A piece i wrote for a local library competition, it is made up of several of my blogs put together, plus 1 night up with a wacky imagination.....up to date...no reply....lolol...prolly fail. OH WELL.
Word count: 1023
72 Facets
...time for uni, bag, keys, wallet, phone, mp3...ok everything set....
My hand wandered from my back pocket towards the brass handle of my front door, with a simple flick of my wrist the front door swung open and I stepped out onto my porch. The cool rush of air felt like velvet as it brushed across my face extracting the little warmth I had in mere seconds. The terracotta tiles below my feet permeated the morning cold up the rubber soles of my shoes and towards my toes. My entire body was beginning to numb but I didn’t notice, or rather I didn’t care. I was expecting to see the miniscule ants struggling to carry grains ten times their size, yet today they were absent. Instead, I was surprised to see that the tiles sparkled under the light as if tiny gems were embedded in its surface. I bent over and dragged my index finger across the ground hoping they would stick to my finger like glitter would, even though my finger was numb I still felt the bumps off the earthen tiles beneath me. I retracted my finger and ‘hoped’ that I would have diamonds stuck to my finger, a grin flashed momentarily across my face and I wiped the wet finger on my jeans. They were not gems, merely water droplets nestled on the rough surface of the earthen tiles accepting any scattered light that its misty cousins would donate and sending them off with brilliance. Life is like that, even though you are absolutely certain that diamonds do not magically appear on your doorstep you can’t help but to double check…just in case.
The train came to a screeching halt less than a meter in front of me hissing as air flowed from its valves. It was an old train….of course it was old being a Sydenham train. On the windows initials were clumsily etched, probably with keys or a pocket knife. One said “suck”, and another said TIM ‘O8. Graffiti was still visible despite attempts to be scrubbed and all that remained of the Connex logo sticker was “CON..”. Yet it was always the once gleaming silver panels were now horribly dinted that made the train appear to be so old. Perhaps even antique. I stepped onto the train and took refuge at the closest seat to me, the doors beeped and closed shut behind me. Usually I would extract a Jodi Picoult novel from the blue bag I carried with me but today I was not in the mood. I sat on my fingers to warm them up and took a quick glance at those around me. Trains always amazed me, it was the only place that you could find people wearing suits, blue overalls or oversized baggy jumpers within a ten meter radius. I continued to survey my surroundings taking curiosity in the variety of the commuters before something caught my eye. Our eyes locked for a split second, my heart skipped a beat perhaps two. I spotted her hazel brown eyes directly three rows in front of me. Her straight brown hair hung loosely over her shoulder and I had the peculiar urge to feel it, to see if it was as smooth as it looked. Instead I made do with a weak smile, suddenly I became self conscience and if it was possible in the cold I was certain the blood further drained from my cheeks. I examined my reflection in the mirror, and the same face stared back at me with blank eyes. I let out a hysterical laugh, self esteem wasn’t exactly my forte but it would have to do. I rose like a weary ape would, labored, slouched and dragged my feet barely two meters into an empty seat directly adjacent to the girl. Her eyes didn’t leave mine once. A lifetime of memories came flooding back….
She started the conversation, I could feel the tension in her voice.
“Hello Andrew, how’ve you been?” I flinched slightly, I was certain she didn’t pick it up. Miserable, on the road to recovery until now,
“Great” I lied. I was a good liar but not good enough, I could see the guilt in her eyes. As if she wanted to turn away from me but couldn’t. I returned her question “How about you? I haven’t seen you in months”, this was true. Although I wish I didn’t remember the last time I met her.
“Not that great to be honest”, her pitch rose suddenly as she stumbled for the right words. She looked towards the ground and shuffled her feet across the vinyl floor to refocus herself. “I’m alone, single again” she muttered through her teeth, attempting to fight her emotions with a hysterical chuckle.
Could’ve seen that one coming a mile away, “I’m sorry, Shit happens.” Great words of wisdom I thought to myself, but entirely true. Shit happened to me a few months ago. My months of recovery crumpled like the Berlin wall in the silent minutes to follow. Minutes that were full of full of contemplation, full of regret. I was still drawn to her, like a junkie was to heroin. Like an ex junkie I also knew that if I got sucked in one more time that I would regret it later on.
