Seems I'm on spring break this week. Fun fun!
I just got the hang of Drunken Boat. The links never worked till now. Guess I have a lot of catching up to do.
If you don't know what Drunken Boat is, and you like writing, then you are seriously missing out. It's an online literary magazine that features poetry, photos, videos and essays, all by a variety of artists. http://www.drunkenboat.com is the web address if you want to go check it out.
Today happens to be St. Patrick's Day, and we went to a parade earlier this afternoon. Apparently, I'm cuter than I thought, cuz the frat boys threw a bunch of plushies and really good beads at me. And the green guy even high-fived me! *squee*
However, earlier this week was pretty boring. My brother and I just sat around playing video games. Soul Calibur 2 is a great way to pass time. Made a lot of gold on Gaia, too, and I think I memorized some of the puzzles.
I kinda feel like writing poetry, but I dunno if I wanna post any. I'll all be written off the top of my head, anyway, so I don't think it'll be any good. But I suppose I'll try.
Surrounded by the light of others
Drowned in my own self-conciousness
I sit here
I bring myself to break away
But it only lasts a brief time
For unhappiness lurks behind every word
Definitely not my best work. I'll write some more, but like i said earlier, I'm not very good at impromptu stuff.
Sweet silence breaks the barrier of words
Falling into awkwardness we sit
Merely staring into space
Hoping for a rescue that will never come.
And it stretches on,
Leaving footprints scattered across the conversation window
Stains that will never leave
And still we sit
Neither saying nothing
And still it grows.
I start to form the words in my mind
But they never leave my mind
For he is already opening his mouth
And saying the final words -
- Or so I thought.
He only yawns
And studies my face
So I think perhaps he is not through
Perhaps he is enjoying this silence.
But I cannot take this thing
This time without words
I will him to say something - anything
- to break my discomfort.
But nothing comes of my wishful hoping
And still we sit
Coffee cups half full, the spoons untouched.
Silence stretches on
But finally he says
The words I have been waiting it seems like hours to hear
But when I glance at the wall clock,
Only five minutes have passed.