I posted this in the House MD Fanfiction spot, and it was quite well received, so I thought I'd post it here too. Any comments/criticisms are welcome.
I hope you like it!
A lonely man sits at home; long, gracious fingers teasing beautiful music out of a piano. The piano knows what no one else knows: his feelings which the piano lets loose every time he plays, yet failing to let anyone know about them; music without lyrics.
A lonely woman sits in a cafe, nursing a hot cup of coffee, as if she were looking deep into its soul and letting her feelings flow from her to the coffee; she could trust the coffee because it would never tell a single soul. The steam that came out of the cup was all it could say; not a single word.
Those two lonely souls were so stubborn you would think that one day they would just snap out of it and actually admit their feelings for each other. The piano and the coffee clearly couldn’t tell them, or push the other in the right direction. They had to get there themselves, and figure out a way to tell each other.
He has nothing to lose, except perhaps his dignity if he is rejected, not that he couldn’t cover that with a bit of sarcasm. She has nothing to lose, except perhaps her integrity if she is rejected, not that she couldn’t cover that with a bit of professionalism.
Neither had any real reason to not tell the other of their ever-growing feelings, except for the one thing that they shared greatly yet always at the wrong moments: their stubbornness. It pained everyone when neither would back down in argument about anything and they had no choice but to reach some sort of compromise to actually put an end to it. Eventually.
One day, he needed a ride home after a patient’s father had wrecked his motorbike when he had had enough of his behaviour towards him. Conveniently for him, it was the day she was going home earlier than usual so he knew that he could catch a ride with her. She agreed without hesitation and the journey to his apartment happened to be a pleasant one.
He invited her in for a cup of coffee, and although she initially declined, she took him up on his offer after his persistence. He really was stubborn.
She expected him to tell her to make the coffee, and so made her way over to the kitchen as soon as she entered his door. She didn’t expect him to stop her and tell her that he would make it himself though. He was quick to make it and within five minutes he handed over a hot, steaming cup of coffee to her. She took it gratefully and looked into her cup of coffee like she did the other day and something inside him stirred. An emotion he couldn’t even begin to describe.
She then looked over at the piano and then back up at him; he knew that the look in her eyes meant that she wanted him to play for her, and so he did. He played those graceful notes just like the other day, and something inside her stirred. An emotion she couldn’t even begin to describe.
That day the piano and the coffee had united and communicated the feelings of those two stubborn souls to each other, and it ignited the start of something new...
I hope you like it!
A lonely man sits at home; long, gracious fingers teasing beautiful music out of a piano. The piano knows what no one else knows: his feelings which the piano lets loose every time he plays, yet failing to let anyone know about them; music without lyrics.
A lonely woman sits in a cafe, nursing a hot cup of coffee, as if she were looking deep into its soul and letting her feelings flow from her to the coffee; she could trust the coffee because it would never tell a single soul. The steam that came out of the cup was all it could say; not a single word.
Those two lonely souls were so stubborn you would think that one day they would just snap out of it and actually admit their feelings for each other. The piano and the coffee clearly couldn’t tell them, or push the other in the right direction. They had to get there themselves, and figure out a way to tell each other.
He has nothing to lose, except perhaps his dignity if he is rejected, not that he couldn’t cover that with a bit of sarcasm. She has nothing to lose, except perhaps her integrity if she is rejected, not that she couldn’t cover that with a bit of professionalism.
Neither had any real reason to not tell the other of their ever-growing feelings, except for the one thing that they shared greatly yet always at the wrong moments: their stubbornness. It pained everyone when neither would back down in argument about anything and they had no choice but to reach some sort of compromise to actually put an end to it. Eventually.
One day, he needed a ride home after a patient’s father had wrecked his motorbike when he had had enough of his behaviour towards him. Conveniently for him, it was the day she was going home earlier than usual so he knew that he could catch a ride with her. She agreed without hesitation and the journey to his apartment happened to be a pleasant one.
He invited her in for a cup of coffee, and although she initially declined, she took him up on his offer after his persistence. He really was stubborn.
She expected him to tell her to make the coffee, and so made her way over to the kitchen as soon as she entered his door. She didn’t expect him to stop her and tell her that he would make it himself though. He was quick to make it and within five minutes he handed over a hot, steaming cup of coffee to her. She took it gratefully and looked into her cup of coffee like she did the other day and something inside him stirred. An emotion he couldn’t even begin to describe.
She then looked over at the piano and then back up at him; he knew that the look in her eyes meant that she wanted him to play for her, and so he did. He played those graceful notes just like the other day, and something inside her stirred. An emotion she couldn’t even begin to describe.
That day the piano and the coffee had united and communicated the feelings of those two stubborn souls to each other, and it ignited the start of something new...
I remember the day I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for you love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place you could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with more fire then you could ever imagine.
More passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the day I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for you love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place you could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with more fire then you could ever imagine.
More passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the day I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real basketball coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
Or I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to show themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
Or I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told by hidden scars
Unable to show themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The title comes from the description a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd love to hear what you like or hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The title comes from the description a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd love to hear what you like or hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
I chanced a glance at you
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
you were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with you walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my heart asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the love that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of love is rare
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
you were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with you walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my heart asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the love that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of love is rare