The Music of My Best Friend

The strum of your friendship
is the acoustic joy to my heart.
Your sense of humor, never flat,
can always make me laugh.
You're the soloist among the symphony,
surpassing all the rest.
The tune of your heart in harmony
with mine conducts a sweet melody.
Just like chords, our friendship is unchangable,
yet each moment we are togetherm produces
a new song for our album.
The playlist grows with each new beat of our hearts.
As long as the symphony of time carries on,
the music of my best friend will flow.

Beating Broken based on a painting by Rembrandt

She searches the waters for her reflection
Searching for the days that used to be care free.
When she was happy. Hopeful. Enthusiastic.
 The ripples contort her reflection,
but they still can’t hide the bruises.
She’s searching. Searching for answers.
Answers to why? Why whiskey is his oxygen?
Why he beats her? hates her? uses her?
They were happy. loving. living.
She holds onto the promises of tomorrow.
So she stares, deep into the waters.
Deep into her soul.

hunter is cool.

this is my second post dedicated to hunter. who looks like a hunter in his plaid shirt today. lookin' pretty fresh.

October 4, 2011

My very first creative writing blog! WOOOO! I am a fan of blogging. I prefer Tumlbr though -___- but we can't always get what we want...hehe...I think Tumblr might be school "illegal" anyway. Creative Writing has been so good so far! I've been able to create my college personal statement without even realizing it! :) Hooray! I'm looking forward to all the great pieces we'll be producing. My favorite quote of the period from Nick to Hunter: "The sound of flab failed you." hahahaha!