Little Talks by Of Monsters & Men

Hey! Hey! Hey! I don’t like walking around this old and empty house. So hold my hand, I’ll walk with you my dear The stairs creak as I sleep, it’s keeping me awake It’s the house telling you to close your eyes Some days I can’t even dress myself. It’s killing me to see you this way. ‘Cause though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore. Hey! Hey! Hey! There’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back Well tell her that I miss our little talks. Soon it will all be … Continue reading Little Talks by Of Monsters & Men

Son the Father

I spent a considerable amount of time with my father recently. It’s something I’ve always wanted, but never really had. It wasn’t that he had no time for me. He did. But I didn’t. It wasn’t physical time that we lacked; it wasn’t even need. I think it was courage. We are both cowards; from a long line of cowards. Emotional cowards. He’s brave in many ways, in ways I cannot comprehend. He does things I could never do, I think. But he can’t talk to me. And I can’t talk to him. I’ve suspected this for a long time, … Continue reading Son the Father

Love the Way You Lie

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that’s alright because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear my cry
Well that’s alright because I love the way you lie
Love the way you lie

I can’t tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there’s a steel knife in my windpipe
I can’t breathe but I still fight all I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it’s like I’m in flight Continue reading “Love the Way You Lie”

Dancing

Time is gonna take my mind and carry it far away where I can fly The depth of life will dim my temptation to live for you If I were to be alone silence would rock my tears ’cause it’s all about love and I know better How life is a waving feather So I put my arms around you around you And I know that I’ll be leaving soon My eyes are on you they’re on you And you see that I can’t stop shaking No, I won’t step back but I’ll look down to hide from your eyes … Continue reading Dancing

Loves

So. Tagged again by DD. This time it’s love; something I’ve been told lately that I know very little about. And to avoid the usual barrage of “how come I’m not mentioned” and “who’s that one about” that these things usually spark, I’ll avoid the whole whole thing and treat you to some of my favourite quotations on love, by people who can write way better than me. Though it be broken– broken again — still it is there: the moon on the water. — Choshu “True love is boring,” Roland repeated. “As boring as any other strong and addictive … Continue reading Loves

Red Light

Red’s always been my favourite colour. As a kid, and a teenager, it was constantly my choice. But never before has it had this effect on my emotions, on my state of mind. In recent months my senses have become so totally attuned to that blip of brightness, that I watch for it, wait for it, even hallucinate it sometimes. It draws my eye, like a luminescent ruby, no matter what I’m concentrating on — a book, the screen, driving. The glow of a cigarette end makes me double take, my heart skipping, only to look away in disappointment. I … Continue reading Red Light

Before it’s Too Late

I wonder where she is, and if her heart is safe. I think of her eyes and the way that they take my breath away. I miss her with an ache that never leaves me. My heart throbs with hope that floats me over the pain, and I wonder if she’ll be there to catch me when I fall. I wish so much that I could write really well, and tell her it’s not too late. Girl, if you’re reading this, it’s for you. I wonder through fiction to look for the truth Buried beneath all the lies And I … Continue reading Before it’s Too Late

Untitled Loss

I never knew that missing someone could bleed the colour from the sky. I couldn’t have imagined that without her, food wouldn’t taste as good. I’d never have thought I’d stand on the beach at Unawatuna and not want to go swimming. Without her. Not want to walk on the sand, because she wasn’t there. Her hand wasn’t in mine. How is it that I don’t notice that the sunset has changed two shades, from orange to something closer to the colour of her lips? How is it that I don’t feel the touch of the breeze unless it touches … Continue reading Untitled Loss

The Hunger

He walks down the beach in the dark. Shadows flash and creep from the quicksilver light of the fireworks over the Mt Lavinia Hotel. The sand is crowded and noisy. Children pointing at the coloured fire that shoots through the sky but doesn’t interest him. Couples stroll, intimately close, hands touching, lips brushing. The slant of a head, the flash of an exquisite smile tugs at his gaze, and he devours her with his eyes. She walks on. It isn’t her. He scans the faces, as he has time after time, looking for her, again and again. He has looked … Continue reading The Hunger

Learning Love

Love is a feeling to be learned It is tension and fulfillment It is a deep longing and hostility It is gladness and it is pain There is not one without the other. Happiness is only part of Love This is what has to be learned Suffering belongs to Love also This is the mystery of Love Its beauty and its burden Love is a feeling to be learned. –Walter Trobish Continue reading Learning Love