the sauce from the side of my mouth. I liked Jacob's touch, but to do it in public was confusing to say the least. " Well, goodnight." As he turned away, the evening glow reflected off of his blonde curls. "Jacob" I said. He turned to face me again, smiling softly. "Yeah Psy?"
I walked up to him, and gave him the briefest of hugs. I came to the conclusion that if anyone saw the sauce be wiped from my lip, and didn't mind, they wouldn't mind this. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow Psy."
We finished our embrace, and went our separate ways. I turned and walked up my path. With a song in my heart, and a spring in my step, I opened my front door.
"Who was that dear?" Said my mother with more than a hint of bitter curiosity.
The song stopped.
"It's nothing mum, he's just a friend." I suddenly sunk back into my insecurities. I skulked off to my room before anymore could be said on the matter.
My room is my sanctuary, my clearing in the crowded unforgiving forest of my home life. The walls are a multicoloured abstract of my design. We moved here last year, but I decided to leave a wall blank. "Tonight" I thought "I'll change that." I locked my door, adorned my headphones, and let the music take over.
By the time I had finished, it was the late hours of the night. I stepped back and looked at my soundscape dedicated to Jacob. It was magnificent, to match him. Golden swirls kissing creamy whites, blacks complimenting aquamarines, complex yet delicate. I loved the intricacies of the wall.
I lay in my bed and stare at my sexuality, a complex canvas of blues and blacks and hidden secrets. Sinking into my pillows, I thought about today's events: standing by the lockers, my insecurities, his confidence, our date. Sinking further into slimber one name was on my mind.
Jacob.
Psymon's Tale Pt. III
"It's nothing mum, he's just a friend." I suddenly sunk back into my insecurities. I skulked off to my room before anymore could be said on the matter.
My room is my sanctuary, my clearing in the crowded unforgiving forest of my home life. The walls are a multicoloured abstract of my design. We moved here last year, but I decided to leave a wall blank. "Tonight" I thought "I'll change that." I locked my door, adorned my headphones, and let the music take over.
By the time I had finished, it was the late hours of the night. I stepped back and looked at my soundscape dedicated to Jacob. It was magnificent, to match him. Golden swirls kissing creamy whites, blacks complimenting aquamarines, complex yet delicate. I loved the intricacies of the wall.
I lay in my bed and stare at my sexuality, a complex canvas of blues and blacks and hidden secrets. Sinking into my pillows, I thought about today's events: standing by the lockers, my insecurities, his confidence, our date. Sinking further into slimber one name was on my mind.
Jacob.
My room is my sanctuary, my clearing in the crowded unforgiving forest of my home life. The walls are a multicoloured abstract of my design. We moved here last year, but I decided to leave a wall blank. "Tonight" I thought "I'll change that." I locked my door, adorned my headphones, and let the music take over.
By the time I had finished, it was the late hours of the night. I stepped back and looked at my soundscape dedicated to Jacob. It was magnificent, to match him. Golden swirls kissing creamy whites, blacks complimenting aquamarines, complex yet delicate. I loved the intricacies of the wall.
I lay in my bed and stare at my sexuality, a complex canvas of blues and blacks and hidden secrets. Sinking into my pillows, I thought about today's events: standing by the lockers, my insecurities, his confidence, our date. Sinking further into slimber one name was on my mind.
Jacob.
Tuesday 12 June 2012
Apologies
I will be updating less often now that I am back in education. I will post definatly once a week.
Lewis
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Saturday 9 June 2012
My First Day
My first day at school was horrible. All the kids picked on me, called me names, even put pins in my chair! It was horrible. I couldn't imagine a more hellish place in which I would spend my years.
That's the moment that I realised I wasn't a good teacher.
That's the moment that I realised I wasn't a good teacher.
The Excuse
"Lewis! You didn't post a single story yesterday."
"Well, I apologise. I had plans for yesterday."
"Lewis, would you care to tell us all what they were."
"If you must know, I had a date."
"Lewis, I know you. You didn't have a date, did you?"
"No... No I didn't."
"Well, I apologise. I had plans for yesterday."
"Lewis, would you care to tell us all what they were."
"If you must know, I had a date."
"Lewis, I know you. You didn't have a date, did you?"
"No... No I didn't."
Thursday 7 June 2012
Psymon's Tale Pt. II
I paced the back and forth in front of the main entrance for the hundredth time, only stopping in front of a polished plaque to wonder if I had been stood up, and to make sure my appearance was fine just in case I had not. My psychotic grooming was interrupted by a face suddenly behind me.
"Boo!" I jumped near half a mile, well that may be a slight exaggeration, but I still jumped. "Hello handsome, did I scare you?" That familiar voice, mixed with that unmistakable giggle, informed me that my evening plans didn't involve a walk to the bus stop alone, just yet.
"No, you didn't scare me." I lied. I was a terrible liar, and this one was as clear to see through as glass. Really, really see-through glass, that had recently been cleaned multiple times over.
"Sure, whatever. So, where do you fancy going then? There's that new pizza place that's just opened up, it's only a five minute walk from here." I didn't mind where we ate, as long as I ate with Jacob. I was lost within Jacob's delicate features; my gaze must have been that of an obvious daydreamer. "Oi, Psy! Pizza?" I was blushing. "Yeah, pizza. Why not."
