What I Call Life

Another Listen & Write. Just one story this time.

Song: What Would You Do - City High


"Hey babe," someone called me. I turned my head to see a middle aged man trying too hard to look cool in his old Volkswagen.

"Hey," I greeted him back. In my world, this is how bringing the bacon always starts.

"Get in?"

"You paying?"

"Hell yeah."

Matthew's, Martin's, and Morrison's

More Listen&Write exercise from me. This time I'm using www.jango.com for the songs. -Runi.

1. Crash Into Me - Dave Matthews Band

He made it so easy for me. A romantic picnic, a walk on the beach, candles, and music. Yes, the right kind of music. Time-stealing glances, the look-away, and the giggles. Soft touches, sweet kisses, and beautiful words. He made it so easy for me.

It was so easy, but I wasn't ready. But there was no way I could say no. I closed my eyes and let him get close to hold me tight.

"We can always do this another time, you know?" he said, and my eyes fluttered awake. "I wasn't kidding when I said I wasn't going anywhere."

Mimpi

Semalam aku bermimpi, tentang kita berdua. Aku sudah tak ingat kapan terakhir kali aku melihatmu. Bahkan wajahmu sudah tak pernah lagi menari-nari di pelupuk mataku. Saat aku memejamkannya, aku hanya akan melihat warna-warni silih berganti, seperti slide dalam kaladeoskop yang kamu belikan dulu. Tapi, bukan berarti aku lupa.

Aku masih ingat warna kulitmu. Coklat gelap. Hampir tiga tingkat lebih gelap dibanding warna kulitku. Seperti kopi, hanya dengan sedikit susu. Lalu rambutmu. Hitam pekat. Lurus dan tak pernah mau diatur, hampir mirip denganmu. Rambutmu sering jatuh, menutupi dahimu yang tinggi. Matamu yang sama gelapnya, yang selalu membuatku tak tahu harus berlaku apa setiap kamu menatapku lama. Ah, dan tentu saja, senyummu. Senyum miringmu yang terlihat sinis. Betapa aku dulu sering berusaha mati-matian untuk segurat senyum itu. Tidak, aku tidak lupa sedikit pun tentangmu.

Sindrow's Listen & Write, part four

I put my iTunes on shuffle and wrote a story based on whatever song that came on. When the song stopped, I stopped writing. Didn't edit the story except for typos and grammar mistakes, so these might be crap to you. but hey, at least i try :)

1. Be My Honeypie – The Weepies

The way he dances makes me happy. It's like poetry, but the good kind. The kind that needs no pondering. The kind that makes no sense, but leaves you feeling everything.

And when he does his jumps I always forget that he'll always come back down.

Sindrow's Listen & Write, part three

Disclaimer from last time: I put my iTunes on shuffle and wrote a story based on whatever song that came on. When the song stopped, I stopped writing. Didn't edit the story except for typos and grammar mistakes, so these might be crap to you. but hey, at least i tried :)

1. Flowers – New Radicals

Soul searching. That's what they all said you were doing. But no. You know better. You now know who you are, and who you are not, is straight. There. You've said it. You said it to yourself, looking at your reflection in the mirror and it felt strange— but good. No more questioning, you said. This is it, and this is you.

This is you, you repeat. You're proud and there is nothing to be ashamed of.