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This is old shit I pilfered from an alternate journal.
Title: Restless
Rating: PG
Based on: Kingdom Hearts AU RP
Type: Angsty rantprosesongficdrabble.
Pairing: Riku x Sora. Like everything else I write when thinking about Pez.
Summary: Riku expects to talk to Sora on the phone but ends up spending the night alone in thought.
Notes: Song is something I wrote myself. For Pez. Lolz. xD Also, the improper capitalization and stuff was intentional.
he had a feeling silence would greet him on the other side of the line.
and it did.
silence greeted him for a solid five minutes.
it poked at his psyche, mocked his mind.
riku decided that he should occupy himself since sora
was going to be late.
he undid the clasps of his acoustic guitar case. it balanced in his lap hesitantly,
cold but full of promise nonetheless. it also snarked at him for being stupid enough
as to not practice for two weeks.
the tuning was still as sharp as ever. his fingers danced along the frets, reciting a tune he'd worked on the last time.
and all the while, silence screamed at him from the phone resting on his knee.
riku took a deep breath and began to sing along with the clumsy but determined chords.
'I close my eyes and I am soaring...'
Every couple of minutes, he pressed the phone to his ear in case Sora had wandered into the phone conference and paused to listen.
'Afraid of heights and cold and me...'
Perhaps somewhere deep inside he wished, truly /wished/ for Sora to listen.
'The city passes blurred below...'
He dove into practicing again. He vowed to finish this song and sing it to Sora someday-- when he had courage.
'My only hold in this dark dark world...'
Why did his mom have to put him in that other stupid high school? It was full of kids on antidepressants and people stumbling through life backwards with eyes closed.
'Your fingers wrapped in mine...'
Some nights, as he lay his head on his pillow, he imagined he could hold Sora's hand despite the miles. Maybe in the heavy air in his room, if he caught enough air in his hands, he could defy space, time, and gravity and find himself in the arms of the person he cared about most.
'As we journey through time...'
He pressed his lips softly to the phone and hung up
and spent the rest of the night in restless darkness.
Title: 88
Rating: G
Based on: A bus ride.
Type: Short poemprose.
Summary: Some thoughts about the folk who use public transit.
Notes: I like to write urban poetry I guess.
88
--
Never have I seen the face
of poverty so clearly:
faces worn, wrinkled from sun exposure
or the crinkle of a smile;
voices otherwise forced hush
beneath the oppression of a society
bent on glorified greed;
hands toiling typically toward
a distant dream
are now tools to touch, clasp, love.
I do not know these people,
but already, I love them.
Title: reds and blues
Rating: G
Type: Short poemprose.
Summary: A rainy car ride.
Notes: Somewhat angsty. Written before asking someone out like.. in May.
reds and blues
--
a girl
tapping her fingers on the frosty breath of the window
lights roar loudly by until she's left in the silence once more
just once more,
relive that moment
she felt destiny at her fingertips and wrapped herself so tight,
so tight around it
and just cradled it inside
like a candle with the world's last flame
her last chance to breathe in when all she's done is breathe out
outside is the rain, begging to get in
though the window is foggy and frosty and threatening that candelit memory
eventually she will pull away and slide back into her car seat,
more numb lights jabbing at her temples
and she will numbly walk out into the rain
still cradling that little hint of a candleflame
until she leaves her coat on the floor and carefully places the candle on the sill
to burn until sun paints over the storm
Title: let no distance
Rating: G
Type: Poem
Summary: The lengths one will go to ensure love.
Notes: Long distance relationships are hard.
let no distance
--
Is it so wrong to linger, perhaps,
in this half awake state
where I know-- don't imagine,
just know--
that your hands would tightly wrap
around mine?
And is it so wrong to desire
something more than words
can convey--
something like two hearts reaching across
terrible, lonely, imagined miles,
separated by space and inches of sunlight
but ringing, crying singing at once?
Even if it is,
let no distance hinder us--
physically
or mentally--
need no image of you besides
the one my mind paints.
Title: summer drive
Rating: G
Type: Poem
Summary: A car ride in late July.
Notes: Stuck in neutral...
summer drive
--
i'm just a little tired
open my eyes though i don't want to
they close again so readily--
i feel like i'm blind to a lot of life
but it's alright
summer's coming sweetly
like watermelon salt
on tongue's tip
the speed running its cold fingers
through my hair
tap fingers on the edge of the car door
follow some heavy beat
i can see the hills passing in the distance
close enough to touch
but i hold myself back, always
i imagine
if i was just a little stronger,
a little more brave,
i could touch the whole world
Title: hands
Rating: G
Type: Poem
Summary: Yearning for that moment where you and I connect...
