He'll change the way you think without you even knowing!
Turns out I’ve decided to not put up the novel or the play. Reason? Mostly because I haven’t gotten around to writing them. Partly because… well no, that’s basically it. Anyway, it’s summertime! Yes, and I’m finding out that I’ve done pretty much all there is to do around the house and I’m bored senseless. So much so that I’m finding it incredibly difficult to even write something cunning here… [insert clever anecdote/joke here]
NV
Okay, so I said I’d put this on here. Kind of having second thoughts because it’s rather… dumb, in my opinion. Well, I don’t know how to describe it, maybe dumb isn’t the right word. Feminine? Ha. Sure. If you actually read between the lines, it’s a love song, and it becomes clearer and clearer as it progresses. It’s just entangled in earthy metaphors (literally, about earth). Oh, one more thing: Chris, IT’S NOT ABOUT SEX. Jeez…
still untitled (as usual)
A butterfly landed on my hand today.
He tickled me then spread his wings to fly away.
A ray of sunlight shone down on me for a while.
It blinded me and left sunspots in my eye.
The sunset falling down beneath the tree line;
Another day wasted doing absolutely nothing at all.
How did the butterflies get in my stomach?
How did the sunlight get in your eyes?
The moon’s shining bright now, bright as can be.
All I can see is, I see you and me.
The dew in the morning is fresh and gleaming.
It’s wet on my feet as I step through the clearing.
The breeze blows through the sunny meadow;
the wind to my back and my back to my shadow.
The day is still new but I’m starting out slowly.
The only thing on my mind is everything…
How did the dew turn to sweat on my brow?
How did the breeze become the breath that I heaved?
The sun’s moving up now, high as can be.
The warmth is the way that you’re looking at me.
The birds are chirping a brand new song.
They’ve been working on it for so long.
The flowers are blooming as the seasons change.
They mark the end of winter and spring’s coming of age.
The years keep adding up and flying past me.
All my feelings are finally coming together.
How did they birdsong turn to your voice?
How did the blossoms change to your perfume?
The days keep on adding up—one, two, three, four.
My love for you now is stronger than ever before.
The trees know what I’m saying.
The clouds see what I’ve done.
The ground feels what I’m feeling.
The water just washes it all away.
I don’t know how this happened,
but I’m glad that it has begun.
How did we end up in this old world?
Where are we going? No one can tell.
The earth is eroding, leaving me bare—
exposed to what I’ve been actually been feeling…
P.S. that part about sweating and heaving is about anxiety, not an innuendo (Chris!), and not that I have panic attacks, just sort’ve exaggerated (yay hyperbole…)
NV
No more math TAKS. Ever. Again.
Soon to be added to that list is history and science, which of course equals a much elated Nick, who is finding it increasingly amusing to talk in the third person. Another realization: Hawaiian Punch is quite possibly his favorite drink at the moment. This might be due to the fact that he has an entire gallon of it sitting in his room. Regardless, Nick will satisfy his thirst in a most tropical “berry-limeade” fashion.
NV
Seems like the only posts on here are about promising to write new stuff. Redundant, huh?
Anyways, TAKS tomorrow… Yeah. Not that excited. I really don’t see the point in them, they hardly test competence at any level, other than remedial, for half of the student body. Just my opinion though. I’m sure most of everyone is about fed up with standardized testing by now. Eleven years? Really unnecessary.
Either way, I’ll be taking it tomorrow. As will everyone else in the state of Texas. So there’s that.
In other news, I’ve been working really hard on that book and play I’ve been talking about procrastinating terribly on just about everything outside of the bare minimum in homework. There’s a song I’m working on though, which is almost done and ready for people’s ears. Tangent: for some reason, people don’t like the word ear-holes. I guess it sounds dirty or something. I don’t really know.
Regardless of orifice terminology, I find it rather ironic that everytime I’m in the mood to write a song, I end up writing a novel, and everytime I sit down to work on a story, I end up writing a song. Sort of my backwards way of thinking I suppose. Whatever.
Well, I guess that’s a lengthy entry for now. Maybe I’ll get to finishing that novel and play. The song will probably be up in a day or two, depending on how satisfied I am with it.
Cool.
NV
well i haven’t been on here in awhile. mostly because I have been doing “other” things. (it was a combination of school, piano, and a dangerous addiction to Fallout 3.)
well, I’ll basically return to writing my completely random posts. coming up is a survey designed to check whether girls prefer assholes over nice guys, and maybe a little opinionated essay instead of the usual analytical ones. oh, and i might possibly put some short stories. depends if i have the time.
enjoy!
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