It took more than five minutes to walk up to the pizza joint, neither of us minded though; we talked about our day, well Jacob talked - I listened. I don't know if this has come across yet, but I'm not the most confident of guys; I'm not a social pariah, but I'm no party animal. I don't know why, it's just how I have always been I suppose. But I was determined to work through my issues; I'd denied myself the opportunity to date in the past, and I'd had it.
We rounded the corner and entered the restaurant. The diner was an ultra-modern space with lights embedded into the floor and base of the booths. Jacob and I took a booth by a window. We parked ourselves onto the leather seating, facing opposite one another. We discussed what pizzas we would have. We decided upon a pepperoni pizza to share between us.
As we waited for our meal, Jacob and I decided to exchange facts about ourselves. I learned that Jacob was into cooking and musical theatre, and he learned that I liked fashion and literature.
"So do you have any siblings?" Jacob asked
"One, an older brother. You?"
"Nah, only child. Your turn."
I was holding up fairly well, becoming a bit more confident around Jacob and his captivating charm. I had the perfect question. "Do your family know... about, you know?"
"You mean me liking guys? It's hard not to know when your the constant focus of two people's attention. I take it your's don't."
I swallowed. "It's not like I haven't tried to tell them, but I can never seem to find the perfect moment. I get too nervous anyways. I know that seems a little weird considering I'm out at school, but I like to keep the school separate from the rest of my life."
"Then what do you call this?" Jacob punctuated his victory with his usual giggle.
I paused, for what seemed to me like an eternity, but what was realistically only five seconds. I managed to whisper the two words. "A risk."
Jacob had his entire attention on me. He looked deep into my eyes, and smiled softly. "Some risks are worth taking." We stared into one another's eyes. His: sky blue, calm and inviting pools in which I was finding myself being ensnared within, and I welcomed the pull.
We were interrupted by the waitress, a young black haired woman, about twenty or so. She served our pizza with a smile and a cheeky remark: "You boys behave now, and have fun."
We continued our discussion, but focused more on what boys we found cute, and stayed clear of the serious matters. I enjoyed the mixture of pepperoni and conversation. I went to reach for the last slice and found my hand upon Jacob's. He didn't say a word, instead he upturned his hand and held mine back. "Can I walk you back home Psy?" Suddenly forgetting about the last slice, I quickly paid half of the bill (Jacob payed the other), gathered my jacket and left the diner with Jacob.
We arrived at mine at about half past seven. The evening light kissed Jacob's skin, illuminating it beyond beauty; but this was my home, and my parents would never understand, nor forgive, me if I reacted upon my adolescent temptations.
"Well, this is me. Thank you for tonight. I really enjoyed it."
"Same here. Ooh Psy, you still have some sauce on your lip." Without warning he put his finger to my lip and wiped the sauce from the side of my mouth. I liked Jacob's touch, but to do it in public was confusing to say the least. " Well, goodnight." As he turned away, the evening glow reflected off of his blonde curls. "Jacob" I said. He turned to face me again, smiling softly. "Yeah Psy?"
I walked up to him, and gave him the briefest of hugs. I came to the conclusion that if anyone saw the sauce be wiped from my lip, and didn't mind, they wouldn't mind this. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow Psy."
We finished our embrace, and went our separate ways. I turned and walked up my path. With a song in my heart, and a spring in my step, I opened my front door.
"Who was that dear?" Said my mother with more than a hint of bitter curiosity.
The song stopped.
"Boo!" I jumped near half a mile, well that may be a slight exaggeration, but I still jumped. "Hello handsome, did I scare you?" That familiar voice, mixed with that unmistakable giggle, informed me that my evening plans didn't involve a walk to the bus stop alone, just yet.
"No, you didn't scare me." I lied. I was a terrible liar, and this one was as clear to see through as glass. Really, really see-through glass, that had recently been cleaned multiple times over.
"Sure, whatever. So, where do you fancy going then? There's that new pizza place that's just opened up, it's only a five minute walk from here." I didn't mind where we ate, as long as I ate with Jacob. I was lost within Jacob's delicate features; my gaze must have been that of an obvious daydreamer. "Oi, Psy! Pizza?" I was blushing. "Yeah, pizza. Why not."
It took more than five minutes to walk up to the pizza joint, neither of us minded though; we talked about our day, well Jacob talked - I listened. I don't know if this has come across yet, but I'm not the most confident of guys; I'm not a social pariah, but I'm no party animal. I don't know why, it's just how I have always been I suppose. But I was determined to work through my issues; I'd denied myself the opportunity to date in the past, and I'd had it.
We rounded the corner and entered the restaurant. The diner was an ultra-modern space with lights embedded into the floor and base of the booths. Jacob and I took a booth by a window. We parked ourselves onto the leather seating, facing opposite one another. We discussed what pizzas we would have. We decided upon a pepperoni pizza to share between us.
As we waited for our meal, Jacob and I decided to exchange facts about ourselves. I learned that Jacob was into cooking and musical theatre, and he learned that I liked fashion and literature.
"So do you have any siblings?" Jacob asked
"One, an older brother. You?"
"Nah, only child. Your turn."
I was holding up fairly well, becoming a bit more confident around Jacob and his captivating charm. I had the perfect question. "Do your family know... about, you know?"
