cumou (cumou) wrote,
@ 2008-06-29 10:22:00

is it really sunday?
here's some old poetry/songs/a short story that i felt like posting. tell me what you think !

so let's start of with some poetry...

3x5
by Patrick Hicks

The lights.
The lack there of.
Flash.
The shutter snaps.
The portrait is stolen.
Forever.

Darkroom symphonies blare through the curtain
as memories and landscapes come from hiding.

Once more,
the day is cold.
I put in a new roll.
The film catches.
I take in the scenery for what it is and what it isn’t.
I take it all in.

This joy of mine,
of stealing life and nature,
it’s paid off when others see it.
Analyze it.
On 3x5 photographs.

Hometown Rundown
By Patrick Hicks

Without warning
the streets call back to me in a bittersweet tone.
It's obvious, but somehow unwanted.
I close my eyes and ears
in a hope to remember those long summer nights
spent here with friends.

I.N.U.T.T.B.T.F.
By Patrick Hicks

4 a.m. silence.
An urban jungle falls dead
to sounds of laughter

That Night
By Patrick Hicks

Perhaps you smile to remember the secret.
The one you have hiding from the world in that teenage head of yours.
And while grinning,
you recall all the people who were there:
Your sister.
Your best friend.
That kid that no one really liked at the time, but was there anyway.
Your smile turns to a chuckle,
because you can still see the look on your sister's face when you fell down.

Again.

The Front Door War
By Patrick Hicks

As I turn the knob located on my front door,
I look out the pane of glass that, at this moment, lets no light in.
The knob resists my passage
and reluctantly turns while screaming.
Suddenly the bronze knob turns dead silent –
a sign of victory.

The door triples its weight
While I pull with greater force than ever before.
Hinges squeal in agony
as the faint, but now existing, first rays of sunlight arise.

Then, as if it was a last resort,
the door flies open.
Cold air fills my lungs,
Its smell permeates through me.
It chokes me.
All the while dawn has taken notice upon me.
My porch is set ablaze with said light.
It was as if the day was beckoning me to come.
I accept, extending my right foot through the doorway.
The sun smiles, shinning as brilliant as ever.
Foot touches stone.
Weight is transferred.
One hand on the doorknob,
the other on victory.

The silence of morning is now broken
By trees coming alive with the sounds of birds chirping.
I’m through the doorway.
Warmth overtakes cold.
With might unmatched by anyone
I close the door with a sound that echoes through the morn.

And I go on my way.

Something about Mondays
By Patrick Hicks

Monday sunrises must be the most over looked events.
They're beautiful, as is every other, but something about Mondays.
Something about Mondays...

Something about Mondays bring out the worst in us.
Something that's disturbing, and depleting of trust.
We turn primitive and hateful
and unwelcome in the day-to-day.

But there are people out there,
true, honest people,
who do watch the sun raise every Monday morning.
People who are the first to say "Hello."
People who always put a quarter in the jukebox.
I'm so very thankful for those people,
especially here, as I watch the Monday morning sunrise.
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Alright then, on to songs...

Molly Wasn't For Me

I'm so happy because today's my first day
away from all the strange.
Nothing's quite the same.
Nothing's quite like To-day,
because today's my first day.

Hello friend, what's your name?
And what's your sign?
You'll show me yours
if I show you mine.

And I'm so happy because now I'm away from that life,
all that pain, and all that strife.
Getting closer to that light.

Please don't hurt,
I feel like a passing cloud.
Away from all others.
Yeah, I'm just another one in the crowd.

I'm so lonely because today's the worst day
away from all the sane.
I'm not quite the same.
No, I'm not quite the same
To-day.

Look here, pen pal.
Read my thoughts.
Read my troubles.
Be my haven when I am down.
Give me the diction,
Oh, give me the key,
find truth in these words I give you
In the greater good of me.

Hello, Molly.
Pleased to see you're doing well.
Believe the lies I tell.
Love me and love me well.
I find sanction in your sheets,
between you and me.
Yeah, yeah, Molly
I know that you try.
Wipe that tear from your eye.
You life's much better without I.
See you, Beautiful.
Bye-bye-bye.

I'm so happy because today's my last day
No more love, only hate.
Please don't instigate,
it only widens the hole I've made
of myself.

Level One

I've been here for ten years
sitting at home cursing my fears.
I think it's time I realized
it's time to leave, to say good-bye.

It's been months since I've heard your voice.
I'd be with you if I had a choice.

