I just thought I'd stop by and write down some of my thoughts before I get started on my mountain of homework I have yet to do. I guess there are so many things happening all at once, and I'm slowly losing who I am in the ebb and flow of things. I really need someone who can keep me anchored in reality, keep me moving forwards. Although she couldn't care less, there's a woman who keeps me grounded down. I don't think she'd ever care about me, but life goes on shall I say... Anyways, here's what I came up with.
I tried to wrap my head around thing that my heart already knew... I can't forget you, or the feelings that you instill. In all of my pondering, all of my suffering, sleepless nights, restless days, I've only proved how little I know. The heart I thought I knew and understood, is so much more than just feeling, so much more than being alive. Moments when you're around, standing close, I can feel my heart talking to me, urging me on, pleading for me to take your hand. And when you're gone, I can feel my heart weep and cry out for you, I can feel it's shoulders slump in time with mine as we walk on the cold path together. Maybe I can't prove I have a heart, that we all have a heart. But I do know this... That when you're here, or when you're gone, I can feel the joy and sorrow, the pain and the light. I can feel you close to me, and I can feel your departure, don't keep me in suspense, and stay forever wrapped in my arms... All I need is to fly beside you, soaring high, buried in the clouds, kissing the sun as it warms my frozen heart.
I just don't know anymore, what I want, what I'm going for, who I can count on. Everything just seems so confusing and new right now, and I feel so overwhelmed. I've never surfed a wave bigger than 3 feet, but some how I think I can imagine what it's like to face a tsunami in the middle of the ocean. It's so hard to explain, when you think nothing is going right, when the one you love won't even look at you, when the days in all of their monotony seem to drag on forever, only prolonging the feeling of helplessness 10 fold. Anyways, if you came here for the poetry or the writing, please forget all of the useless and ridiculous ranting that just took place, after all, writers only have a duty to move and shape people hearts with the words and phrases they create, not to bore or freak them out. Happy reading!
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
A short story this time
Back with a short story in hand! Enjoy!
"Open your mind, as well as your heart, for now my journey doth start..."
She starts off every morning the same, joining the world in a cold and empty bed. She strips off his shirt, hoping to catch a lingering moment of his presence before she readies for school. She takes a moment to hug it to her chest before continuing to the shower, letting the scent calm her. 'Today' she thought, 'Today he'll be back', as she steps into the lukewarm water. She throws on her uniform grabs her bad before she races out the door.
She arrives at school, racing towards the H 1 building, Home EC. She brought out a small bag; hand picked ingredients for a hand tailored meal. She races the clock, timing herself in the back parts of her mind, but paying more attention to the aroma and the tastes that slowly bring back the memories of meals next to him. It hadn't started out the way she had planned, her meeting of her knight. Her roof had been broken in a small typhoon, and she requested his help in fixing it. As any friend would, he accepted, and she in turn cooked for him. Curry had been his request that day, and he grinned when he said he "couldn't wait to taste it", happily pounding the nails into place. She remembered the first batch of curry she had tried to make for him and shuddered. She had messed up that day, the first batch of curry, and the one that followed that, and so on. She thought she had heard crunching sounds while he ate, but he just smiled and said how delicious it was to eat. That day, the young woman had vowed to take the cooking lessons that she had neglected. She shut the gas off, and packed the lunch accordingly, and quickly left as the bell rang for the start of school.
Her gaze today, could pass off as the gaze of one of the dead, her vacant stare pierces the board in the front. Her thoughts are completely overtaken by his image as the teacher drones on in the background, so she decides to look out the window. She looks towards the hills she knows, still have impressions left in the grass after hours of laying nestled deep, gazing at the lazy clouds drifting by. After all, that was their sacred place, a lone hill in the distance, a view where you could see the ocean, the town, and the small wisps in the sky all at once. The place where he had told her that his parents were moving at the end of the month, and that he couldn't live here anymore. She cried in his arms on that hill, buried in the same grass under the same sky. Time had stopped for her that day, right after he had promised to come back for her. It hurt so much to visit the places she held dear to her, places that always had visions of him and his smile. Suddenly a piece of chalk hits her square in the forehead, snapping her out of her revere as her teachers angry yelling comes sharply into focus, something about her "house in the sky".
Her trance continues through most of the day, and many of her teachers quit trying to reprimand her for it. The final bell ringing for the ending of school seemed to be the only thing to snap her out of it. Running past the good byes of her friends and her teachers, she races towards the trains. She gasps for breath as she squeezes onto the train before she takes a seat next to an elderly couple. She places the meal she made this morning on her lap and quickly checks the contents for any disturbances during her run. Scenery passes by with a blur, and soon the young woman's gaze turns back to the vacant set of eyes she had on at school. Time passes, and she hears something out of the corner of her vision. The elderly man she had sat next to was inquiring to the whereabouts of the young man she usually courted. The young woman blushed profusely before stating that he had moved a while back, but should be returning today. Her comment was met with sympathy as the old couple both agreed that they were such a fitting couple. The young woman couldn't help but feel her temperature rise as she prepared to leave.
