Play that Sweet Tune by litlcheckeddie, literature
Literature
Play that Sweet Tune
Acoustic guitars, banjos, fiddles, mandolins
Stringed instruments singing out their southern melodies
The clangy plucks and picks
And accented stories yipping out of the cowboy hat hinged-boot wearing artists
The scent of hay barrels, mud, sweat, beer, and barbeques
Dogs and cats chasing each other,
Weaving through the audience
Just as the pig-tailed betties run after the freckled high water boys.
And while the music blares out of the big ol' speakers,
A metronome of claps and stomps harmonizes the tune
The click, clack, yeehaws, and twanks blast out to the crowd
Creating the honky-tonk soundtrack of their homeland
His back is straight and sturdy.
She stands there anxious.
His strong hands form bubbles over the black and white keys.
Sweat rolls down her waiting face.
At the touch of one key his mind is devoured in a brilliant peaceful symphony.
The first sound is played through the blasting speakers and she is in a state of euphoria.
His heartbeat is slow and steady as the notes, intervals, and perfect octaves flow out of him more easily than breathing.
She is surrounded by pushy moshers and screaming people and she can't help but join in.
In deep concentration, his eyes close and his body moves with the sound.
Singing at the top of her lungs,
Nine o'clock figure in satin sheets
Oh my God this hurts like hell
She's always going through my head
I had that dream again where I was lost for good in outer space
Living on radio sound
I will find out how it all went so wrong
I swear it's not me; it's just what I used to know
And everything you touch in me is yours
A waking nightmare that is only worse when I am sleeping
She's always going through my head
Red eye glare from the balcony
It's not as cold out here but come quick I am losing feeling
Take a breather, let your air out
Wear a black hat baby, I'll check you out
I'm gonna send a little rain to pour down on you
She's
Ice pops and moon beams
Exhale in a chilly stratosphere
Balloons sail down Broadway
Rose colored sunglasses
Stingy banana milk shakes
The smoky aura consuming every crevice
Losing time, blinking, cellophane
Breathing deep jubilant memories
Cowboy harmony geetar – kidnapping.
She's always just standing there staring. She wears a taunting and mysterious grin. Like a small child watching the Ferris wheel lights go round and round, she watches the people of the cafeteria. Her peers, classmates, those people whom she has grown up with since elementary school – Yet, with all of the familiar faces she sees, none of them know her. Like an invisible breeze that wisps stray hairs around, she creeps through the lunchroom taking in everything she sees. She walks up behind people, not joining in their conversations, but just listening for the sake of feeling included. Though one may think that she is desperate for
The whistle is blown. Recess has officially begun. The 30 minutes of freedom from the long and treacherous 5th grade school day was finally here. A time to let loose, a time for hyperactive 9 year olds to create pure mayhem! The playground equipment was always bare. The only occupants were the stinky kids who peed their pants the first day of school and whose reputations since had never improved. They were and would always be the pee-pee pants kids. Joining them on the splinter producing wooden playground were the babyish kids the kids whose ideas of recess involved growling and barking like little woodland creatures while
Down to the stone
That is holding onto the wood,
The wood that frames this place
That I reside in.
I wish I could take that stone.
Watch the tumbling siding,
Catch the wood shavings in the palm of my hand,
And swim through the ruble.
And through the perfect demolition,
I would only grab two pieces of the contents.
Two metal scraps,
That our lips have touched.
After placing them in my torn jean pockets,
Tears would unreasonably fall to the ground,
As I would turn to obtain something more.
Digging through the debris,
I would try to search for it
Then I would fail
And realize, you never gave me anything
All memories of you
Ha
A little sway
With a bit of giggles
She has lost herself
Strength and power
In a bold stance
And he waits
Staring into the mirror
Seeing the true color
She shrugs away her current state
Planning carefully
How to make it work
He looks up
A few unknown steps
A blur of a silhouette
She is in warm arms
Tight embrace
A soft smile peering back
His heart beating faster
The scent of smoke
With wondering eyes
Her world stopping
Lost in a moment
Intoxicated by the aura
Their lips meet
A rocky, unknown, holy ground when invaded,
makes for the most perfect banana split.
A comforting rustling of awakened leaves,
plays a brilliant symphony for the stars to tango with.
The loud ticking of a clock that usually interrupts thoughts,
can't be heard while the darkening walls disappear in philosophical vibrancy.
The symbolic meaning so sought after is bluntly apparent,
Sundays are meant for banana seats and starting anew.
Alone For All Her Years by litlcheckeddie, literature
Literature
Alone For All Her Years
Baby with the teddy bear,
Lying down in bed in tears,
Begging to be noticed.
Girl with the party hat,
Standing in the corner,
Wanting to be alone.
She never tries to be social; she stands away from her peers,
If she keeps it up she'll be alone for all her years.
Teen with the headphones,
Blasting in her ears;
Needing to get away from home.
Lady with the naked finger,
Watching a couple stroll outside her window,
Craving a love of her own.