It's no longer wrong.
You're no longer wrong.

It's been so long
since I've heard our song.
Feel like I'm alone
without you.

We don't talk as much as i'd like.
You're too busy, but that's alright.
I'll sit here and wait for you
It's the only thing left to do.

Days turn into weeks
and still we've yet to speak.
I feel like a ship taking on water.
Day by day we seem so much farther.

It's no longer wrong.
You're no longer wrong.

It's been so long
since I've heard our song.
Feel like I'm alone
Nothings been the same
and I'm the one to blame.
Honey, I'm a shame
without you.

Without a doubt, I miss you.
Longing every night just to kiss you.
Seems kinda funny, seems kinda sad,
The days with you are the best I've had.

And I know this song won't help
all the things I've done.
And I know you've gone through hell
just to be my number one and only.
But now you're gone
and the tides have changed.
All I know
has been rearranged.

It's no longer wrong.
You're no longer wrong.
You're no longer wrong to me.
We're no longer wrong to me.

Sayanora

G          Em
There I go again,
                           C
I've crossed the line once more.
             D7
Said to much again,
                          G
and she's running out the door.
             Em
If I had the chance,
                      C
the chance to take it back,
                    D7
I wouldn't change a thing.

I know that that's

G
A fact of pure opinion.
   Em
No lack of indecision.
C
A fact formed in this kitchen
        D7
in this very chair I sit in
G
Now that I think of it
    Em
she did have it coming.
C
What's a good relationship
D7
without some tough loving?

G
No, no, no.
Em
That's not fair.
C
I threw away her feelings
D7
without a bit of care.
    G
But please note this,
   Em
if nothing else you do,
   C
My love for her was brilliant.
   D7
My feelings, they were true.

G Em C D7
Oh,oh,oh,oh.
C            G
Sayanora, baby.

For Daniel
By Patrick Hicks

All the boys and girls, with their heads in the clouds,
have all gone to the south, where the heat is right now.
But fear not, silly boy, for they'll be back quite soon,
when springtime is here, and the flowers will bloom.
So sit back, relax, and let it all soak in.
Think of what is, what could be, and never should have been.

For right now the leaves have changed to the bloodiest of red
and the thoughts of a cold winter are lingering in my head.
The air is filled with the scent of dry wood burning.
The heart of every child is in the state of yearning
for the skies to bring snow, and the Clause's to bring gifts,
for the taste of mom's home cookin', and to believe in all those myths
of a fictional man with a workforce of slaves
who build whatever you please and shall never be paid.

Oh bitter, cold winter, though you seemed so right for me,
I can only think of spring time and the sight of greenery.
The cold is too clenching, the air is too thin,
and I want the warmth of summer back here again.
So sit back, relax, and let it all soak in.
Think of what is, what could be, and never should have been.

It is spring time now and I feel I've lost a friend,
for what I saw in you before has faced a sudden end.
True, the flowers return, the birds are back, and all seems well,
but they're all hard to notice when I'm hiding in my shell.
So shut the windows and barricade these doors,
lock the door behind you and hide beneath the floor.
Those damn days of summer have sadly come a'knockin'
and I'm afraid to show my face to something so damn astonishin'.
All the boys and girls, with their heads in the clouds,
have all gone to the south, where the heat is right now.
But fear not, silly boy, for they'll be back quite soon,
when springtime is here, and the flowers will bloom.
So sit back, relax, and let it all soak in.
Think of what is, what could be, and never should have been.

My First Day
By Patrick Hicks

I'm so happy because today's my first day
away from all the strange.
Nothing's quite the same.
Nothing's quite like To-day,
because today's my first day.

Hello friend, what's your name?
And what's your sign?
You'll show me yours
if I show you mine.

And I'm so happy because now I'm away from that life,
all that pain, and all that strife.
Getting closer to that light.

Please don't hurt,
I feel like a passing cloud.
Away from all others.
Yeah, I'm just another one in the crowd.

I'm so lonely because today's the worst day
away from all the sane.
I'm not quite the same.
No, I'm not quite the same
To-day.

Look here, pen pal.
Read my thoughts.
Read my troubles.
Be my haven when I am down.
Give me the diction,
Oh, give me the key,
find truth in these words I give you
In the greater good of me.

