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PROMPT 086 - As soon as winter leaves
"As soon as winter leaves," Zabryna whispered. "There'll be flowers growing everywhere and fresh grass on the ground. The trees will blossom greenery upon the barest of their limbs and the birds, so thankful for this jungle, will be helpless to sing anything but hymns."
She wasn't talking to anyone, just reciting poetry, as she was wont to do, but in the crowded houses and rooms of her time it was almost guaranteed someone would overhear.
For once in her life though she was hoping no one would hear her, hear this summer-y poem from long ago when the skies were blue, instead of swirled grays and the snow actually melted to reveal new seasons.
She knew what they’d do if they heard. How they’d sneer, saying that if the poet had loved summer all that much maybe she should have saved it, they’d talk about her poet killing animals, using oil and machinery with no thoughts to the damage, to the future. Paying no attention to the forgotten imagery of time immemorial, they’d tear it down, covering it with the oily darkness of assumed facts erasing the beautiful memories of the Summers they were born too late to see; the same way their ancestors had destroyed the real ones.
PROMPT 090 - Theoretically, it should have gone perfectly
Everything was set.
The place was ideal and every piece was finely tuned.
The people were highly trained and well rehearsed with every wrong thing supposedly thought of and fixed.
Theoretically, it should have gone perfectly which, of course, meant it was doomed from the start.
Prompt 096 - I have an unnatural love for...
I have an unnatural love for the sad and the broken, the strange and the hidden.
For the boy with haunted eyes and shoulders sloped in such a way you can almost see the broken wings.
For the girl who flinches at every loud noise and sudden move then looks at you with large doe eyes as though expecting hate in return for her fear.
For the old homeless man shivering on a street corner who peers up at you, tears rolling down his face and a look in his eyes as though he's seeing God, just because you gave him a warm sandwich.
For the guy working the night shift at Perkins, the one who wears high collars and turtlenecks to try and hide the two circular scars on his neck, who has sharp eyeteeth, pale skin and glinting eyes, leaving you thinking of Anne Rice and Bram Stoker hoping that maybe, just maybe the legends and myths that haunt your dreams have some truth to them.
For the two women with love in their eyes even though they stopped holding hands when we walked in or the two men kissing in an alley because they just couldn't resist and no one would think to look there.
For the three people who fell in love with each other completely and utterly, turning what most would call a love triangle into something different, stronger, better.
For all these things that I happen to catch out of the corner of my eye that most don't see, the sweet and sad and the things that capture your heart or your imagination.
For all the beauty in their pain, their joy, their love, their lives that's always there if you'd just think to look.
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Gosh, I love the autosave on LJ. It is definitely the best feature any site has come up with.
Not much been going on here (is there ever?). It's starting to get warm and the snow is melting though the weather guy says we probably going to get a couple of inches by the end of this week. I don't know how well I trust a forecast from that far away though, especially when he doesn't sound all that confident about tomorrow's forecast: "Um, we'll just say 'Partly cloudy' for Sunday".
I've gotten addicted to youtube lately, love that site. Searched for 'John Barrowman' yesterday and found tons of videos. I was rather surprised. For those of you who watch Doctor Who/Torchwood John Barrowman is Captian Jack Harkness, for those who don't:
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Him singing 'Anything You Can Do (I Can Do Better)' with Ruthie Henshall. Not the best, but it's fun and who doesn't want to see John nancing about the stage doing semi-shoddy ballet moves?
Click to viewThis is my favorite video of him singing, it just takes my breath away.
There's a bunch of videos on HereComesTheDrums2's account of John reading bedtime stories which are just unbearably cute.
John on 8 Out Of 10 Cats (this is in three parts):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSBe81FU-xs
Very funny in some parts.
Also funny, John on Never Mind the Buzzcocks (This is also in three parts):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ZRLbP4EAsQ
The multi-part videos are done in parts of 7-9 minutes long.