"You mean me liking guys? It's hard not to know when your the constant focus of two people's attention. I take it your's don't."
I swallowed. "It's not like I haven't tried to tell them, but I can never seem to find the perfect moment. I get too nervous anyways. I know that seems a little weird considering I'm out at school, but I like to keep the school separate from the rest of my life."
"Then what do you call this?" Jacob punctuated his victory with his usual giggle.
I paused, for what seemed to me like an eternity, but what was realistically only five seconds. I managed to whisper the two words. "A risk."
Jacob had his entire attention on me. He looked deep into my eyes, and smiled softly. "Some risks are worth taking." We stared into one another's eyes. His: sky blue, calm and inviting pools in which I was finding myself being ensnared within, and I welcomed the pull.
We were interrupted by the waitress, a young black haired woman, about twenty or so. She served our pizza with a smile and a cheeky remark: "You boys behave now, and have fun."
We continued our discussion, but focused more on what boys we found cute, and stayed clear of the serious matters. I enjoyed the mixture of pepperoni and conversation. I went to reach for the last slice and found my hand upon Jacob's. He didn't say a word, instead he upturned his hand and held mine back. "Can I walk you back home Psy?" Suddenly forgetting about the last slice, I quickly paid half of the bill (Jacob payed the other), gathered my jacket and left the diner with Jacob.
We arrived at mine at about half past seven. The evening light kissed Jacob's skin, illuminating it beyond beauty; but this was my home, and my parents would never understand, nor forgive, me if I reacted upon my adolescent temptations.
"Well, this is me. Thank you for tonight. I really enjoyed it."
"Same here. Ooh Psy, you still have some sauce on your lip." Without warning he put his finger to my lip and wiped the sauce from the side of my mouth. I liked Jacob's touch, but to do it in public was confusing to say the least. " Well, goodnight." As he turned away, the evening glow reflected off of his blonde curls. "Jacob" I said. He turned to face me again, smiling softly. "Yeah Psy?"
I walked up to him, and gave him the briefest of hugs. I came to the conclusion that if anyone saw the sauce be wiped from my lip, and didn't mind, they wouldn't mind this. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow Psy."
We finished our embrace, and went our separate ways. I turned and walked up my path. With a song in my heart, and a spring in my step, I opened my front door.
"Who was that dear?" Said my mother with more than a hint of bitter curiosity.
The song stopped.
Buses
Buses are the worst mode of public transport. It's slow, packed, and the people on buses are scum.
There's children, crying for attention and mothers giving it to the undeserving brats.
Then there's the obtuse teens, playing their obnoxious music.
Worst of all, there's you. You know what you do.
There's children, crying for attention and mothers giving it to the undeserving brats.
Then there's the obtuse teens, playing their obnoxious music.
Worst of all, there's you. You know what you do.
Wednesday 6 June 2012
The Tea
"Would you like another tea?"
"Ooh, why yes thank you. So, tell me about the house."
"Well, it's got two..."
"No, no, I know all the boring details. Tell me the interesting things."
"It's haunted."
"Haunted! Really?"
"Yes, I'm serious. Who on earth do you think made all the tea?"
"Ooh, why yes thank you. So, tell me about the house."
"Well, it's got two..."
"No, no, I know all the boring details. Tell me the interesting things."
"It's haunted."
"Haunted! Really?"
"Yes, I'm serious. Who on earth do you think made all the tea?"
My First Kiss
We were alone. I was close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body.
I couldn't care less for the entertainment, my adolescent instincts had other plans for the evening.
I leaned closer, he looked up. Before we knew it both of us were one.
Ah, my first kiss.
I couldn't care less for the entertainment, my adolescent instincts had other plans for the evening.
I leaned closer, he looked up. Before we knew it both of us were one.
Ah, my first kiss.
The Cinema
The elderly couple made their way though the crowded cinema. They noticed the surprising amount of youthful faces ready to enjoy the latest documentary by Sacha Baron Cohen: The Dictator.
They made their way to their seats, and parked their rears.
After ten minutes, they realised this wasn't quite right.
They made their way to their seats, and parked their rears.
After ten minutes, they realised this wasn't quite right.
Rampage
The youth stomped in disjointed unison throughout the crowded shopping complex. They had their target in their sights and wouldn't relent until they had done what they had set out to do.
She was scared
Running from the hooded gang. she stopped, and was cornered.
"Miss, you forgot your handbag."
She was scared
Running from the hooded gang. she stopped, and was cornered.
"Miss, you forgot your handbag."
My Thoughts on Sexuality and the Media
Preface: I may be doing a few of these from time to time; it's just nice to express my opinions on matters from time to time.
So: sexuality in the media.
Now, I can't speak for anybody but myself, but I feel that sexuality is represented in the media in a generally positive light; but it could always bee shown in a more delicate, and less obvious light.
From what I understand, over the years homosexuals have appeared more and more in the media: whether as a cautionary tale about how we are demonising children, to being the butt of a joke, to the cliché of the (and note that I use this word with a severe sense of hate) fag and his hag, to homosexuality today. We're a lot closer to acceptance today when compared to fifty years ago, but there's still work to be done.
Now I am not a media geek, and I don't know everything about every book, television show, or video game, but it appears that most, I'll admit not all, times that there's a gay character in a given piece of media text; their sexuality is waved about like a giant flag. Take something like Waterloo Road, or Eastenders: both of these shows have gay characters portrayed really well, yes, but they get labelled as "that gay one."
