Hi, and welcome to my blog-turned-place where I post my writing. This is my outlet to put them up, which was radically different from the blog that this started out as. I hope you'll have a good time reading my blog/place where I post some poetry and some short stories. I try to cover a variety of topics in these works of mine, so I hope any readers will enjoy it. I'm not an English major by any stretch, but I enjoy writing. Critique would be nice for my writing, cause lord knows I could work on it. Enjoy!

Monday, December 31, 2012

Can you hear the music?

The music, oh that glorious music, was playing.
It wasn’t playing to entertain, but rather,
                to touch the soul.

You see, some may listen to music and say “that’s great”.
On the other hand, I look at it and say “it gives me life”.
Music has a way of bringing out the best in our emotions.
It makes us think, makes us laugh, makes us reflect.
But most importantly, it touches us.
Touches the very base of our soul, the fiber in which we are molded out of.
It transcends art, and like a phoenix, arises.
Arises to become something more.
From the sweeping notes to the comforting melodies,
to the ascending arpeggios to the exquisite arias,
music sweeps you off your feet.

Like that beautiful couple passionately in love, dancing the night away, this is what music becomes.
It isn’t merely content on simply just playing.

It caresses you, with all the love it can possibly deliver.
It wraps its loving arms around you with tender, ardent warmth.

It touches you. Touches the soul.
                                It’s part of our existence.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

A walk through silence

He was walking. Walking along the path that solitude created.
Walking down that quiet hallway, his footsteps ringing.
However, only his ears heard the ringing.

There was nobody around, to compliment him on his hallowed journey.
Nobody was around to admire the scenery with him.
Nobody. Nobody at all. He was all alone.

It was surreal. He was the lone survivor of a building,
a building that was abandoned; it was like a dream, a dream gone horribly wrong.
But it wasn’t abandoned, contrary to what his mind told him.
It was like a survival movie-could he hold out?
Could he hold out in the reckless state of solitude and quarantine?
He hoped, he really hoped, that the next day would bring about contact,
       that precious human interaction,
that he so desperately craved. Like a starved man, he wanted, no, needed that company.

He would have to wait and hope
But for now,
He kept on walking. Tolling away in semi-despair.
Down on those eerily quiet paths.
Where people should roam.