Eh.

The road stretched out ahead of them. Weathered, cracked, well traveled and experienced, it stretched for miles in either direction, with not a soul in sight. Along it's edges, fields of golden wheat stood in place. Blowing in the wind, their stalks defiant in their stance, but too cowardly to hitch a ride on the wind like it's friend the Dandelion, (who coincidentally left in order to avoid the ridicule he sustained at the hands of peers over his name). The sun swam by lazily allowing the waves of clouds to wash over it's head, submerge, surface, submerge, surface, peaking out to take breaths of air, and back down it went.

"What do you suppose that sun does when it's behind them clouds, Frank?"
"I'm not too sure. Probably has someone bigger to report to, ya know? Maybe when them clouds cover it up like that, sun's tell the rest of world how we live, what we're like."
"You really think so?"
"Nah, I can't say for sure, who can. Try and keep up will you?"
"Sorry."

--------to be continued maybe?

The Odd Couple

"If you don't stop staring at me like that, I'm going to leave." She said
"Staring at you like what? I'm not looking any sort of way." He said

He was of course lying, for he'd been gazing at her (unknowingly) for the better part of ten minutes, trying to figure it out. What made her to attractive to him? Was it her lips? Couldn't be, they were so thin, she had once mentioned she was jealous of the turtles at the lake for even their lips were more voluptuous than her own. Maybe it was her eyes, those two wide slices of lemons, spaced too close to one another, always dripping with lemon juice. No, he knew for a fact that was not it, because he hated how they streamed. It had to be her nose then, the way it sloped perfectly down her face, upturned a slightly at it's end, a ski ramp for those little drops of citrus to brave enough to explore new territory.
No, it was none of these things, her appearance was neither enamoring, nor repulsive, they just existed. Her features didn't beckon, they did not beg and plead to be recognized. They sat comfortably on her round face, dormant, indifferent to their surroundings, and he loved her for that. There were not any features for him to dote on, for him to kiss, but it was all there, whatever "it" might be. How many other men had been plucked from orbits to trapt in hers? Leaving behind they're beautiful, respectable, blossoming planets, to take out litter from a small box, never once questioning what had made them change their trajectory and align themselves with those lemon drop eyes. He didn't know, and never cared to know.

"You want to go to a movie?" he said
"No." she replied
"We could go get coffee."
"We have coffee in the cupboard."
"The t.v. said it's supposed to be beautiful outside, we could go for a walk."
"They say that every day, it's too cold."
"Well, shit, I'm out of ideas then..."
"Why don't you go get your coffee, walk to a theater, and see a movie?"

How he loved her. He grabbed his coat off the back of the couch, kissed the top of her hair, and headed out the door:

"I'll see you in a few hours, alright?"
Silence.

He opened the door, allowing the innards of the city to come spilling into their home.Rustling leaves, dog leashes jingling, indecipherable chatter, all pooling around his feet, allowing his shoes to lap it all.

"Hey!" she called as he was halfway out the door."Stay away from any chocolate while you're out, you know how it upsets your stomach."

She gave a faint smile and he was out the door.

That blank canvas is just mocking me

I've had writers block for I don't know how long now, it's making me severely question whether or not I have any musical talents. I feel like I could write anything else but lyrics write now, but the itch is still there to create something. I get a couple lines of something I really like, but then that's it, ideas flash and all I get is brief glimpse of them and then they're gone again, and all I'm left with is a picture of something scurrying across the lens. I want to do music so badly, I feel I have potential to excel in some sort of creative medium, but I don't know how to unlock it. The desire is there, I just don't know how to access it, which makes it even more frustrating, I'm too left brained. My brain's retarded. I used to be fairly prolific when it came to song writing, there was a span of a couple months where I was just churning them out, I wonder if it has to do with the fact I've just had so much free time not having a job, that I've got nothing to be inspired from. Every day's the same pretty much and I don't know what to do to fill that gap. I mean I've still got a pretty decent amount of music, but no lyrics.

-
Who taught you to keep your eyes to the ground
When you're getting talked down to?
Don't you miss having thoughts of your own?
Don't you miss being happy all alone?
-
You said "Just take my hand, we could travel the world,
Leave it all behind and see what's in store."
But you know, it's not me, you're thinking of
And soon you'll see
You say what you want me to say
But those words aren't mine
-
You wanna know where our love has gone
I can't promise you I'll speak the truth
These spaces get so tight
That I feel I can't go on
Ain't nothin you gonna say, girl, to make me right.
-
You call me up on the telephone
To let me know how you're doing on your own
I thought you could tell by the straining in my voice
That it was a call I would've never cared to have known.
You say you're tired of your words on deaf ears
Tell me why you feel the need to keep me here.
You say you're tired of these unrequited loves
So now you're looking for your answers from above

Oh you got me tired
Got me tired of wasting my time

Now I'm telling my secrets to county store patrons
Looking for some sort of outside perspective or explanation
But all I receive from them are broken stares
Got to keep moving, rushing, pushing,
Can't spare the time

Oh you know I'm tired
Tired of wasting my time.
-
I left my baby in the doorway
Waving good-bye with tears in her eyes

Now don't tell me that you love me,
Don't tell me that you care

'Cause she had them wondering eyes,
And a cold cold heart,
One thing I can tell ya
She sure played the part

Now don't you tell me that you love me
Don't tell me that you care.
-
See, these are all just so sparse, and none of them are very good, I like the music that goes along with them though, but my brain just stops thinking about what comes afterward.