|
Friday, January 09, 2009 @ 4:48 AM
 0 Comments ● leave me one? Silent Song a lilting melody, a harsh cacophony, sounds that cascade and fall, sounds that crash against the wall. soft whispers and ringing shouts; staccato beats and slow waltz. a world of silence and song, to hold to our hearts we long, free of any crime and wrong, eternal peace where we belong. -luzopi'09 --- When was the last time you stopped and listened to the world around you? Can you hear the wind blowing, the trees shaking, the birds crying, the rain falling? When was the last time you listened, really listened to a song? Can you hear what they say, in voices so sorrowful that the angels forget to pray? --- I watch. The sky is gray today, clouds hanging heavy with their burden of rain, and the trees seem to echo their sentiment, boughs bending to touch the ground. Leaves are gathered by the breezes, green, yellow, brown, skipping merrily on and over the grass. I feel. The wind blows strong, pulling the weeping willow strands away from their trees, and letting them caress my cheeks with feathery touches. The clouds finally cry, and pelt my arms with millions and millions of tiny drops. Wet, cold, tickling, and my face turns up to the sky. I taste. The rain is fresh, sweet, and tinged with a streak of sky. Delightful, like nothing a river could give, and clear, unlike the sludge that comes from taps. Flashes of light signal the start of the thunderstorm, and there is a tang of lightning on my tongue as raindrops drip off my nose. I breathe. The air feels alive, rushing into my body, the smells of freshly watered grass and earth. Cool, moist, charged with electricity. The willows scent the dancing breeze with woody bark. Nature has never felt closer, at that moment. I live in silence. Listen to the howling wind, Listen to the rustling leaves, Listen to the pattering rain. Listen, to the thunder crying... --- Woooo, an update in my blog!! This is also double-posted on my school blog, so I wonder if it counts as an update though... I think it does. Anyway, now that I have to blog every week for English now, and I plan to write poems/stories for each entry, I'll just post the entry in this blog as well as the other blog. So look forward to reading more of the stuff I write! My scanner's kind of not working, so no more sketches for a while yet. Maybe they'll pop up some time this month. Maybe. :3I can not, will not, must not hear. If I ever do, I fear I will go mad with joy. --- As can be seen, this week's theme is 'Sound'. Inspiration for the poem came as I was relaxing and listening to songs after doing my homework a few days ago. So I just had to write it out. In the middle of the night. As for the story and emo phrases in size 1 font, they were written spontaneously just now. xD Feel free to comment on my writing, it's always good to have honest critique! :D |
 I don't like the rippers and copycats your comment makes me happy :D Designer: Romanticide Icons: Core Ability +81 Pixels: Romanticide Background: Five points apart |
0 Comments:
Post a Comment