Modern media is so close to achieving total acceptance of gay people, and as such they're so close to opening the doors to a more tolerant public, specifically youth. Take race, for example (yes I realise race and sexuality are two completely separate subjects, but hear me out): nowadays, we can sit down and watch a film, and there could be a black person in it as the lead role. Decades ago, this would have never happened. Nowadays it's a non-issue. Why? Because society has learned that where a person is from doesn't affect their intellectual or physical abilities. Why can't we get the same for sexuality?
Imagine this: you're sat down in a cinema with a bunch of your friends. You've decided to see the latest action film that's come out. The protagonist is your standard action hero: physically fit, cocky attitude, et cetera. Half way though the film he's deep in the building that the terrorists are set to detonate in just under forty minutes. He locates the hostages, and one of them just happens to be his boyfriend. They kiss, our hero frees everybody. The film continues.
Now, I don't know of any film like that (if you do, feel free to let me know) but wouldn't it be great to see a film like that, or play that story as a video game, where homosexuality is treated as such a non-issue?
Perhaps it's me looking too close again, and wondering how the grass could be greener. I do think that the media depicts gay people in a positive light, I just wish we had more leading roles.
If you have any thoughts on the matter, please post a comment.
So: sexuality in the media.
Now, I can't speak for anybody but myself, but I feel that sexuality is represented in the media in a generally positive light; but it could always bee shown in a more delicate, and less obvious light.
From what I understand, over the years homosexuals have appeared more and more in the media: whether as a cautionary tale about how we are demonising children, to being the butt of a joke, to the cliché of the (and note that I use this word with a severe sense of hate) fag and his hag, to homosexuality today. We're a lot closer to acceptance today when compared to fifty years ago, but there's still work to be done.
Now I am not a media geek, and I don't know everything about every book, television show, or video game, but it appears that most, I'll admit not all, times that there's a gay character in a given piece of media text; their sexuality is waved about like a giant flag. Take something like Waterloo Road, or Eastenders: both of these shows have gay characters portrayed really well, yes, but they get labelled as "that gay one."
Modern media is so close to achieving total acceptance of gay people, and as such they're so close to opening the doors to a more tolerant public, specifically youth. Take race, for example (yes I realise race and sexuality are two completely separate subjects, but hear me out): nowadays, we can sit down and watch a film, and there could be a black person in it as the lead role. Decades ago, this would have never happened. Nowadays it's a non-issue. Why? Because society has learned that where a person is from doesn't affect their intellectual or physical abilities. Why can't we get the same for sexuality?
Imagine this: you're sat down in a cinema with a bunch of your friends. You've decided to see the latest action film that's come out. The protagonist is your standard action hero: physically fit, cocky attitude, et cetera. Half way though the film he's deep in the building that the terrorists are set to detonate in just under forty minutes. He locates the hostages, and one of them just happens to be his boyfriend. They kiss, our hero frees everybody. The film continues.
Now, I don't know of any film like that (if you do, feel free to let me know) but wouldn't it be great to see a film like that, or play that story as a video game, where homosexuality is treated as such a non-issue?
Perhaps it's me looking too close again, and wondering how the grass could be greener. I do think that the media depicts gay people in a positive light, I just wish we had more leading roles.
If you have any thoughts on the matter, please post a comment.
Guilt
It's heart wrenching, seeing a dear friend be trialled and convicted. Witnessing him walk down to the solid police van that will cart him off to a maximum security prison, where he will spend the next twenty years.
As the drove off, I finally realised what the word alibi meant.
As the drove off, I finally realised what the word alibi meant.
Kitty
"Aaaw, what a cute kitty."
"Can we pet him? Pleeeeeeeeease?"
"No kiddies, he's fast asleep."
"Aaaw, ok." They said exasperated.
The cat in question was the fluffiest, cutest, cat ever.
"How much for him, then?"
"For you two? Forty quid."
When they got home, they realised that he was stuffed.
"Can we pet him? Pleeeeeeeeease?"
"No kiddies, he's fast asleep."
"Aaaw, ok." They said exasperated.
The cat in question was the fluffiest, cutest, cat ever.
"How much for him, then?"
"For you two? Forty quid."
When they got home, they realised that he was stuffed.
Tuesday 5 June 2012
At the Laundrette
"Hi, I was wondering if you could help me. I had a really messy day at work. Can you clean this?"
The woman in the laundrette looked at the clothes with a look of shock.
"Oh, yes, I take it you're a doctor then?"
"Hitman."
The woman in the laundrette looked at the clothes with a look of shock.
"Oh, yes, I take it you're a doctor then?"
"Hitman."
Evolution
"Here children, did you know in millions of years fish will be as smart as humans are today. It's true!"
This was the thousandth time that I had heard the teacher give the talk on evolution, each time the same story.
"What do you mean, millions of years?"
Everyone gasped.
This was the thousandth time that I had heard the teacher give the talk on evolution, each time the same story.
"What do you mean, millions of years?"
Everyone gasped.
Prey
He loaded his clip into the Beretta 8000, an Italian semi-automatic handgun fitting for the task at hand. The eight round magazine slided into place with an audible click that ricocheted throughout the darkened warehouse. Thankfully his mark wasn't here yet, as such he remained undetected; crouching behind storage crates in the night's embrace.