She stepped off the train to the sight of people dragging suitcases and humongous handbags, small children running after their mothers and old men smoking. The memory of her first trip to the airport was the young man's departure. She had refused to see him off that day, not wanting to accept his leaving her side, denial taking firm root in her mind. Her friend called her, wanting to give her his last massage. Her grandfather had always said to the both of them, "Life is full of inconsistencies. Most of the time, I wander around wondering about how things could have been. But nothing can bring back the past and all I can do is learn from them no matter how painful". His story was always about his fighting in the world war, vivid descriptions about him fighting like a mad man to make it back alive because he never had the chance to confess his love to the young woman's grandmother. Without missing a second, she made it to the airport, if only to both confirm their love before they parted. Shaking her head, she double checks the flashing gate time with the hand written paper foretelling his arrival. She notices that the plane had landed and had disbanded its crew at her arrival. Panicking, the young woman asks the stewardess if there was anyone left on the plane. The stewardess explained that they caught a tailwind that upped their arrival time, and asked if she was looking for someone. She thanked the stewardess before running off to look for the young man. After frenzied minutes of running, she collapses to the floor in a sobbing heap with the lunch box in her arms, fearing he had never made it home. She feels someone kneel behind her, and she gasps as she feels the strong arms she knows encircle her, with that warm and faint scent flooding her senses. Turning around quickly, she's met with his goofy grin, his chocolate brown eyes meeting hers. Hastily, she closed the gap between them as she kissed him, cutting off any kind of speech. The lunch box that had been so meticulously prepared for him, lay forgotten on the ground as her head rested in the crook of his neck. His arrival meant one thing; that time could finally start moving once more. They could pick up where they left off in the past, sharing the memories that meant the world to them, slowly making their way into the present.
And that folks, is a wrap. I did a little modifying on the fly, so I hope it's a little more easy to read. Thanks for reading!!!
"Open your mind, as well as your heart, for now my journey doth start..."
She starts off every morning the same, joining the world in a cold and empty bed. She strips off his shirt, hoping to catch a lingering moment of his presence before she readies for school. She takes a moment to hug it to her chest before continuing to the shower, letting the scent calm her. 'Today' she thought, 'Today he'll be back', as she steps into the lukewarm water. She throws on her uniform grabs her bad before she races out the door.
She arrives at school, racing towards the H 1 building, Home EC. She brought out a small bag; hand picked ingredients for a hand tailored meal. She races the clock, timing herself in the back parts of her mind, but paying more attention to the aroma and the tastes that slowly bring back the memories of meals next to him. It hadn't started out the way she had planned, her meeting of her knight. Her roof had been broken in a small typhoon, and she requested his help in fixing it. As any friend would, he accepted, and she in turn cooked for him. Curry had been his request that day, and he grinned when he said he "couldn't wait to taste it", happily pounding the nails into place. She remembered the first batch of curry she had tried to make for him and shuddered. She had messed up that day, the first batch of curry, and the one that followed that, and so on. She thought she had heard crunching sounds while he ate, but he just smiled and said how delicious it was to eat. That day, the young woman had vowed to take the cooking lessons that she had neglected. She shut the gas off, and packed the lunch accordingly, and quickly left as the bell rang for the start of school.
Her gaze today, could pass off as the gaze of one of the dead, her vacant stare pierces the board in the front. Her thoughts are completely overtaken by his image as the teacher drones on in the background, so she decides to look out the window. She looks towards the hills she knows, still have impressions left in the grass after hours of laying nestled deep, gazing at the lazy clouds drifting by. After all, that was their sacred place, a lone hill in the distance, a view where you could see the ocean, the town, and the small wisps in the sky all at once. The place where he had told her that his parents were moving at the end of the month, and that he couldn't live here anymore. She cried in his arms on that hill, buried in the same grass under the same sky. Time had stopped for her that day, right after he had promised to come back for her. It hurt so much to visit the places she held dear to her, places that always had visions of him and his smile. Suddenly a piece of chalk hits her square in the forehead, snapping her out of her revere as her teachers angry yelling comes sharply into focus, something about her "house in the sky".