Notes: Slightly... written late at night syndrome.
-- hands --
oh thank god
i thank god for you
always spiritual, never religious--
til now
i was entangled in something greater than myself
but you appeared to me like stage lights
reawakening the slumbering actress
you are the coat around my shoulders
and the hands that put it there
i am sure they are tender from
lack of hard labor but bearing scars nonetheless
i am sure they are an art in themselves
and i am comforted
not only
by your love and goodwill sitting on my shoulders
but that someday those hands
will rest inside mine.
Title: Skybound
Rating: G
Type: SONG! WITH CHORDS! OMG!
Summary: A song about dreams: the ones we see at night and the ones we aim for, and how they are often inexplicably connected.
Notes: Recorded version coming soon. Don't expect to follow my chording that well either; I'm self taught and my chordbook doesn't have half of what I play.
Skybound
-
Standard tuning; capo @ 2nd fret
--
Fmaj7 D
I struggle slow
Fmaj7 D
motion, lights down low
Fmaj7 D
Caffeine and love collide
Fmaj7 D
and take me on a wonderful ride
{Chorus}
E D
I close my eyes and I am soaring
E D
afraid of heights and cold and me
E D
the city passes blurred below
G E
my only hold in this dark dark world
A
your fingers wrapped in mine
A Fmaj D
as we journey through time
Fmaj7 D
Sneakers scuff chill tile floors
Fmaj7 D
the girl in the corner,
Fmaj7 D
a woman in my wallpaper
Fmaj7 D
and we are left behind
{Chorus}
E D
Opened eyes yes I am soaring
E D
afraid of heights and cold and me
E D
the problems pass unmissed below
G E
my only hold in this dark dark world
A
your fingers wrapped in mine
A Fmaj D
as we journey through time
{Bridge}
Dfr5 Ffr5
It's time that we delved deep inside
Dfr5 Ffr5
for dreams that we once tried to hide
Fmaj7 D
Living life, loving love
Fmaj7 D
Just tell me your heart
Fmaj7 D
screams as loud as mine
Fmaj7 D
as we fly through time
Title: Restless
Rating: PG
Based on: Kingdom Hearts AU RP
Type: Angsty rantprosesongficdrabble.
Pairing: Riku x Sora. Like everything else I write when thinking about Pez.
Summary: Riku expects to talk to Sora on the phone but ends up spending the night alone in thought.
Notes: Song is something I wrote myself. For Pez. Lolz. xD Also, the improper capitalization and stuff was intentional.
he had a feeling silence would greet him on the other side of the line.
and it did.
silence greeted him for a solid five minutes.
it poked at his psyche, mocked his mind.
riku decided that he should occupy himself since sora
was going to be late.
he undid the clasps of his acoustic guitar case. it balanced in his lap hesitantly,
cold but full of promise nonetheless. it also snarked at him for being stupid enough
as to not practice for two weeks.
the tuning was still as sharp as ever. his fingers danced along the frets, reciting a tune he'd worked on the last time.
and all the while, silence screamed at him from the phone resting on his knee.
riku took a deep breath and began to sing along with the clumsy but determined chords.
'I close my eyes and I am soaring...'
Every couple of minutes, he pressed the phone to his ear in case Sora had wandered into the phone conference and paused to listen.
'Afraid of heights and cold and me...'
Perhaps somewhere deep inside he wished, truly /wished/ for Sora to listen.
'The city passes blurred below...'
He dove into practicing again. He vowed to finish this song and sing it to Sora someday-- when he had courage.
'My only hold in this dark dark world...'
Why did his mom have to put him in that other stupid high school? It was full of kids on antidepressants and people stumbling through life backwards with eyes closed.
'Your fingers wrapped in mine...'
Some nights, as he lay his head on his pillow, he imagined he could hold Sora's hand despite the miles. Maybe in the heavy air in his room, if he caught enough air in his hands, he could defy space, time, and gravity and find himself in the arms of the person he cared about most.
'As we journey through time...'
He pressed his lips softly to the phone and hung up
and spent the rest of the night in restless darkness.
Title: 88
Rating: G
Based on: A bus ride.
Type: Short poemprose.
Summary: Some thoughts about the folk who use public transit.
Notes: I like to write urban poetry I guess.
