Not Always Your Average Once Upon a Time...: 2010

The Warm Room

Oct 24

As sunlight filters through the bright vermillion curtains, the walls glimmer in the summer light. I see the sun through the curtains beaming like a firefly set high in the cerulean sky. The rays spread to the deep burgundy floor, which shimmers in the sun. My toes capture the warmth, which floods steadily through my body like humidity. My bed, entranced by daylight’s rays, seems to smile at my wardrobe, as a drowsy sunbather might do on a temperate day out of the sun. Minute particles of dust waft in and out of view like dancing, glittery fairies, very much alive for their daytime parties. Photographs on the wall, though some cracked, many a tie caught me reminiscing over times now lost, though memories staying fresh incessantly, never decaying. My loved ones in the picture seemed to call out to me in tender, yet inaudible words. They too seemed at ease basking in the majestic sun’s beam.

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The Rose

Oct 23

I don’t remember a lot of things; usually I cannot help but be clutched by the whittling hands of life. Sometimes when I sit perfectly still and trick myself into a soft slumber, my dreams swiftly manage to escort me away from my weary life to places where the memories that I can never grasp are born.

In my dreams I may visit a lush though overgrowing garden, deep in the crevices of May. The amber sun bores heartily on my back as I explore the garden. I lean over the harlequin grass to move the messy thorns with such care not to harm myself, I spy an object of such beauty that not even the garden’s excitements could not compare. As a larger quantity of thorn-ridden branches fall clumsily to the grass, something amidst the tiny alcove where the thorns were sparkles.

Such an object would be found being sculpted by angels in the depths of heaven; it’s a rose.

The rose shimmers as I reach out to caress one of the seemingly everlasting rose petals.

To touch the cerise petal would have the same effect as if you were to stroke a dove’s feather. I look back to my hands and gander at what they have become; the rose’s angelic magic had gently wafted away from the petals onto my hand. I could see other beatific glitter which was lightly floating away in the wind to other pastures, much further away, perhaps some with roses that were as blue as an impossible moon emitting a serene ultramarine.

Surrounded by thoughtful, tranquil scenes, the depth of my slumber intensified...

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Meaningful Senselessness

Oct 21

All excitements and mysteries of life

It can be ever-changing in such ways

Like a south sun drowning in a north sky

Or autumn leaves fading into slate grey

Two roses locking to intertwine

A live crimson fire blazing bashful blue

The jolt of nerves when your fond eyes meet mine

Catching you dreaming, if only he knew.

A book to read containing absent text

Days when the sun glistens and the moon burns

When mirrors show what is to happen next

Perfected talent while much more to learn.

Memories blowing in and out of mind

Staying as true as a book with no bind.

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Thoughtful Reminiscing

Oct 20

Whenever life discovers time and a place

I think back to days when you were around

You’re smiling back at me in your embrace

Your heartbeat was the only lucid sound.

How did you make the sun surface each day?

Your laugh? Your words? Your carefulness to me?

Oh, it was how you made my life seem gay.

I know it was wrong to have set you free.

How could I ever know if it was true?

And did we really give our love a chance?

It breaks my heart because I still love you

You never give me a short second glance.

Whenever life discovers place and a time

I think back to the days when you were mine.

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"To write or not to write, that is the question."

Oct 19

- A quote by Shakespeare.
Well sort of.
It seems like the kind of thing he might of said.
Especially if we were best friends.

Heyy everyone, this is That Wordy Writer!

After about 10 years of writing and writing whatever creative piece came to mind, I finally decided to post something every few days, whether it's a a part of a story, a poem or lyrics that I have made, it's all here for you guys!

If you like this blog, please check back :) I've worked really hard on everything here, and although sometimes everything I write may not be accurate, please try to enjoy yourself anyway :)

Well, I guess that's all for now!
Have fun reading!!

That Wordy Writer scribble scribble

P.S. I worked really hard on everything here, so if you could refrain from clicking the copy button, I would be very grateful :)

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Imprisonment

Oct 19

Locked away in chains forever it seems

Full of fury to whomever may pass

Abandonment of hope in all my dreams

The feelings come and go but never last

Break loose in thoughts that may or may not come

Aspire to desires of freedom

Now destroy the chains and come undone

Run young in the gardens of your kingdom

I scream savage words, even in my prayers

They go unwatched and unaccounted for

Watch as my grasp on life now starts to tear

My chains wistfully drop to the floor

Held back in chains forever it appears

Cannot the stone be melted by my tears?

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