He heard the car before he saw the headlights gleaming through the side door. He could tell that there was only one car approaching, and he knew that another was to arrive shortly. The headlights shone into the warehouse, even though the car had stopped and it's occupants were making their way inside.
He knew he could peer out and observe the first batch of arrivals, but he had no need. He would make his appearance soon enough. Delicately checking his equipment, he made sure his emergency escape plan was viable. He felt for his hip, and his had met the five and a quarter inch tube that could potentially save his life.
The occupants of the first car said nothing, but they easily made noise. He could tell that there were only two people, besides himself, in the warehouse; and one of the enjoyed smoking. He wasn't one to judge, but he didn't much care for the habit.
Five, or so, minutes had past, and not a word was said. Then the sound of an approaching vehicle driving up the dirt path could be heard, a second set of headlights illuminating the, now rather well lit, warehouse confirmed the arrival of his mark.
Soon after, the sound of a single pair of feet walking towards the middle of the floor could be heard as clear as day.
"I take it, you have my money." This was a statement rather than a question, and it came from one of the first arrivals. The speaker's accent was a thick Russian assault, punctuating the severity of this meeting.
"Yes, yes I do." This one, the mark, French."And you have the package." Once more, a statement rather than a question.
"You don't doubt me, do you?" With that the silent observer peered round from behind his sanctuary. The three men in the room all looked as though they were not virgins when it came to this branch of shopping.
The mark stood a comfortable distance from his business partners. He was clad in the uniform of the Armée de Terre, excluding any discernible patches denoting regiment or rank. The mark was holding a steel briefcase that shone in the glow of the headlights.
The other two were more casually dressed. Both dressed in denim and leather. One, the one who didn't speak, was holding a briefcase of a similar fashion.
"Do you know something?" The French man asked
The onlooker was curious, He suspected that the reason these two conversed in English was due to the fact that there was no other common language for the two to share.
"I know a great many things, but I have the feeling you are going to tell me something I do not." the cold Russian tongue bringing an air of malice to the already cold encounter.
"It's always wise to come to these type of meetings with reinforcements." With that, he drew a Barretta 92FS, the standard French military sidearm, from his hip and fired. Two exclamations Perforating the silence of the night.
"I know you're here assassin. Flee whilst you can."
He debated taking his shot, but something distracted him. He felt the ground beneath his feet vibrate as if an earthquake had decided to rear it's head. Then, from nowhere, one of the walls was greeted by an AMX-10P. The newly created hole spawned a squad of eight, all clad in the same uniform.
"Get the packages, and kill the assassin."
That's when he decided to abort the mission.
He heard the car before he saw the headlights gleaming through the side door. He could tell that there was only one car approaching, and he knew that another was to arrive shortly. The headlights shone into the warehouse, even though the car had stopped and it's occupants were making their way inside.
He knew he could peer out and observe the first batch of arrivals, but he had no need. He would make his appearance soon enough. Delicately checking his equipment, he made sure his emergency escape plan was viable. He felt for his hip, and his had met the five and a quarter inch tube that could potentially save his life.
The occupants of the first car said nothing, but they easily made noise. He could tell that there were only two people, besides himself, in the warehouse; and one of the enjoyed smoking. He wasn't one to judge, but he didn't much care for the habit.
Five, or so, minutes had past, and not a word was said. Then the sound of an approaching vehicle driving up the dirt path could be heard, a second set of headlights illuminating the, now rather well lit, warehouse confirmed the arrival of his mark.
Soon after, the sound of a single pair of feet walking towards the middle of the floor could be heard as clear as day.
"I take it, you have my money." This was a statement rather than a question, and it came from one of the first arrivals. The speaker's accent was a thick Russian assault, punctuating the severity of this meeting.
"Yes, yes I do." This one, the mark, French."And you have the package." Once more, a statement rather than a question.
"You don't doubt me, do you?" With that the silent observer peered round from behind his sanctuary. The three men in the room all looked as though they were not virgins when it came to this branch of shopping.
The mark stood a comfortable distance from his business partners. He was clad in the uniform of the Armée de Terre, excluding any discernible patches denoting regiment or rank. The mark was holding a steel briefcase that shone in the glow of the headlights.
The other two were more casually dressed. Both dressed in denim and leather. One, the one who didn't speak, was holding a briefcase of a similar fashion.
"Do you know something?" The French man asked
The onlooker was curious, He suspected that the reason these two conversed in English was due to the fact that there was no other common language for the two to share.
"I know a great many things, but I have the feeling you are going to tell me something I do not." the cold Russian tongue bringing an air of malice to the already cold encounter.
"It's always wise to come to these type of meetings with reinforcements." With that, he drew a Barretta 92FS, the standard French military sidearm, from his hip and fired. Two exclamations Perforating the silence of the night.
"I know you're here assassin. Flee whilst you can."
He debated taking his shot, but something distracted him. He felt the ground beneath his feet vibrate as if an earthquake had decided to rear it's head. Then, from nowhere, one of the walls was greeted by an AMX-10P. The newly created hole spawned a squad of eight, all clad in the same uniform.
"Get the packages, and kill the assassin."
That's when he decided to abort the mission.
