Three small pieces based off photographs. I feel this need lately to make pictures into stories. I don't know why.
The joy of sunshine sinks deep into my skin. Walking with your hand in mine down the street is almost as grand as the umbrellas twirling in our hands. Acid wash jeans rubbing against the tulle of my skirt, what a couple we are. You’re humming a soft tune, and I’m wondering if the warmth and joy isn’t coming from your fingertips.
The truth is, your words made me unsure. They passed from mouth to mouth before landing abruptly in my lap. Walking around this town, I felt the eyes on my back and the trigger under their fingers. However, you didn’t realize I would walk tall, and proud. I want to apologize that your cry for help fell upon deaf ear for so long. Maybe someday, somewhere we can talk about it.
This is the worst piece; I can't fix it. Something is off, but I can't seem to place it. Arrgh.
I heard your laugh yesterday at the corner store. My knees went weak as I turned in a hurry, and looking all around, I could not find you. Today I needed out, and I went for a walk. I was pretty sure you were jogging up ahead of me, and I ran as fast as I could to catch up. It seems pretty silly to think I could mistake you, but yet again I have. I’ll keep searching for you, boy. I look for you in everyone, and I hope someday you’ll return to my arms like in my dreams.
September 24, 2009
September 14, 2009
Catching You Up to Date.
These are my favorite pieces that I created this summer/spring.
Everything from here on out will be new, for the most part I think.
lying in bed, i look back on the day. when he asked me how it was going, i should have never said fine. i should have told him he lost the right to ask. thinking back to the look in his eyes, i know he didn't care if the world was swaying with every breathe i took. he was only pretending to keep an option open, because he knows i'm the only girl stupid enough to love him as raw as i did.
there's a pattern to knowing he's the one. your throat in comparable to the gobi, and lips stick together like they've never been separated. heat starts in your toes and works its way up to your cheeks, reddening them as if they're rouged up for a night on the town. you may not have known it, but there are tiny cocoons laying in wait for your eyes to meet. as they do, tiny butterflies begin to emerge, beating their wings to the beat of your increasing heartbeat. as he walks your way, your eyes burn his profile into every memory you can recall just in case he decides to turn around. he'll smile, and you know it will be all you think about through out the day. finally, you'll manage to murmur a hello and he'll interrupt it with a kiss that will make your spine tingle. when he takes your hand to turn away, you know this isn't a pattern like plaid, but a pattern you never want to fade.
I want to be healthy for someone. I'm sick of love being like a drug. You should never think you need someone, and they should always be there for you. I want to be someones' air, or maybe even their sun. I want someone to know that when there are clouds, that the sun will always be there when they pass. Perhaps if I had a sun, I wouldn't be fighting an eclipse all of the time.
Once I had a million dreams, and gave each and every one of them to you. Once upon a time, I also flew. However like the sounds of a locomotive escaping the dark, the sounds of your sorrow always knocked me out of the clouds. I want my dreams back, and maybe you'll just tell me that I'm crazy or seriously confused, but I've grown tired of the feelings that we knew. All those times I apologized to make you feel better, but now I've outgrown you like a pair of ugly shoes. I'd rather be alone relying on a paper boat in the rain, instead of you. I'll leave you with some great advice. Never do what you want to do, because you'll destroy yourself like sometimes cowards do. Find a sun to come up because it wants to shine for you, not because it knows your constant need of proof.
Words to cut my lips, I love you. If only I knew what I would say to you. You'd hear the mumbles of words, and ask me what I'm saying. I'd only know to say that I was just barely breathing.
Everything from here on out will be new, for the most part I think.
lying in bed, i look back on the day. when he asked me how it was going, i should have never said fine. i should have told him he lost the right to ask. thinking back to the look in his eyes, i know he didn't care if the world was swaying with every breathe i took. he was only pretending to keep an option open, because he knows i'm the only girl stupid enough to love him as raw as i did.
there's a pattern to knowing he's the one. your throat in comparable to the gobi, and lips stick together like they've never been separated. heat starts in your toes and works its way up to your cheeks, reddening them as if they're rouged up for a night on the town. you may not have known it, but there are tiny cocoons laying in wait for your eyes to meet. as they do, tiny butterflies begin to emerge, beating their wings to the beat of your increasing heartbeat. as he walks your way, your eyes burn his profile into every memory you can recall just in case he decides to turn around. he'll smile, and you know it will be all you think about through out the day. finally, you'll manage to murmur a hello and he'll interrupt it with a kiss that will make your spine tingle. when he takes your hand to turn away, you know this isn't a pattern like plaid, but a pattern you never want to fade.
I want to be healthy for someone. I'm sick of love being like a drug. You should never think you need someone, and they should always be there for you. I want to be someones' air, or maybe even their sun. I want someone to know that when there are clouds, that the sun will always be there when they pass. Perhaps if I had a sun, I wouldn't be fighting an eclipse all of the time.
Once I had a million dreams, and gave each and every one of them to you. Once upon a time, I also flew. However like the sounds of a locomotive escaping the dark, the sounds of your sorrow always knocked me out of the clouds. I want my dreams back, and maybe you'll just tell me that I'm crazy or seriously confused, but I've grown tired of the feelings that we knew. All those times I apologized to make you feel better, but now I've outgrown you like a pair of ugly shoes. I'd rather be alone relying on a paper boat in the rain, instead of you. I'll leave you with some great advice. Never do what you want to do, because you'll destroy yourself like sometimes cowards do. Find a sun to come up because it wants to shine for you, not because it knows your constant need of proof.
Words to cut my lips, I love you. If only I knew what I would say to you. You'd hear the mumbles of words, and ask me what I'm saying. I'd only know to say that I was just barely breathing.
September 13, 2009
Introductions Are In The Past.
My name is Tiffany.
I'm twenty two years old.
I live in the glove.
I live, I laugh, I love, and most importantly I write.
This blog is creativity. I will post my writing, mostly.
I'm trying to start back up again, and updating something will help a great deal. I'll also post photography, and life updates as I see fit.
While I doubt anybody will start following me, if you think this sounds like a swell idea... Please, critique any and all things you think need it. It's how you grow.
I'm twenty two years old.
I live in the glove.
I live, I laugh, I love, and most importantly I write.
This blog is creativity. I will post my writing, mostly.
I'm trying to start back up again, and updating something will help a great deal. I'll also post photography, and life updates as I see fit.
While I doubt anybody will start following me, if you think this sounds like a swell idea... Please, critique any and all things you think need it. It's how you grow.
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