88
--
Never have I seen the face
of poverty so clearly:
faces worn, wrinkled from sun exposure
or the crinkle of a smile;
voices otherwise forced hush
beneath the oppression of a society
bent on glorified greed;
hands toiling typically toward
a distant dream
are now tools to touch, clasp, love.
I do not know these people,
but already, I love them.
Title: reds and blues
Rating: G
Type: Short poemprose.
Summary: A rainy car ride.
Notes: Somewhat angsty. Written before asking someone out like.. in May.
reds and blues
--
a girl
tapping her fingers on the frosty breath of the window
lights roar loudly by until she's left in the silence once more
just once more,
relive that moment
she felt destiny at her fingertips and wrapped herself so tight,
so tight around it
and just cradled it inside
like a candle with the world's last flame
her last chance to breathe in when all she's done is breathe out
outside is the rain, begging to get in
though the window is foggy and frosty and threatening that candelit memory
eventually she will pull away and slide back into her car seat,
more numb lights jabbing at her temples
and she will numbly walk out into the rain
still cradling that little hint of a candleflame
until she leaves her coat on the floor and carefully places the candle on the sill
to burn until sun paints over the storm
Title: let no distance
Rating: G
Type: Poem
Summary: The lengths one will go to ensure love.
Notes: Long distance relationships are hard.
let no distance
--
Is it so wrong to linger, perhaps,
in this half awake state
where I know-- don't imagine,
just know--
that your hands would tightly wrap
around mine?
And is it so wrong to desire
something more than words
can convey--
something like two hearts reaching across
terrible, lonely, imagined miles,
separated by space and inches of sunlight
but ringing, crying singing at once?
Even if it is,
let no distance hinder us--
physically
or mentally--
need no image of you besides
the one my mind paints.
Title: summer drive
Rating: G
Type: Poem
Summary: A car ride in late July.
Notes: Stuck in neutral...
summer drive
--
i'm just a little tired
open my eyes though i don't want to
they close again so readily--
i feel like i'm blind to a lot of life
but it's alright
summer's coming sweetly
like watermelon salt
on tongue's tip
the speed running its cold fingers
through my hair
tap fingers on the edge of the car door
follow some heavy beat
i can see the hills passing in the distance
close enough to touch
but i hold myself back, always
i imagine
if i was just a little stronger,
a little more brave,
i could touch the whole world
Title: hands
Rating: G
Type: Poem
Summary: Yearning for that moment where you and I connect...
Notes: Slightly... written late at night syndrome.
-- hands --
oh thank god
i thank god for you
always spiritual, never religious--
til now
i was entangled in something greater than myself
but you appeared to me like stage lights
reawakening the slumbering actress
you are the coat around my shoulders
and the hands that put it there
i am sure they are tender from
lack of hard labor but bearing scars nonetheless
i am sure they are an art in themselves
and i am comforted
not only
by your love and goodwill sitting on my shoulders
but that someday those hands
will rest inside mine.
Title: Skybound
Rating: G
Type: SONG! WITH CHORDS! OMG!
Summary: A song about dreams: the ones we see at night and the ones we aim for, and how they are often inexplicably connected.
Notes: Recorded version coming soon. Don't expect to follow my chording that well either; I'm self taught and my chordbook doesn't have half of what I play.
Skybound
-
Standard tuning; capo @ 2nd fret
--
Fmaj7 D
I struggle slow
Fmaj7 D
motion, lights down low
Fmaj7 D
Caffeine and love collide
Fmaj7 D
and take me on a wonderful ride
{Chorus}
E D
I close my eyes and I am soaring
E D
afraid of heights and cold and me
E D
the city passes blurred below
G E
my only hold in this dark dark world
A
your fingers wrapped in mine
A Fmaj D
as we journey through time
Fmaj7 D
Sneakers scuff chill tile floors
Fmaj7 D
the girl in the corner,
Fmaj7 D
a woman in my wallpaper
Fmaj7 D
and we are left behind
{Chorus}
E D
Opened eyes yes I am soaring
E D
afraid of heights and cold and me
E D
the problems pass unmissed below
G E
my only hold in this dark dark world
A
your fingers wrapped in mine
A Fmaj D
as we journey through time
{Bridge}
Dfr5 Ffr5
It's time that we delved deep inside
Dfr5 Ffr5
for dreams that we once tried to hide
Fmaj7 D
Living life, loving love
Fmaj7 D
Just tell me your heart
Fmaj7 D
screams as loud as mine
Fmaj7 D
as we fly through time