Tony
Tony was an addict. That was why he was here. everybody knew, but nobody cared.
He'd been like this for years now; even when he was little he'd been warned time and time again, by his parents mostly, but he never listened to them, ever.
See, Tony really loved cookies.
He'd been like this for years now; even when he was little he'd been warned time and time again, by his parents mostly, but he never listened to them, ever.
See, Tony really loved cookies.
The Special Day
They strode down the isle, father and daughter. Onlookers weeping profusely.
This was her special day, her one chance to be a princess. She wanted every eye in the room to be gazing upon her, and that's exactly what she received.
She stopped halfway down, and then noticed the coffin.
This was her special day, her one chance to be a princess. She wanted every eye in the room to be gazing upon her, and that's exactly what she received.
She stopped halfway down, and then noticed the coffin.
Monday 4 June 2012
Teddy
We go everywhere, teddy and I.
We go to the park, the river, even school. everyone loves teddy, but me the most. He's soft and fluffy, cuddly and cute. I love my teddy, he's my best friend. But I'm getting too old.
So, goodbye Teddy. I will always miss you.
We go to the park, the river, even school. everyone loves teddy, but me the most. He's soft and fluffy, cuddly and cute. I love my teddy, he's my best friend. But I'm getting too old.
So, goodbye Teddy. I will always miss you.
The First Time
We were at the top of the cliff, at long last. The view was phenomenal. Sapphire crashing into the cliff's face, spraying him with salt and peace.
I took Kyle's hand and sat town in the afternoon sun. Nothing was said for nearly five minutes, then I beckoned him to come closer; leaning into me, he kissed my neck and asked if I was ok. I hushed his small talk with my tongue. I was a diver exploring my favourite cove, a soft and relaxing place in which I could find solitude.
We finished our encounter and gathered our breath. I closed my eyes, and felt complete. "I love you." That was the first time I had said those words to him. It felt right, natural to be able to say those simple three words.
As I opened my eyes, I was met with the sun kissed skin of Kyle passionately smiling. "Thank you, I know you meant that. I can't wait for the day I will be able to say that."
Now some people may have been shocked to have their boyfriend reciprocate your feelings of love with gratitude, but I knew Kyle, and he knew I. I was grateful that he didn't announce his feelings of love at the same time as me; then it would have been faked. He is honest enough not to say something like that without being sincere.
I kissed his lips, and lay upon his stomach. We slept to the sound of crashing waves.
I took Kyle's hand and sat town in the afternoon sun. Nothing was said for nearly five minutes, then I beckoned him to come closer; leaning into me, he kissed my neck and asked if I was ok. I hushed his small talk with my tongue. I was a diver exploring my favourite cove, a soft and relaxing place in which I could find solitude.
We finished our encounter and gathered our breath. I closed my eyes, and felt complete. "I love you." That was the first time I had said those words to him. It felt right, natural to be able to say those simple three words.
As I opened my eyes, I was met with the sun kissed skin of Kyle passionately smiling. "Thank you, I know you meant that. I can't wait for the day I will be able to say that."
Now some people may have been shocked to have their boyfriend reciprocate your feelings of love with gratitude, but I knew Kyle, and he knew I. I was grateful that he didn't announce his feelings of love at the same time as me; then it would have been faked. He is honest enough not to say something like that without being sincere.
I kissed his lips, and lay upon his stomach. We slept to the sound of crashing waves.
The Confession
"What? Really?"
My secret had been spilled, but my audience didn't seem to mind.
"I'll make your cape"
"Yeah, you'll look fantastic. It will be great."
They paused
"Wait, what exactly is your power?"
I paused.
"I can levitate about a meter over grass."
They burst out laughing.
"That's shit."
My secret had been spilled, but my audience didn't seem to mind.
"I'll make your cape"
"Yeah, you'll look fantastic. It will be great."
They paused
"Wait, what exactly is your power?"
I paused.
"I can levitate about a meter over grass."
They burst out laughing.
"That's shit."
Be Polite to Thy King
Clitter clatter, splitter splatter. In the kitchen, preparing batter.
For the king, and his court.
Who're notorious for their warts.
Never say that in their grace, or one may have loss of face. Face and hand, feet and leg. Hung upon courtyard peg.
So zip your lip and get cooking
For the king, and his court.
Who're notorious for their warts.
Never say that in their grace, or one may have loss of face. Face and hand, feet and leg. Hung upon courtyard peg.
So zip your lip and get cooking
Innocence Lost
"Mummy, why is daddy so grumpy all of the time?"
"Well Jakey, daddy is busy most of the time. He doesn't want to be interrupted by you all the time."
"But, I only want to play."
Thirty years later.
"Daddy, will you please play with me?"
"Piss off, I'm busy
"Well Jakey, daddy is busy most of the time. He doesn't want to be interrupted by you all the time."
"But, I only want to play."
Thirty years later.
"Daddy, will you please play with me?"
"Piss off, I'm busy
Reality TV
"Oh my gawd! Look at my super de duper sixteenth birthday party! Thank you RTV!"
The television sparkled with the over-the-top birthday party celebrations of the spoiled brat.
"Who would watch this crap?" I blurted out.
"Shut up" cried the chorus of teenaged girls sitting in my lounge.
The television sparkled with the over-the-top birthday party celebrations of the spoiled brat.
