Many Moons Ago
It's been awhile since I posted any writing.
The autumn festival just passed and you know one dark nights will the full moon - yennie gets sappy.
Many Moons Ago
Two years and many moons ago
Little of the world did we know
Poor students with nothing to our names
Life was simple, fun, and games
One teeny mooncake, mouths to spare
Our biggest concern - do we share?
Sipping tea, poems with no rhyme
Laughing at nothing, plenty of time
For meat we fought, bickered and battled
Late night karaoke until our heads rattled
Adventures, roadtrips, cheap hotels
Crazy now, but great stories we tell
Quickly time passes, before we knew
Graduation..work, into adults we grew
Working hard we manage to get by
So much going on, where does time fly?
Often I think, can't help, but miss
Those sweet and innocent days of bliss
With good friends, going with the flow
Two years and many moons ago.
- yenchan (Sept 23, 2010)
.....a short little blurb written for a story I was hacking away at, but never saw the light of day. I know it's pretty raw, but it is what it is. Don't worry, I don't plan on trading my TI-83+ for a ball point pen anytime soon.
I had a dream. A nightmare actually. I dreamt that one day we stopped texting each other until the late hours of the night. Our lives got busy and I didn't see you for months. Then one day you came to meet me and you brought along someone. You introduced her as your girlfriend as you caressed her cheek and intertwined your hands. I felt sick. Nauseated. I excuse myself to the bathroom, but you follow me - concerned like you always were. That's what I loved about you - your care for others. But then that care felt like salt on a wound. I ran to my car without looking back. I drive and drive, hoping beyond hopes that an accident would somehow jerk me out of my slumber. I'd wake up to another one of your texts - a corny joke of the day. All would be right again. It doesn't work. Somehow I ended up at our place. By the cafe that we loved. Not because the food was anything great, but because the artsy atmosphere made us feel intellectual. We're dorks like that. You and I. A pair of crazies so normal by ourselves, but when together we became something else. Something, I thought, was special.
The autumn festival just passed and you know one dark nights will the full moon - yennie gets sappy.
Many Moons Ago
Two years and many moons ago
Little of the world did we know
Poor students with nothing to our names
Life was simple, fun, and games
One teeny mooncake, mouths to spare
Our biggest concern - do we share?
Sipping tea, poems with no rhyme
Laughing at nothing, plenty of time
For meat we fought, bickered and battled
Late night karaoke until our heads rattled
Adventures, roadtrips, cheap hotels
Crazy now, but great stories we tell
Quickly time passes, before we knew
Graduation..work, into adults we grew
Working hard we manage to get by
So much going on, where does time fly?
Often I think, can't help, but miss
Those sweet and innocent days of bliss
With good friends, going with the flow
Two years and many moons ago.
- yenchan (Sept 23, 2010)
.....a short little blurb written for a story I was hacking away at, but never saw the light of day. I know it's pretty raw, but it is what it is. Don't worry, I don't plan on trading my TI-83+ for a ball point pen anytime soon.
I had a dream. A nightmare actually. I dreamt that one day we stopped texting each other until the late hours of the night. Our lives got busy and I didn't see you for months. Then one day you came to meet me and you brought along someone. You introduced her as your girlfriend as you caressed her cheek and intertwined your hands. I felt sick. Nauseated. I excuse myself to the bathroom, but you follow me - concerned like you always were. That's what I loved about you - your care for others. But then that care felt like salt on a wound. I ran to my car without looking back. I drive and drive, hoping beyond hopes that an accident would somehow jerk me out of my slumber. I'd wake up to another one of your texts - a corny joke of the day. All would be right again. It doesn't work. Somehow I ended up at our place. By the cafe that we loved. Not because the food was anything great, but because the artsy atmosphere made us feel intellectual. We're dorks like that. You and I. A pair of crazies so normal by ourselves, but when together we became something else. Something, I thought, was special.