Her trance continues through most of the day, and many of her teachers quit trying to reprimand her for it. The final bell ringing for the ending of school seemed to be the only thing to snap her out of it. Running past the good byes of her friends and her teachers, she races towards the trains. She gasps for breath as she squeezes onto the train before she takes a seat next to an elderly couple. She places the meal she made this morning on her lap and quickly checks the contents for any disturbances during her run. Scenery passes by with a blur, and soon the young woman's gaze turns back to the vacant set of eyes she had on at school. Time passes, and she hears something out of the corner of her vision. The elderly man she had sat next to was inquiring to the whereabouts of the young man she usually courted. The young woman blushed profusely before stating that he had moved a while back, but should be returning today. Her comment was met with sympathy as the old couple both agreed that they were such a fitting couple. The young woman couldn't help but feel her temperature rise as she prepared to leave.
She stepped off the train to the sight of people dragging suitcases and humongous handbags, small children running after their mothers and old men smoking. The memory of her first trip to the airport was the young man's departure. She had refused to see him off that day, not wanting to accept his leaving her side, denial taking firm root in her mind. Her friend called her, wanting to give her his last massage. Her grandfather had always said to the both of them, "Life is full of inconsistencies. Most of the time, I wander around wondering about how things could have been. But nothing can bring back the past and all I can do is learn from them no matter how painful". His story was always about his fighting in the world war, vivid descriptions about him fighting like a mad man to make it back alive because he never had the chance to confess his love to the young woman's grandmother. Without missing a second, she made it to the airport, if only to both confirm their love before they parted. Shaking her head, she double checks the flashing gate time with the hand written paper foretelling his arrival. She notices that the plane had landed and had disbanded its crew at her arrival. Panicking, the young woman asks the stewardess if there was anyone left on the plane. The stewardess explained that they caught a tailwind that upped their arrival time, and asked if she was looking for someone. She thanked the stewardess before running off to look for the young man. After frenzied minutes of running, she collapses to the floor in a sobbing heap with the lunch box in her arms, fearing he had never made it home. She feels someone kneel behind her, and she gasps as she feels the strong arms she knows encircle her, with that warm and faint scent flooding her senses. Turning around quickly, she's met with his goofy grin, his chocolate brown eyes meeting hers. Hastily, she closed the gap between them as she kissed him, cutting off any kind of speech. The lunch box that had been so meticulously prepared for him, lay forgotten on the ground as her head rested in the crook of his neck. His arrival meant one thing; that time could finally start moving once more. They could pick up where they left off in the past, sharing the memories that meant the world to them, slowly making their way into the present.
And that folks, is a wrap. I did a little modifying on the fly, so I hope it's a little more easy to read. Thanks for reading!!!
Monday, March 23, 2009
Let's get started!
I'm going to hopefully post new things that I come up with, but to get things rolling, I'm going to post something a littler older. I might also from time to time, post some of my older works, just for kicks and giggles so hope you enjoy!
Not one of my better works. One more!
Really, truly
I'm dying to meet you
The one who will unchain the fate of death
And give me the wings of life
He finds his rhythm, he has taught himself the rhyme and his world falls open at his feet when the one in front of him is singing his melody ever so sweet. She knows the dips, she knows the chords, she knows his heart's key change, drawing him a step forwards. His trip around the world only comes to a halt as they sing together the last note, stepping together, avoiding glances, they meet face to face. Only in the sweetest of silence can you hear their hearts beat as one.
Not one of my better works. One more!
I'm dying to meet you
The one who will unchain me from my loneliness
The one who will show me what love is
And the one who will love me
I'm dying to meet You
Who has the power to bring down the mountains
In which my body has been chained to so unwillingly
I'm dying to meet you
Whether I know you or not
You, who can return to me, the wings of life
Who can fly beside me in the darkest of hours
I'm waiting for your arrival
I'm dying ever so slowly
Really, truly
I'm dying to meet you
The one who will unchain the fate of death
And give me the wings of life
Although I'm not published or anything, please don't steal my words or my poems and call them yours or anything, not just with me, but with any author, please give them credit! Although if you happen to use them to impress a beautiful woman, or a handsome man, please feel free to leave my name out of it, it'll make you look more romantic! Thanks for reading my first post!
Getting started, and rolling forever
It feels strange, introducing yourself to an audience you can't see or you don't know is even reading. But I guess I'll let my writing stay here for those who want to read it. Hi, my name is Dale Gima, I'm a writter, a child, a college student, a martial artist, a cripple, a hopeless romantic, a loner, and I'm here to tell a story that will continue as long as I can write. I want to let people have the freedom to read my poetry and my short stories, as well as obtain some feed back, and get to know some authors out there in the world that I've never met; and trust me, there are alot of you out there! So let's get this started ok? Happy reading!
-Kazki (Dale)
-Kazki (Dale)
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