Be Alright

How can I instill a sense of beauty in you?
How can I?
Perhaps....
The way you move, everything flows to a certain sound.
Each inch of your skin has been gracefully made.
Your lips rest so sweetly on each other.
Your words have a melody.
They always do. No matter the tone, or the words, they always are a melody.
Even the way you carry yourself.
The caution. The awareness. It's wonderful.
At times it's scary.
At times, I'd wish you'd smile more. Show the gaps, the grin, but I understand.
You grace us with your smile. It's a present when it occurs.
I want you to understand.
You're beautiful.

Free Write: Why Yes, Yes I Did

I went to a Coldplay concert. I honestly never expected to go to a Coldplay concert. It's well, Coldplay. But I went. I went for my Pseudo-Boo. The trip was nice. The concert was good but stuff annoyed me, not just the music. Someone needs to remind Chris Martin to stop trying so hard. jeje However the concert did create a huge desire to go see more bands. I want another Jimmy Eat World concert >_< Along with other ones. I miss Unwritten Law and sorts. I will wait! I will be ready!

-ChesterYaYa

Simultaneous Release

It's all wrong.
Everything.
The colors. The light. The words.
Why is everything wrong?
Why can't I understand? The mouths make no sense. They just move!
My senses are failing me.
Can I trust them? Can I trust them all?
There's no hope here.
It's another lost cause.
But why! Why! Why!
I was fine.
I swear I was.
I am fine.
Stop looking at me.
Staring! Is! Not! A nice thing to do!
Why don't they mix? Two colors should mix!
Why is everything wrong.
It's all wrong.

Free Write: The Truth

See people say I'm smart. They're wrong. They obviously don't know me because if they did they would know that all I do is watch TV. TV shows on the web to be exact. And movies on Netflix. Given a free day, I'd probably just end up watching TV and more movies. It'd be just like any other day. No difference. That my dear readers, is not a smart mind. It's a lazy mind.

Los Conquistadores

If the thoughts pursue their targeted subject then I will fall in a blink.
It is inevitable.
After-all,
the swirls and constant ripples cause a dizzy effect long after they are over.
You could call it a dance, a ball of sorts that belongs in the brain.
Somewhere deep inside there are Tiny Thoughts dancing lindy hop.
Not prancing. There is no elegance.
They are happy thoughts that enjoy the music and the dance but, cause the audience to growl and groan.
They are happy unhappy thoughts.
Once they reach their targeted subject everything will cease to be creative and delightful.
Already, if you close your eyes for a fraction of a second too long you can see the life of all originality be drained.
These thoughts don't come for friends. There will be no assimilation.
They come to wreck havoc and conquer.
They are the conquistadors.
Every tiny breath they draw, gives them minutes of life that spawn into hours which eventually spawn into eternity.
They shouldn't live.
But they do.
The antidote hasn't been obtained for the subject. It hasn't been found.
The blinking is growing longer.
The breaths are shortening and growing longer at once.
The dancers are moving.
The thoughts are expanding.
Another conquistador has arrived.
Alas another causality.
It is needed.
The antidote!
It must be found!
It is too late.

Is there peace?