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Here are some things I've been working on.

This first peice is one I wrote after I saw a painting of a woman who's head was resting at the bottom of the ocean. I saw her, and thought maybe their is a story here. So I tried to write one. This is what I came up with.

My body sank deep into the dark water, as I slowly plummeted to what seemed like no end. I was awake, and that was the scary part. I remembered so many things. I first remembered my mother. Tears flooded my eyes, but it only added more water for me to fall down. I cried thinking about how I had left her without telling her how much I truly loved her. I left without hugging her, and without kissing her for I did not think this was to happen to me. I remembered so many things I'd never get to do, and so many things I never got to say. There was Sarah, my one true friend. I imagined her at my funeral crying, and wondering why this had happened. My heart still hurt, even though it no longer continued to beat life into my damp body. I then hit rock bottom. My hands resting in the wet ground beneath the sea, and it was then that it hit me. What of my love, what was he to do now? If only I had been more cautious, and I damned myself for all that I had done. I had not told him I loved him that night, for we had just begun another one of our silly fights. Our silly fights! The things I once cursed him for I knew now I would miss. Why didn't I just admit I was wrong? Why didn't I just throw my arms around him and tell him how much I loved him. After all we did not always fight, and when we did it was always my fault. He took me to the park on spring days, and we talked for hours into the night, escaping time and reality. I would no longer get to do that anymore, for I had escaped life this time. My blood grew colder, and I began to freeze. I now missed the warm of my love. Oh why did things have to be this way? Why am I not waking up out of this horrible dream? Someone please wake me up, so that I may once again feel the light and warmth of the sun. I so longed to be warm, and once again in my loves' arms. I remembered that one special night, when I was still living. It was a cold winter evening, and I was cold, so we bundled up together, and read to each other our favorite stories we had so treasured as a child. My body well, and with the soft thud I lay there still. I am still awake, and yet asking for someone to wake me from this horrible dream. My Mother? My Sarah? My Love? Won't one of you come to wake me up? Or am I to exist here awake and thinking cold in the dark water swirling about me. I so long to sleep while I am awake, and I so long to be awakened from this horrible nightmare.

My body sinks down into the dark water

Slowly falling deeper and deeper

Finally I am there

Reaching the bottom

My hands clawing the ground

I wait

Till the moment arrives

My breath shortens

I ascend

My body comes into contact with the fresh air

My lungs once again breathing in new life

I am reborn.

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Still reading? All right well this is something I wrote in 11th grade as a year book signing to my friend Amy Lee who is now the lead singer of Evanescence. The first time I heard her sing this is image that flooded into my mind.

“A.L.”

The evening was cool with a cold and constant breeze flowing throughout the night air. I entered a local bar and ordered myself the usual drink. I sat there looking into the glass wondering how it was my life had become so routine, and how the small things, that I used to be able to write pages upon pages about, no longer appealed to me in that way anymore. The oasis of words I once had savored had run dry as the desert that surrounded everyone else. It was at that moment I heard it. I frantically looked up bewitched by the siren noise; this sweet taste of honey had been transposed into a symphonic melody. That was when I first laid my eyes on her. She was seated at a piano, playing it with the greatest of ease. Her fingers moved across the keys as if a fairy were dancing upon them, and then she opened her mouth. The bewitching melody was now to become even stronger, for her voice spoke with the music as no one could ever imagine. The piano had become an extension of herself, and the words she sang mirrored that notes that hung so heavily in my heart. I was captivated by the entire evanescent ballad commanded by this amazing woman. I drew closer to her, my head swimming in circles, tossing me about with a force greater than I had ever felt. I wondered how it was that this woman knew me so well without having ever met me, and how it was that this muse had escaped me for all this time. I grew closer still watching her movements, listening to her words. She glanced at me, and as our eyes met I was released. My body urged me forward, but my heart left me frozen stiff. I had no other thought in my mind, but to keep listening. My ears could hear better now than ever before, and it was due to this perfect spring night which had been personified into music. Each note she sang was so wondrous, and I was first able to see. Instead of the bar's murky atmosphere her song transformed the rustic tavern into a whole new glorious world. I saw crystal blue streams flow by me as her song sang to my eyes. With every step I took, I felt the gentle warmth of her world. I was wrapped in a blanket of light. Suddenly, my trance was knocked away, for another voice came crashing over the music. It was the bartender demanding that I pay him five dollars for the drink. I reached into my wallet giving the bartender his money, but when I turned back to resume my awestruck gaze fixed on this woman whose name I did not even know, I was hit with a sudden realization. Thus music had stopped. I stared at the exact spot that she once sat, but her body was no longer there. I ran to the piano rummaging about for any trace or sign as to where she might have gone. I called out to others in the bar, who had evidently been too busy to even notice she had been there. I rushed out into the street looking, searching for her, but I never found her. I re-entered the bar, and sat at the piano. It was then that I saw it. The woman had left something behind. A cocktail napkin from her drink, the moist ring from where her glass had once laid still dampening the napkin. I examined the treasure, and I saw faintly outlined in a blue pen the initials "A.L." I returned home that night a different man. I no longer felt my life to be routine as I had thought earlier that day. I had ascended to a new way of viewing life. I learned that day to live my life to the fullest and not to overlook the moments most people do. For it is in those idiosyncrasies lie the things that are truly beautiful. I was left to forever wonder who this woman was, but the fact that I was permitted to see her for merely a moment in my entire lifetime left me with the strange feeling of content. I will always be in her debt.