I bit my tongue and broke the silence,
“You’ll get over it” I joked cheerfully but I knew she wouldn’t, not any time soon anyway. “Look at me” I said giving her a quick wink. I brushed a wisp of hair behind her ear and pulled her face towards mine to gather her full attention; her hair was just as I remembered, soft. Smooth. Our eyes locked, I smiled and got off at the next stop, “goodbye” flowed from my lips as if it was a velvety breeze and I was sure she heard me.
Love is like that, even if you are absolutely certain that a diamond appears on your doorstep you can’t help but to double check. Perhaps you should cast it away because a diamond cuts anything even you.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
If i was a plant, it wouldnt matter
***
simple..about you...all of you..and me
jumping strained my ankle, you strained my trust
guitar callused my fingers, you callused my love
dancing broke my wrist, you broke my heart
well those lines were about you. heres one about us
You are my everything but I am your nothing
***
Theres a few interesting facts about plants you should know...
they grow towards light, they grow upwards and may entwine with what they are touching
Well than what would happen there was a plant that had light coming from under it.
Would it grow downwards towards the light or upwards agianst gravity. Instead would it grow into a horrific entwined tangle plant because it is touching itself.
Sometimes, the outcomes of somethings are not known.
If i was a plant it wouldnt matter, I have no choice
***
I yawn and yawn and yawn, a tear rolls down the side of my nose and quickly cools. The only tears that I cry, because ive run out soul to cry. ...you know what that means, im off too bed.
URS sincerly..no nooooooo. Just Urs.
actually screw you all
Amen =D
simple..about you...all of you..and me
jumping strained my ankle, you strained my trust
guitar callused my fingers, you callused my love
dancing broke my wrist, you broke my heart
well those lines were about you. heres one about us
You are my everything but I am your nothing
***
Theres a few interesting facts about plants you should know...
they grow towards light, they grow upwards and may entwine with what they are touching
Well than what would happen there was a plant that had light coming from under it.
Would it grow downwards towards the light or upwards agianst gravity. Instead would it grow into a horrific entwined tangle plant because it is touching itself.
Sometimes, the outcomes of somethings are not known.
If i was a plant it wouldnt matter, I have no choice
***
I yawn and yawn and yawn, a tear rolls down the side of my nose and quickly cools. The only tears that I cry, because ive run out soul to cry. ...you know what that means, im off too bed.
URS sincerly..no nooooooo. Just Urs.
actually screw you all
Amen =D
Monday, June 15, 2009
Look mama, Look what i found.
"Look mama, Look what i found"
WHY ANDREW, you found your soul. You lost it a long long....looooooooong time ago.
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Looking at you for this first time in months was one of the most extraordinary feelings of my life. I missed the way you rubbed up against my long [BEEEEP] as if you were a cat rubbing up against my leg. I remembered the first time I saw you, glistening under the light. I saw you from afar, my piercing glaze spotted you through a pane of glass, you were beautiful. I wanted you to be mine, all it took was 20 seconds and it was official. We connected, and when i lost you it was as if a part of me was missing.
Was It because of negligence on my part that you disappeared? Possibly, but i will never let it happen again.
so thats how I lost and found my stainless steel ring I bought for 14 bucks, the [BEEEEP] is [finger].
If this was how much I miss my ring, think about how much I miss you.
Yours sincerely, NO. Just yours.
Amen.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Just another day
...time for uni, bag, keys, wallet, phone, mp3...ok everything set....
I turned the brass handle of my front door and stepped out onto my porch, the cool air manisfested itself into a feather and tickled my nose. I surveyed the terracotta tiles expecting to see the miniscule ants struggling to carry grains ten times their size, yet today they were absent. Instead, I was suprised to see that the tiles sparkled under the light as if tiny gems were embedded in its surface. Yet they were not gems, merely waterdroplets nestled on the rough surface of the Earthern tiles accepting any scattered light that its misty cousins would donate and sending them off with brilliance.
There was something about mist that always enticed me, as if this were heaven on Earth. I loved the sensation, I loved how every breathe I took made me feel more alive. My eyelids dropped and I absorbed my surroundings, for an instant i was everything around me. I was the car choking to life, I was the chirping birds, I was the grass and the trees, but more importantly, I was me. By the time I opened my eyes I had somehow habitually navigated myself down the familiar slanted driveway and ended up casually leaning on the passenger side of my silver liftback yaris. I was mesmerised by something so simple, yet so perfect.
The tree stood boldly, like a drawing on a white canvas. A canvas of white mist that extended infinitely across the land. The trees balding branches pointed in awkward directions and its leaves hung limply threatening to join the gathering pile on the ground. The grass surrounding the tree resonated light from its beads of dew and shimmered in the cool breeze. I drove off and my head turned as if i was desperately trying to keep my field of view a still frame.
