Favourite genre of music: Assorted
Favourite style of art: Erm... Does drama count?
MP3 player of choice: Old iPods. The new ones freak me out with their thinness.
Favourite cartoon character: Kaori from Strawberry Panic
DescantI remember resigning myself to the inevitability of texting you, the feel of the song tugging my heart bittersweetly towards you.Descant by ~Suki-chan36
I remember our earliest days, feeling out a melody during our lunch hour, singing a song I barely knew but wanting to impress you.
I remember the way the bass line always shivered through my veins, smoothing the awkwardness out of my unseen movements.
I remember the way the song flowed between us as we lay on your bed – from lips to tongue to brain to soul.
I remember the way you lovingly slid my bra strap back onto my shoulder as we danced; retroactively realizing that that was the first warning of the no you would later give me.
I remember trembling and shaking in front of you, my song of sustenance shattered.
I remember needing you to tell me that I wasn’t wrong, or vile, or horrible.
I remember feeling that way anyways.
I remember our one good refrain.
Lost ArtifactsI wish we could reclaim that Sunday morning.Lost Artifacts by ~Suki-chan36
Lying in each other’s arms, there were no
Questions, no doubts, no thoughts at all, really.
You and I simply were together.
I remember the scent of scotch on your breath.
At first I thought it smelled like highlighters,
But after a while, that neon yellow tang
Gave way to something sweet and golden.
I remember the sound of your voice,
All cotton balls and morning gravel,
Blearily confirming that I was alright
With our closeness. I hummed a blissful “yes”.
Your fears brought that morning to an end –
But can such beauty stay buried forever?
Simple PleasuresAn expanse of clover-dusted grassSimple Pleasures by ~Suki-chan36
Yawns before me
And swells beneath me.
My perch upon this hill is perhaps not the comfiest,
But it is exactly what I need.
The mid-afternoon sun,
Tempered by the cool breeze,
Seeps into me,
Reducing and simplifying all that boils beneath my skin
To their purest components.
All that exists for me, now,
Is the sun,
The book I am reading,
And the phone balanced on my ribcage,
Which has just heralded another text from you.
I feel completely content
And contentedly complete
On this Sunday afternoon in the park.
A Song For My Lover - Part 1 of 2 Annie Kenyon stared out the window, watching the rain fall in undulating sheets onto the Berkeley campus. She was cloistered safely in her dorm room, perched on the edge of her long, narrow bed. Her feet swung gently to and fro, toes whispering across the carpet. Her charcoal gaze idly traced the rain, and she began humming a slow, lazy melody that followed each waving band. This was so like the day she had met Liza.A Song For My Lover - Part 1 of 2 by ~Suki-chan36
Just thinking the name made Annie snap out of her trance. She ceased her absentminded humming and flopped back on her bed, a soft sigh passing her lips. “It’s been so long since I’ve heard from you, Liza,” Annie murmured aloud, mentally projecting an image of her love onto the white stucco ceiling. “It’s funny, but what I want the most right now is to sing for you. I want to sing songs of love and hope and happiness to you, because I know that everything that happened with Ms. Stevenson and Ms. Widmer hit you really ha