Monday, September 23, 2013

This week.

Hi! Sorry I didn't post at all last week, but life can sometimes get in the way of blogging. :P Anyway, I wanted to let you know that I'm not going to post much this week, either, because I am going to record 1 or 2 of my songs to post for you all! :D :D :D :D :D I am very happy to record songs finally. I(f all goes well, I will post a song this next Monday.  :D :D :D On Wednesday, however, I am going to post a few pictures that I drew. (Hopefully) Thanks, and enjoy your week!

Elsie

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Typical Tuesday-Soil

I'm running behind this week, so here's Tuesdays post, thrown together at the very last minute, here's- Soil.

Soil
Trod Upon
By everyone
What if we lived

If we lived
If we were alive
What would life be like

Soil is
Not Bliss
It's a dirty little thing

Soil Is
What Is
Our path to make the way


Sorry for the last minute madness, and have a great rest of the week!

Friday, September 13, 2013

Fun Friday- Mellenia

Happy Friday! this week I'm posting a song by my good friend, Willa. (willafivecents.blogspot.com) Enjoy and have a great weekend!
Mellennia

I stare at my phone
My heart dropping like a stone
Rereading the text you sent
The night before you went….

And now, two thousand years later
I can hear your voice like a narrator
In everything I say, everything I do
Oh, It’ll take more than a millennia for me to forget you...


A century hasn’t gone by
That I haven’t thought about you and I
A thousand years could pass
And I’d still remember your face
Like the reflection in the looking glass


I’ve listened hard
Watched the skies and stars
Wondering what happened
Or how this could finally end


But here, two thousand years later
You’ve left my heart open like a crater
I see you in everything, the words they say
Oh, I won’t forget you, though every age pass away


A century hasn’t gone by
That I haven’t thought about you and I
A thousand years could pass
And I’d still remember your face
Like the reflection in the looking glass


Oh, we’ve stayed still
While time’s run on
Two thousand years
And I can still feel the heartache
Of finding you gone.


Say you haven’t forgotten
The memories haven’t fallen
Say you still think of me
Over each century


I stare at my phone
My heart droppin’ like a stone
Watching your number appear
With shaking hands, I hold it to my ear


And now, two thousand years later
You’re in my heart again, infiltrator
As you say hello on the phone
“it’ll take more than a mellennia for me to leave you alone…”


A century hasn’t gone by
That I haven’t thought about you and I
A thousand years could pass
And I’d still remember your face
Like the reflection in the looking glass


A thousand years could pass
And I’d see you with me in the looking glass...

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Short Story Saturday- Grey Grass

I wasn't going to post anything this Saturday, but then I had sudden inspiration. Please enjoy this weeks short story.

Gray Grass

“The grass is greener on the other side.” the old saying goes. But the grass was not greener, it was gray. I walk through it now, thinking of "Somewhere over the Rainbow." A song I heard so many, many, years ago. It  plays on in the back of my mind. And then, I think of Neil, my only friend as a child and then the man I secretly loved as a woman.
 “I love you.” I say, and the words are lost in the wind, going to a place I hope is happier then this. The last time I saw, him, I was sure it would be the very last, but then the letter came. The letter telling me-come here. I packed a bag and rushed so very far away from my home, hoping against hope that the letter was from him. I walk around this field of gray, and look for a sign of life, seeing as I don't seem to have any. I see a gray barn in the near distance. Standing by it is a man. A tall, sandy haired, man with the wonderfully optimistic look on his face that I'd seen so man,y many, times. 
"Neil." I whisper. And I smiled so stupidly and ran towards him. The gray suddenly didn't seem so bad, I seemed more like an unpainted canvas. A place that needed life. And I was more then willing to give it that.


Friday, September 6, 2013

Fun Friday-My Last Hurrah

This week for Fun Friday I'm posting a Vignette by my older sister, Moriah. Enjoy, and have a great rest of the week!

I take a deep breath. I 'm actually doing it. I'm going to finally get out of this business. Just one more gig, one more performance, one last hurrah. Today, thousands of my fans, and whoever is siting in from of their TV will hear me sing my new song "Hello and Goodbye" for the first time. And the last. Because what they don't know, is that this is my very last concert.
You see, I have a quickly progressing form of cancer that I'll be having surgery for tomorrow. A surgery which I have a very small chance of surviving. Even if I do survive, I'll never sing again. I've known about this pending, possibly fatal, event for months now, but I had decided to wait until I could tell most of my fans at once.
Now, backstage in the dark, I wonder if I should back off. Then I hear their roars of approval as the band comes onstage, their laughter as my agent jokes around before introducing me, their hush of anticipation as the music starts. I can't let them think that they'll see me again. I stand up and brush off the long, white, silk gown, and glide onto the stage. They scream with happiness until tears come out of their eyes. Until I stand there, and my eyes glance over the audience, being sure to include the many station cameras, and say those words I've dreaded for forever.
 "A big hello to all my fans out there tonight. But also a sad goodbye." A hush falls, so quiet I can hear my guitarist's restrained sobs behind me.

"I have some news for all of you."

And here's a link to my sisters blog- www.symptomsofwritesanity.blogspot.com

Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Typical Tuesday- Pawns

Today for Typical Tuesday, I thought I would write about Pawns. You know the almost useless, weak chess piece? I thought, Well, Why do the Pawns fight for the king? They aren't Knights or The Queen, They're  just peasants fighting for their king. I thought that was a really beautiful thought. So I wrote this. Please enjoy this Tuesday, Pawns.

PAWNS

"W#e are at war" I told the other men in the village. "The king is weaker then ever before, and we need to protect him in what ever way we can." They nodded in agreement. I continued. "Most of the forces are dead, the others ran away. Even the bishops are fighting. I know were just villagers, but We can make a difference. The king himself  is fighting." We all nod solemnly. There is no battle cry, no yell for mercy. Only the small glimmer of hope in the air that we might make it make it back alive. They all slowly walk over to the weapons, and I slowly follow, saying a last goodbye to my only home.

Not much later, I stand on the front line. As far a I'm concerned, the end will soon come for me. The enemy is standing right there in front of us as we wait for them to make the first move. I only have a few moments. I look from one side to another saying a silent goodbye to my friends, my family, my brothers. Saying the words I will never be able to say. I send I message out to God asking him to protect my family. My mother, My children, my wife. Then, my time before death slowly getting shorter, I stand tall. Then, as if as one, all of us turn around to the king. As what maybe our last act of loyalty, we salute. Then, the enemy charges.