Hello, Molly.
Pleased to see you're doing well.
Believe the lies I tell.
Love me and love me well.
I find sanction in your sheets,
between you and me.
Yeah, yeah, Molly
I know that you try.
Wipe that tear from your eye.
You life's much better without I.
See you, Beautiful.
Bye-bye-bye.

I'm so happy because today's my last day
No more love, only hate.
Please don't instigate,
it only widens the whole I've made
of myself.

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And now a short story i wrote. enjoy...

North Carolina
By Patrick Hicks

    On a clear day in September it’s easy to find yourself lost in a sea of boredom. That’s how it always was for me. Everyday seemed the same: no one around and nothing to do. I suppose living in North Carolina comes with an acquired taste, for I certainly couldn’t put up with it. Though now I look back at those pivotal years I spent there and seem to not be so bitter about it as I once was. Like I said: living in North Carolina comes with an acquired taste.
    One particular day sticks out in my mind as one of the most influential days of my life. I remember it distinctly because it was on one of those long, loathsome days of September. I was bored around my house, so I decided to go find something to do out in the country. I loved the country when I was in high school. I really did. I found myself eventually pulling in to a diner I’d never seen or heard of before. I was hungry and intrigued, so I parked my truck and went inside.
    As I pulled open the front door of the diner, I was immediately hit with the warm and alluring atmosphere that only exists in such hidden diners. The scent of baked pies and hot coffee, both freshly made, was dancing about inside the main room as I looked for a desirable seat. There was an old couple in a booth eating their breakfast. I sat myself at the bar, directly across from the couple, which now seemed to be having some conversation. While waiting for a waitress, I overheard what they were so hotly talking about. They seemed to be on the poorer side of the spectrum, the man was dressed in an old gray suit with a matching pancake hat about as old as he was, and his wife wore a long pale blue dress with a few stains here and there. The man was arguing with his wife about her smoking habits. She obviously had heard it all before and chose to throw regard into the wind with the light of a musty cigarette. Silence settled in, and I ordered my food while I fixed myself a cup of coffee. Just when my food arrived, they started back up again.
    The woman, her lips pressed against her cigarette, stared at her husband. She was old, but she was all there, that’s for sure. I turned around for a quick look, and she beamed a charming smirk at me so hard that I was forced to turn back around just as quick. After a few moments and long sigh she said, “I’ll die when I’m good and ready to die. If the Lord wants me, he can take me.” The old man chuckled, obviously amused at her stubbornness. He seemed like an honest, sweet man, he really did. Taking a sip of his black, black coffee, her rebutted, “That day might come sooner than you think, Eisley.” Feeling somewhat triumphant, the man slowly sat up from his seat, helped his wife to her feet, and came up to pay the bill. Eisley walked out to the car and he stood at the counter right beside me. He saw me. I mean he really saw me.
    “She never has tried to quit, you know?” The old man said as-a-matter-of-factly. He knew I had overheard them arguing. I didn’t dare say anything at that moment. He continued to study me, looking me up and down. He was a sharp man, even sharper than his wife. I later found out his name was Jim. Jim Scerth.
    He opened his mouth, ready to talk, but paused for a minute. He looked for his words with his eyes, jumping from one direction to the other. “Don’t stay here your whole life, boy. Honestly. There’s so much more out there that God has waiting for us. Get out there and live. I wish I had, kid.” The waitress gave him his change and he smiled back. Jim thanked her, and with a tip of his hat, turned to leave. On his way out, I yelled goodbye. I don’t think he heard me.
    That night, I flipped through the channels on my T.V. looking for something to watch. I stopped when I saw a picture of Jim on the news. That day, on their way home from breakfast, Jim and his wife Eisley were involved in a car wreck. Jim died. All his wife could say was, “I’ll never smoke again.”
    After that night my eyes were opened. I got out of North Carolina and traveled out west and saw the world. Saw what else it really had to offer. I don’t want to say Jim was right about seeing the world, because I just don’t think I’d be giving him enough credit. When you least expect it, a stranger can bring about the change you so badly, and sometimes unexpectedly, need in your life. All you have to do is act on it. I never knew why I didn’t like living in North Carolina. Jim told me why.

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So there you have it. that's not all i've done, just what's on my computer at the moment. so maybe i'll keep adding more, who knows.

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	itsmeganfaggot 2008-06-30 06:19 pm UTC (link)
	you know i love everything you write. you're so, so amazingly talented. even if you think you're not. you are. just listen to what everyone tells you about your writing. it's amazing. i love you so much baby. ♥ (Reply to this)