"Who would watch this crap?" I blurted out.
"Shut up" cried the chorus of teenaged girls sitting in my lounge.
The Concert
The crowd went wild. Cheering and raving like a pack of mad animals. Thousands upon thousands of them
The bright lights were traversing the stage, illuminating the platform to which we were to perform.
A sinking sensation flooded over me like a tsunami. I realised that I couldn't play guitar.
The bright lights were traversing the stage, illuminating the platform to which we were to perform.
A sinking sensation flooded over me like a tsunami. I realised that I couldn't play guitar.
The Tree
"What a marvellous tree. Did you know that it's magic?"
"Magic? There's no such thing as magic grandad."
"It's kept me alive these many years, and I'm as fit as a fiddle. This tree is the only thing that's stopping you getting a very large inheritance."
Chop!
No more tree.
"Magic? There's no such thing as magic grandad."
"It's kept me alive these many years, and I'm as fit as a fiddle. This tree is the only thing that's stopping you getting a very large inheritance."
Chop!
No more tree.
Buried
"Shit! Help! Let me out!"
I pound and bash against the roof of my tomb, praying that I will find a singular weakness, a crack or a flake. Nothing.
What did I ever do to warrant a punishment like this?
I close my eyes, and accept the ever consuming blackness.
I pound and bash against the roof of my tomb, praying that I will find a singular weakness, a crack or a flake. Nothing.
What did I ever do to warrant a punishment like this?
I close my eyes, and accept the ever consuming blackness.
Small Town Newspaper
"What shall we call it?"
"The gazzette?"
"Not original."
"The Pomplehorse?"
"Too original."
"Well we need a replacement name, and fast. We're receiving too many complaints."
"We could always change the name of the town. Who calls a town Mushy, anyway?"
They couldn't decide, so the Beaver stayed another week.
"The gazzette?"
"Not original."
"The Pomplehorse?"
"Too original."
"Well we need a replacement name, and fast. We're receiving too many complaints."
"We could always change the name of the town. Who calls a town Mushy, anyway?"
They couldn't decide, so the Beaver stayed another week.
Timmy the Train
Chugga chugga chugga chugga, chugga chugga choo.
Timmy the train, that's my name. I'm here to travel with you.
We'll go here, we'll go there. With the highest speed, and utmost flair. I'll make sure you enjoy the ride, and make your stop on time.
Chugga chugga chugga chugga choo!
Timmy the train, that's my name. I'm here to travel with you.
We'll go here, we'll go there. With the highest speed, and utmost flair. I'll make sure you enjoy the ride, and make your stop on time.
Chugga chugga chugga chugga choo!
Sunday 3 June 2012
The Writer
He writes.
He wrote.
He thought.
He did.
He asked
He obeyed.
The writer sat at his desk, pondering what to pen next. Then the idea struck him, a bolt of lightning to the brain.
He sat back, smiling.
"Did I just write a story about me writing a story?"
He wrote.
He thought.
He did.
He asked
He obeyed.
The writer sat at his desk, pondering what to pen next. Then the idea struck him, a bolt of lightning to the brain.
He sat back, smiling.
"Did I just write a story about me writing a story?"
The Life of a Goldfish
Swimming over here. Swimming over there. Swiming over, swimming under. I swim without care.
Ooh, what's this? A little castle, how queer. And there's the front of a tiny boat, but where is the rear?
I get the sinking feeling that I'm forgetting something, something rather important.
Swimming over here.,.
Ooh, what's this? A little castle, how queer. And there's the front of a tiny boat, but where is the rear?
I get the sinking feeling that I'm forgetting something, something rather important.
Swimming over here.,.
Serenity
Serene
That's how I'd describe my current situation.
I'm lying here, at a thirty degree sngle staring into the captivating blue.
The sky is dotted with clumps of white softness.
One looks almost like a rabbit.
I giggle to myself, and keep looking into the daytime sky.
Oh, how peaceful.
That's how I'd describe my current situation.
I'm lying here, at a thirty degree sngle staring into the captivating blue.
The sky is dotted with clumps of white softness.
One looks almost like a rabbit.
I giggle to myself, and keep looking into the daytime sky.
Oh, how peaceful.
Puppies
"Yap yip yip yup!"
The wag of a tail.
"Aaw, what a cute pup. I want it."
"Yup yip yip yap"
Miss, at this age, they are prone to mishap."
A skitter over her, a tumble, and a scatter.
"That's fine, it does not matter"
He went home, got fatter.
The wag of a tail.
"Aaw, what a cute pup. I want it."
"Yup yip yip yap"
Miss, at this age, they are prone to mishap."
A skitter over her, a tumble, and a scatter.
"That's fine, it does not matter"
He went home, got fatter.
Paramour
Oh good God!
That was more than pleasure. That was the epetomy of ecstacy. Passionatly, I kissed his temple and prayed for more of this divine gift.
He wispered sweet nothings into my soul. They meandered though me like the sweetest music one could imagine.
"I love you" he said.
That was more than pleasure. That was the epetomy of ecstacy. Passionatly, I kissed his temple and prayed for more of this divine gift.
He wispered sweet nothings into my soul. They meandered though me like the sweetest music one could imagine.
"I love you" he said.
Monkey Business
Marvin the monkey wished he could fly.
Pierre the panda told him he couldn't.