It's her life but she doesn't know how to keep it in control…
The love she never had from anyone is affecting her life goals.
Woman with the apartment house,
Eating from an ice cream carton a
xXOnly In Her DreamsXx by litlcheckeddie, literature
Literature
xXOnly In Her DreamsXx
Tender breathing of a little girl in bed
So soft and delicate
Tear stained cheeks at peace for once
Arguments throughout her house at an end
Follow me…follow me… her dream voice says to her
Follow me to mystical place
Overpowered with the enchanting dreams of children
Notice on your left the crystal blue waterfall sucking you in with its beauty
And on the right the Candy Mountain is warming you with its sweet scent
A few steps forward and you'll reach an ocean filled with sunken treasures
And just a few paddles away there is an island pouncing with puppies and kittens
How can this land be so exquisite, so flawless, so perfect?
Wi
Cemetery Chrysanthemums by litlcheckeddie, literature
Literature
Cemetery Chrysanthemums
Laying in bed on the terrible September day
Hearing the news, all I could do was pray
A few hours later and I received the doctors' reply
Everyone surrounding me started to cry
Its true… the world stopped rotating in its regular cosmic orbit
On that day you left and not anyone could control it.
Three days later, America was attacked
But It didn't matter… we only wanted you back
Viewings to funerals, gatherings and receptions
All who attended were full of devastation
Wondering why, why the world is so black;
What would the world be like if you were back?
Wondering where you are now;
A lifeless corpse or a face up in the clouds?
Xx Filed of Wildflowers xX by litlcheckeddie, literature
Literature
Xx Filed of Wildflowers xX
Field of wildflowers
Brushing against are legs
As we run into the unkempt forest
With only moonlight as are guide
We venture into an unknown land
Full of quixotic fantasies and uncertainty
I reach out to your hand
Touch your fingertips but fumble them
Unable to grasp you and pull you close
Drifting onward we are lost in conversation
Continuous smiles and giggles filling the air
Until the feeling is all too powerful
A strong magnetism between us
Pushing us away from each other
As if we weren't meant to be touching one another
Ignoring the brilliance of togetherness
We float away in contrary directions
Leaving this forest behi
The kind of love I dream about…
Being awaken by tiny pebbles tapping against my bedroom window
Creeping down to invite the boy in
And waking up curled in his loving arms
Listening to him tell me how much of a cover hog I am
Spending hours sitting around talking to one another
About seemingly pointless events that take place
Laughing at him when he tells bad jokes
And smiling whenever I catch him staring at me
Watching movies up in his room
Lights out, bodies tangled with each other
Breathing on the same beats, in and out
Feeling him jump during the scary parts while he denies it and says it was a hiccup
Sneaking out of his hous
Listening as the leaves rustle in the darkened night
Crickets chirping at steady beats lulling for their mates
Listening to the gentle breeze that drifts around me
as it sweeps up the edges of my crumpled paper.
Feeling the wet grass surround my naked legs
My dew covered dress clenching to my skin
Feeling the cool rain drops fall down
onto the surface of my crumpled paper.
Tasting your scent still resting upon my burning lips
The salty tears dripping down upon my tongue
Tasting blood as I bite my lips
in order to forget my crumpled paper.
Looking up at a hazy fog covered moon
The crystal clear water, untouched and perfect
Looki
Fairytale Kind of Life by litlcheckeddie, literature
Literature
Fairytale Kind of Life
When Cinderella met her prince, it was destiny.
When Snow White sang the words "someday my prince will come", he did.
And Sleeping Beauty laid lifeless, just to be awoken to her new husband's soft kiss.
Its funny how love just comes to these fictional characters in the blink of an eye.
And we, thoughtless children, were raised to believe that it was all just that simple.
One day our prince would come, whisk us away into a perfect world and marry us where everyone and every animal rejoiced our togetherness.
If only.
By age 11 you're mindset changes.
New friends tell you that so and so likes you, so you ask them out and you are now toge
Oh what it would be like to be starry eyed
Carefree and loving life
And every twist or bump that comes up
Wouldn't phase you at all
Simplicity all day
Evening conversations of the latest trends
Saddle shoes and bobbed haircuts
And eventually dancing the night away
It's all almost fairytale like
With romance swarming around the moment
The crisp lover's breeze carries you
Into the arms of that perfect someone
At a time when romance was valued
As the only aspect of a relationship
Carriage rides and midnight strolls
And holding each other while gazing at the moon
With Sinatra singing through the record player sitting atop an op
The whistle is blown. Recess has officially begun. The 30 minutes of freedom from the long and treacherous 5th grade school day was finally here. A time to let loose, a time for hyperactive 9 year olds to create pure mayhem! The playground equipment was always bare. The only occupants were the stinky kids who peed their pants the first day of school and whose reputations since had never improved. They were and would always be the pee-pee pants kids. Joining them on the splinter producing wooden playground were the babyish kids the kids whose ideas of recess involved growling and barking like little woodland creatures while
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