Ack, I have one of those annoying keyboards where the connections are fucked, where if you press @ you get " and vice versa, and if you press ~ you get |...gah.
I finally finished my Chino/Brandon story! Yay! And I wrote a poem last night that I'm quite pleased with; a friend challenged me to write a poem where the first word of each line rhymed rather than the last. Because I was all Linkin-Park-ed-out last night, it kinda came out as Mike Shinoda writing about Chester, but still :
The voice splitting the glowing darkness,
Screaming in my head.
The choice was never mine completely,
Dreaming against my will.
Caught by that golden energy,
This is beautiful torture.
Thought I could make him change;
Kiss him and he'd be mine.
Fear, and rage, and then he kissed me back.
I shiver at the memory even now.
Here on stage he bleeds his soul in words,
A river born of the lost child he is.
Change doesn't come easily to him, a fact
Belying his mercurial character.
Strange to think a few hours ago, he was
Crying in my arms like a weeping tangle of barbed wire.
These days I spend my time wishing I could
Hold him like that for always - without the tears.
I'd freeze time, if I knew how, but he'd be
Cold as if frozen in my embrace anyway.
I know, I said "kinda" Mike Shinoda...I doubt "mercurial" is in his vocabulary, but then, Fred Durst starts spouting Keats when he comes near me. And I've just 'met' Aaron from Staind. Bless. ~ggls~ And this girl here who is just amazing has no friends.....which might seem sad but really it's a good thing 'cause it means I can go and ask her if she's ok.
I'm having an odd day.
And...there are two people who I really wish were here right now, neither of whom I've actually met. One of them I want to hold tight, and the other I want to hold *me*. ~sigh~ I've never met him and yet I feel so safe in his arms. Oh well.