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	Kyoske's Homepage \| home Other Writings Here are some things I've been working on. This first peice is one I wrote after I saw a painting of a woman who's head was resting at the bottom of the ocean. I saw her, and thought maybe their is a story here. So I tried to write one. This is what I came up with. My body sank deep into the dark water, as I slowly plummeted to what seemed like no end. I was awake, and that was the scary part. I remembered so many things. I first remembered my mother. Tears flooded my eyes, but it only added more water for me to fall down. I cried thinking about how I had left her without telling her how much I truly loved her. I left without hugging her, and without kissing her for I did not think this was to happen to me. I remembered so many things I'd never get to do, and so many things I never got to say. There was Sarah, my one true friend. I imagined her at my funeral crying, and wondering why this had happened. My heart still hurt, even though it no longer continued to beat life into my damp body. I then hit rock bottom. My hands resting in the wet ground beneath the sea, and it was then that it hit me. What of my love, what was he to do now? If only I had been more cautious, and I damned myself for all that I had done. I had not told him I loved him that night, for we had just begun another one of our silly fights. Our silly fights! The things I once cursed him for I knew now I would miss. Why didn't I just admit I was wrong? Why didn't I just throw my arms around him and tell him how much I loved him. After all we did not always fight, and when we did it was always my fault. He took me to the park on spring days, and we talked for hours into the night, escaping time and reality. I would no longer get to do that anymore, for I had escaped life this time. My blood grew colder, and I began to freeze. I now missed the warm of my love. Oh why did things have to be this way? Why am I not waking up out of this horrible dream? Someone please wake me up, so that I may once again feel the light and warmth of the sun. I so longed to be warm, and once again in my loves' arms. I remembered that one special night, when I was still living. It was a cold winter evening, and I was cold, so we bundled up together, and read to each other our favorite stories we had so treasured as a child. My body well, and with the soft thud I lay there still. I am still awake, and yet asking for someone to wake me from this horrible dream. My Mother? My Sarah? My Love? Won't one of you come to wake me up? Or am I to exist here awake and thinking cold in the dark water swirling about me. I so long to sleep while I am awake, and I so long to be awakened from this horrible nightmare. My body sinks down into the dark water Slowly falling deeper and deeper Finally I am there Reaching the bottom My hands clawing the ground I wait Till the moment arrives My breath shortens I ascend My body comes into contact with the fresh air My lungs once again breathing in new life I am reborn. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Still reading? All right well this is something I wrote in 11th grade as a year book signing to my friend Amy Lee who is now the lead singer of Evanescence. The first time I heard her sing this is image that flooded into my mind. “A.L.” The evening was cool with a cold and constant breeze flowing throughout the night air. I entered a local bar and ordered myself the usual drink. I sat there looking into the glass wondering how it was my life had become so routine, and how the small things, that I used to be able to write pages upon pages about, no longer appealed to me in that way anymore. The oasis of words I once had savored had run dry as the desert that surrounded everyone else. It was at that moment I heard it. I frantically looked up bewitched by the siren noise; this sweet taste of honey had been transposed into a symphonic melody. That was when I first laid my eyes on her. She was seated at a piano, playing it with the greatest of ease. Her fingers moved across the keys as if a fairy were dancing upon them, and then she opened her mouth. The bewitching melody was now to become even stronger, for her voice spoke with the music as no one could ever imagine. The piano had become an extension of herself, and the words she sang mirrored that notes that hung so heavily in my heart. I was captivated by the entire evanescent ballad commanded by this amazing woman. I drew closer to her, my head swimming in circles, tossing me about with a force greater than I had ever felt. I wondered how it was that this woman knew me so well without having ever met me, and how it was that this muse had escaped me for all this time. I grew closer still watching her movements, listening to her words. She glanced at me, and as our eyes met I was released. My body urged me forward, but my heart left me frozen stiff. I had no other thought in my mind, but to keep listening. My ears could hear better now than ever before, and it was due to this perfect spring night which had been personified into music. Each note she sang was so wondrous, and I was first able to see. Instead of the bar's murky atmosphere her song transformed the rustic tavern into a whole new glorious world. I saw crystal blue streams flow by me as her song sang to my eyes. With every step I took, I felt the gentle warmth of her world. I was wrapped in a blanket of light. Suddenly, my trance was knocked away, for another voice came crashing over the music. It was the bartender demanding that I pay him five dollars for the drink. I reached into my wallet giving the bartender his money, but when I turned back to resume my awestruck gaze fixed on this woman whose name I did not even know, I was hit with a sudden realization. Thus music had stopped. I stared at the exact spot that she once sat, but her body was no longer there. I ran to the piano rummaging about for any trace or sign as to where she might have gone. I called out to others in the bar, who had evidently been too busy to even notice she had been there. I rushed out into the street looking, searching for her, but I never found her. I re-entered the bar, and sat at the piano. It was then that I saw it. The woman had left something behind. A cocktail napkin from her drink, the moist ring from where her glass had once laid still dampening the napkin. I examined the treasure, and I saw faintly outlined in a blue pen the initials "A.L." I returned home that night a different man. I no longer felt my life to be routine as I had thought earlier that day. I had ascended to a new way of viewing life. I learned that day to live my life to the fullest and not to overlook the moments most people do. For it is in those idiosyncrasies lie the things that are truly beautiful. I was left to forever wonder who this woman was, but the fact that I was permitted to see her for merely a moment in my entire lifetime left me with the strange feeling of content. I will always be in her debt. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I think that is enough. Kyoske's Homepage (Click the link to go to the main page)