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
A Gradual Graduation Parked in front of the stairs leading onstage, what I was about to do had a certain air of rightness about it, just as it had when I'd accepted my diploma.A Gradual Graduation by Suki-chan36
The room was overtaken by the hum of the overhead fluorescent lights as I began the arduous process of getting up. I was weaker this time, and the audience could tell.
I grasped my cane firmly in my right hand and planted it on the Astroturf. My left hand wrapped around the arm of my wheelchair. Slowly, by inches, I stood up, having to pause while still in a hunched position as a wave of weakness tried to yank me back down, making my head swim. My knees buckled slightly, and my cane wobbled from having to support the dead weight I had mostly become. Eyes squeezed tightly shut, I breathed, waiting for the dizziness to subside and for my legs to regain their strength. After a few breaths, my cane stopped wobbling, and I gingerly lifted my head and straightened my spine.
Then came the stairs.
The click of my cane preceded
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.