It amazes me how your perception of something cahnges depending on the situation. Its the same tree, just somehow that morning it was special.
When you look at the moon from Earth appears to be tiny, yet when you look at the Earth from the moon the Earth appears to be tiny.
Merely a perception.
Perhaps my life is merely a perception, I only wish that I too could be surrounded by mist and stand out boldly from my surroundings. For someone to notice me for who I am not what surrounds me.
=] ill be waiting.
Yours sincerely, no just yours.
Amen
I turned the brass handle of my front door and stepped out onto my porch, the cool air manisfested itself into a feather and tickled my nose. I surveyed the terracotta tiles expecting to see the miniscule ants struggling to carry grains ten times their size, yet today they were absent. Instead, I was suprised to see that the tiles sparkled under the light as if tiny gems were embedded in its surface. Yet they were not gems, merely waterdroplets nestled on the rough surface of the Earthern tiles accepting any scattered light that its misty cousins would donate and sending them off with brilliance.
There was something about mist that always enticed me, as if this were heaven on Earth. I loved the sensation, I loved how every breathe I took made me feel more alive. My eyelids dropped and I absorbed my surroundings, for an instant i was everything around me. I was the car choking to life, I was the chirping birds, I was the grass and the trees, but more importantly, I was me. By the time I opened my eyes I had somehow habitually navigated myself down the familiar slanted driveway and ended up casually leaning on the passenger side of my silver liftback yaris. I was mesmerised by something so simple, yet so perfect.
The tree stood boldly, like a drawing on a white canvas. A canvas of white mist that extended infinitely across the land. The trees balding branches pointed in awkward directions and its leaves hung limply threatening to join the gathering pile on the ground. The grass surrounding the tree resonated light from its beads of dew and shimmered in the cool breeze. I drove off and my head turned as if i was desperately trying to keep my field of view a still frame.
It amazes me how your perception of something cahnges depending on the situation. Its the same tree, just somehow that morning it was special.
When you look at the moon from Earth appears to be tiny, yet when you look at the Earth from the moon the Earth appears to be tiny.
Merely a perception.
Perhaps my life is merely a perception, I only wish that I too could be surrounded by mist and stand out boldly from my surroundings. For someone to notice me for who I am not what surrounds me.
=] ill be waiting.
Yours sincerely, no just yours.
Amen
Thursday, May 28, 2009
HE said she Said, I said you SAID
At the start of the convo
I said
"i got a new crush, Yeah im pretty sure u know her"
you said
":O (OH)"
At the end of the convo
I said
"that girl was you"
you said
"I know"
Of course you did. I knew that you knew, yet I still had to say it. It gives me the a satisfaction, much like Hercules completing his seven tasks. Thus I am proud to announce I'm not a pussy =D. Thats something to be proud of. The only thing that bugs is me is that you probably knew that I thought you were somthing else before I knew. Maybe you even know me better than I know myself, lol wat a disgrace. I would be lying if I said I didnt speculate what future there could be but I know that we dont see eachother the same way, I could be wrong but im almost never wrong. As capable and strong as you say, you havnt fully conviced me, thus I dont want to be a burden on your shoulders. I dont want to rock a stable boat. I guess im just glad that my heart isnt leaking tears.
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You deserve to know the truth. And the story was my frend said I was going through a lot of trouble :"how sweet". I even foolishly replied to him "haha sif man, its not like that". But now i realised..it was like that. I woke that next morning 9 or so hours later with you in my head and my brain this time doodled on my head...."you know what waking up thinking about a girl...means?? It means your a flipping idiot and you know im right. I'm mr IQ 133 :P" damn you and your logic mr 133 IQ, I hate you.
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Just know that ill always be there, somewhere over the hills listening to the echoing of your voice in the valleys because as long as your happy thats all that matters. As long as you smile thats all that matters.
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Hahah how this makes my last blog seem so awkward that you know it was about you =.=. But thats why I blog at 1 am or later. Im delirious and im not afraid to write my mind.
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Amen. yours sincerely, no just yours.
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And this time I can say that I care about you boundlessly to your face not through a void.
and yes im an idiot.
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O and one more thing, you asked how long i inted to like this girl for? A long time, mayb years and im not ashamed.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
133 IQ, highly gifted?? u got it all wrong.
this is a quite metaphorical piece. all my pieces are from the heart. done in ten...now 30.... minutes 2 am to 2 30 am. biomedicine students reading this will be more aware and appreciate the writing. ENJOY!
