Every night, we meet in a recurring dream.
Making new promises, to redeem.
Your eyes locked on mine,
Our fingers entwine;
Two hearts beat as one,
All the masks are undone.
I couldn’t walk, but with you I fly.
Amongst the stars setting fire to the sky.
This has been a long thought in progress and I’ve finally decided to stop being lazy and go for it! Writing random posts every day is not as satisfying as having to be regular to this precious little blog. And I’ve always wanted to write a series. So what do you guys think? This is something I will only do after taking into consideration all of your feedback. And thank you for the amazing response I’ve been getting lately. 🙂 It truly means a lot.
The story revolves around a girl who takes subreddits and discussion threads way too seriously. A millennial who lets social media influence her major life choices. I will post one episode a week. The story will stay as light as possible without too much heavy drama. But when we’re speaking of a teenage girl, there’s got to be at least a little drama, right? 😀
Is this something you might enjoy? Please let me know what you’re thoughts are. Any feedback or suggestions is much appreciated.
– The Obsessive Writer
Y O U.
Every morning, she found the same three letters etched onto the piece of paper on her dusty old type writer.
The presence was too big to ignore. She felt it. In the air. Something calling out to her…
Another writer with a busy life. She was torn in between making a living and wanting to live.
A raging ball of fire slowly slips into the shadows. The darkness embraces the light, and gives birth to the night. The gold turns to silver, all the noises now merely a quiver.
I hear nothing.
I see no-one.
I am relieved.
Little by little the dark fades into lighter shades, the moon leaves to light the sun ablaze. The world comes to life and with it, it’s strife.
I hear lies.
I see liars.
I am betrayed.
Words are all I had and he took them from me. It drove me insane, not knowing what to say; to just stare in awe and adoration. All of a sudden there was something I loved more than myself.
I remember it all. How he looked into my eyes, like we were the only people in the world; the sound of his voice…his laugh. It’s the kinda laugh that reminds you of the good things in life. He didn’t just give my heart wings, he made me want to fly. Flying is not so scary when I know I’ve got him to catch me when I fall.
Lights on. Centre stage. Crowd cheers. It was his golden age.
They believed in his magic.
Curtains close. Only he knows.
And the politician stepped off the dias victorious yet again. “The freebies get ’em every time.”, he thought.
It was another gloomy afternoon, as I set to work. Looking hard and deep for just about anything. Any frivolous theory, rhyme or word string. All at once, there it was, the faintest noise. It could have been the mid summer wind, for it had the grace and poise. Midst all the world’s ranting and chanting, I could hear them calling out to me. Out of breath, panting, I hear the words shouting out their plea. All these years of being taut and twisted seems to have left them tormented, being fashioned into ‘witty’ prose or ‘thoughtful’ poetry. Apparently, they dream of a life of ingenuity. They cried out to be relieved after ages of being besieged.
Let new verses trail your tongue and fresh lines be put to paper. Have your literary praises sung and creations left to savour.