Marvin didn't care, he knew what he must do. He trained and trained for days, making sure that he was as fit as he could be.
He ran and jumped.
Then he noticed his cage's window.
Pierre the panda told him he couldn't.
Marvin didn't care, he knew what he must do. He trained and trained for days, making sure that he was as fit as he could be.
He ran and jumped.
Then he noticed his cage's window.
Jelly
"Mummy, mummy, save my tummy. It feels like it's gonna explode!"
"Calm down you silly dummy, you've eaten up a load. You daft girl, jelly is bad for you, you know?"
"Bad for me, how so? I could never give it up."
"Jelly's bad, my girl."
And then I hurled.
"Calm down you silly dummy, you've eaten up a load. You daft girl, jelly is bad for you, you know?"
"Bad for me, how so? I could never give it up."
"Jelly's bad, my girl."
And then I hurled.
Heartstrings
I could have sworn I'd returned the key to your heart, but where's mine?
You kept it, and visit my sanctuary as you see fit. You pluck and plunder at my heart, and her secrets.
This invasion of privacy isn't the worst of it all:
I invited you to come.
You kept it, and visit my sanctuary as you see fit. You pluck and plunder at my heart, and her secrets.
This invasion of privacy isn't the worst of it all:
I invited you to come.
Fruit Man
Oranges, apples, bananas, pears.
I am the fruit man, a man without cares
All the boys, and all the girls, they queue for miles around,
Most from here, but many from distant towns.
"A pineapple, sir"
"A pineapple? A request so rare, I must oblige"
He leaves, with sparkling eyes.
I am the fruit man, a man without cares
All the boys, and all the girls, they queue for miles around,
Most from here, but many from distant towns.
"A pineapple, sir"
"A pineapple? A request so rare, I must oblige"
He leaves, with sparkling eyes.
Discourse
"'Tis cold."
"'Tis."
"Why must we wait for her? She shan't come."
"She shall."
"How much will you wager?"
"Nothing."
"How so?"
"My love is pure, no money could I accept from you."
"How noble, yet I'm the one paying"
"Shush, she's here."
"Why are you talking to yourself dear?"
"'Tis."
"Why must we wait for her? She shan't come."
"She shall."
"How much will you wager?"
"Nothing."
"How so?"
"My love is pure, no money could I accept from you."
"How noble, yet I'm the one paying"
"Shush, she's here."
"Why are you talking to yourself dear?"
Birthday Wish
The flame drew ever closer, cheers grew ever louder, I grew more and more anxious with each passing second.
I closed my eyes, and thought long and hard about what to wish for.
No more poverty?
No more wars?
No, I had it!
No more bedtime!
What, I was four.
I closed my eyes, and thought long and hard about what to wish for.
No more poverty?
No more wars?
No, I had it!
No more bedtime!
What, I was four.
Psymon's Tale Pt. I
What can I say?
I couldn't think of what I could possibly say to him, not even an opening gambit. I was stood up against the lockers, feeling naked and abashed, and he was right there; looking confident and devilishly handsome in his Etnies trainers, skinny-fit jeans, and Criminal Damage shirt.
He was my most recent in my ever-growing line of male crushes, but I had a good feeling about this one. Forcing myself to be confident, I strode up to him and asked the simplest of questions. I still managed to mess it up, as I do with an unequivocal panache. I meant to ask him if he wanted to catch a bite to eat after class ends, but it came out like this:
"Hey Jacob, I was wondering if, I mean, would you... you know."
"No, I don't know." He said, giggling slightly, not in a sour way. No , quite the inverse. He was sweet - sweeter than his predecessors in my crush list.
That's what drew me to him: his personality. That, and his fascinating aesthetics. If I was a religious boy, I'd say he was crafted by angels of the highest artistic capability. As I am not, I'll just admit that he's really hot. His skin: white as snow, his face: dignified (he defiantly looks older than his years should allow). But, his most spellbinding feature: his hair. Oh, his hair!
He was playing with his coils of pure gold as he continued his end of our discourse. "You're going to have to tell me Psymon. I'm not a psychic. C'mon, I don't bite, without asking first." He finished his quip with his usual giggle. That sweet sound that drives me insane when in math class; but this giggle was because of me, it was special.
"Well." I stammered "I was wondering if, and you can completely say no, I'd understand..."
"You're going off on a tangent, Psy. If you're going to say something: say it." He paused, with a wave of realisation crashing over him. "Oh! You're nervous." He giggled at this. "Just do what I do. Picture people in their underwear, it really helps me."
I did picture people, well person, and it did nothing for my nerves. My libido sky-rocketed though. Thanks Jacob, I never knew you were a briefs boy. I took in a deep breath, and prepared to continue.
Then the bell rang.
"Oh, it's end of lunch already? Damn, I have to head off to home ec in a minute, but I was wondering." Jacob paused, picking his words carefully. "Do you want to go for a bite to eat after class ends?"
"Yeah!" I blurted out, only slightly too quickly. Jacob noticed, as he giggled. I paused and said "I mean, I'd really like that."
"Great. It's a date then." Jacob said "Can I pick you up at the main entrance?"
"Sure."
"Great, I gotta go. I'll see you later then Psy." With that he walked off down the hall to home economics.
"I'll see you later" I whispered.
I did no work in my math class, next period.
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