After spending hours of time looking for the perfect font for my new logo, browsing through themes (there are so many!!) and taking ideas from some of the amazing blogs I follow, I’ve tweaked up September heart-to-hearts with new layout and added some features like contact widget etc.
Feel free to look around and please don’t hesitate in suggesting changes, your input is welcome, after all I’m still a noobie in the world of blogging and I believe in the phrase “there’s always a room for improvement”
A black wind took morning twilight’s deep blue sky away from sight and laid another darkness over day that night. The clouds above moved closer, looking so dissatisfied, I listened to the tone and the violent rhythm, like there was something empty within them. Minutes to dawn turned minutes to midnight.
The clouds like waves broke above my head as I stared into this illusion for answers yet to come. I saw brilliance when the world was asleep, headfirst hallucination: The sunlight burning in the skies and chasing out the darkness inside, you and your rockstars banging altogether, drums drumming, guitars riffing and you singing: “Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it isn’t there”
Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops
The prose, exactly 144 words long, is a tribute to my favorite singer: Chester Bennington (Lead vocalist of the band: Linkin Park). 3 years ago on 20th July he passed away. I wished as a kid to see his concert live one day, I’m such a big fan I’ve watched almost every interview he has ever done and I know that he loved waking up early before dawn, so today on his death anniversary I woke up at 4am and wrote this piece. For writing this prose I’ve put together lyrics from some of my favorite Linkin Park songs. I’ll be soon uploading the complete prose, it is much longer with more lyrics.
Here is the Extended Version:
A black wind took morning twilight’s deep blue sky away from sight and laid another darkness over day that night. The clouds above moved closer, looking so dissatisfied, I listened to the tone and the violent rhythm, like there was something empty within them. Minutes to dawn turned minutes to midnight.
Why does it feel like night today, something in here is not right today. I shiver and shake the warm air cold, how quiet it is all alone: Waking up before dawn, trying to figure out what it’s like moving on.
You were that foundation, never gonna be another one, no! I’m holding on to what I haven’t got, it’s hard to let you go.
Every step I take is another mistake, I’m my own worst enemy. I wanna be in another place, I wanna be in the energy and not with the enemy and change this life to something new.
I’ve become so numb, my mind has lost direction, it’s like a whirlwind inside of my head, it’s out of my control. I thought it felt right but the right was wrong, all caught up in the eye of the storm, trying to figure out what it’s like moving on.
The clouds like waves broke above my head as I stared into this illusion for answers yet to come. I saw brilliance when the world was asleep, headfirst hallucination: The sunlight burning in the skies and chasing out the darkness inside, you and your rockstars banging altogether, drums drumming, guitars riffing and you singing: “Just because you can’t see it, doesn’t mean it isn’t there”
Moan like an autumn wind highin the lonesome treetops
Lyrics of following LP songs are used in the prose:
Waiting For The End Lost In The Echo In The End Numb Valentine’s Day Blackbirds One More Light Burning In The Skies A Place For My Head Heavy Nobody Can Save Me
Also linked to dverse where Lillian is hosting Prosery Monday. Prompt: Write a piece of prose (flash fiction, memoir, nonfiction) that is 144 words or less and includes, word-for-word,the following line: “Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops”
At peace with dark
I play solitude solitaire
Till Sun appears in horizon
The Sun is in her eyes and
She has kept me waiting too long
When I watch her come
her blue eyes
viciously bright
deep blue day
I run away
linked to Quadrille 107 – Blue Mondayat Dverse. Where Kim is hosting. Prompt: Write a poem of exactly 44 words, including the word blue.
jay
14/07/2020
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a bundle of empty pages
waiting on my desk
papers white, lines black
the logo printed
in the bottom left corner
of each page
'apple project paper'
written all in capital
beneath a printed grey apple
I turn on the fan
as I enter my room
I see the papers waver
under paperweight
The apple logos swaying in rhythm
almost as if to say
'Hey man, we've been waiting for months
When are you going to start that
minor project report'
I sit down on my chair
pull the first APPLE PROJECT PAPER
from under the paper weight
and start to write
'Maybe Tomorrow
a bundle of empty pages..'
September heart-to-hearts 