Think girl think. You say im stupid, i say im lost. You say Im amazing, I say Im yours.
............and so facebook reckons my IQ is 133 or highly gifted. (almost near genius). *chuckles. WELLL SORRRY mr FACEBOOK iq APP. IF I was highly gifted I wouldnt be here writing this blog.....
F.Y.I.
racemic* - a type of chemical mixture with two types of almost identical substances (chem)
resolved* - seperation of these two chemicals, light is rotated when it passes through resolved substances.
mouse* - used in biology lab dissection (biology)
boundless* - approach infinity (maths)
F.Y.I = My mind wanders in your direction all to often in uni
My neurones relay my impulses between complex pathways, unable to differentiate my next thought. I am lost, like a helpless mouse in a maze finding its way out....or in, whilst stressing about your constant gaze. I'm a perfectionist, although I wish I were instead a ventriliquist and speak my words through a void we could both relate to. A void in which my racemic mixture of emotions could be resolved and turn light in the right direction to distinguish my thoughts, although my void is fiction this is fact. Lately I care about you boundlessly, too much in fact and when I realised my mind expanded against my forehead doodling "you flippin idiot" on the inside of my skull. An epiphany I thought I would have long learned. Im searching for a part of myself i misplaced and I found it in you, but I think im going to lose the shifty bast*rd again.
"Faliure is when you dont learn from your mistakes"
Think girl think. You say im stupid, i say im lost. You say Im amazing, I say Im yours.
............and so facebook reckons my IQ is 133 or highly gifted. (almost near genius). *chuckles. WELLL SORRRY mr FACEBOOK iq APP. IF I was highly gifted I wouldnt be here writing this blog.....
F.Y.I.
racemic* - a type of chemical mixture with two types of almost identical substances (chem)
resolved* - seperation of these two chemicals, light is rotated when it passes through resolved substances.
mouse* - used in biology lab dissection (biology)
boundless* - approach infinity (maths)
F.Y.I = My mind wanders in your direction all to often in uni
My neurones relay my impulses between complex pathways, unable to differentiate my next thought. I am lost, like a helpless mouse in a maze finding its way out....or in, whilst stressing about your constant gaze. I'm a perfectionist, although I wish I were instead a ventriliquist and speak my words through a void we could both relate to. A void in which my racemic mixture of emotions could be resolved and turn light in the right direction to distinguish my thoughts, although my void is fiction this is fact. Lately I care about you boundlessly, too much in fact and when I realised my mind expanded against my forehead doodling "you flippin idiot" on the inside of my skull. An epiphany I thought I would have long learned. Im searching for a part of myself i misplaced and I found it in you, but I think im going to lose the shifty bast*rd again.
"Faliure is when you dont learn from your mistakes"
*laughs to himself.
Well mister 133 IQ, this faliure better be worth it because if its not than you dont deserve to be my brain.....or heart. At least my heart knows how to leak tears from its cracks, that way *noone can see.....
that way I dont have to see myself......genius
and how I long to hear that voice....ridiculous
yet how much i want to be with you....relentless
How long for??...endless
all the while you are......oblivious
And just for laughs....penis.
nono lets be...serious
Andrew - yours sincerely.
No.... just yours
(just yours....get the pun? dont be so dumb do u need me to tell u straight to the face??? well miss im to cool for skool, turns out im prolly to pussy to tell you ;P. so youll have to figure it out yourself)
Amen
Monday, May 25, 2009
"Desperado"
WAOH! Its been almost 6 months since my last blog. :), EXAMS ARE SOON =(((. how time flies when your NOT having fun. Anyways so i picked up guitar and I can cross it off my to do list. among my list of what i think completes me lol..... and a qoute by awesome rocker chick Sarah springs to mind 'coz guys complete girls' or vise versa. Anywho to the point....
You may have heard of the song desperado by the eagles. Its a pretty epic song especially acoustic version with awesome harmonics =D. The lyrics that struck me was
You may have heard of the song desperado by the eagles. Its a pretty epic song especially acoustic version with awesome harmonics =D. The lyrics that struck me was
'you better let somebody love you before its too late'.
im letting you love me, and i hope its not too late. ILY xx.
Hahaaha, u know if its u ;).
im letting you love me, and i hope its not too late. ILY xx.
Hahaaha, u know if its u ;).
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