A Dull Grey

Uncertain thoughts finally land on the sea floor,
Their final resting place,
Only a faint want remains,
To maybe one day resurface them.

These thoughts of love fall like shooting stars,
Burning in an atmosphere of introspection,
They land on the earth as ash,
To be left forgotten by the wayside.

The inspiration has died,
Only self remains,
The zipper has closed the mouth shut,
Indefinitely.

And the crimson has faded into a dull grey.

-Sir Jestro

Flim

The end of the year approaches at an alarming rate.
How much of my life has changed this year is appalling; Had two jobs, now only have one, was in a band, now trying to start one, had a girlfriend, now I'm alone and hating it, I fell in love and had my heart broken, now I'm an angry little man, I didn't have a plan for the next year, still don't.
I could sit here and bitch about how much I wish the friendship I had with Liz was still there, how I wished she would talk to me HALF as much as she did six months ago, how I wish I had a job that paid well or gave me hours, how I wish I had someone to confide in, but then I would just be bitching.
Instead, I will announce I feel at ease and am ready for October 13th, 2010. The part I feared most was accomplished last night; I finally made a speech I felt would be worthy for Carrios' and Bree's wedding, let's just hope I don't forget it until then. :)
I've still got ten months to find a date, but knowing me I'll probably end up going alone and just mingling with all the single ladies there, I've never liked doing that, like at Prom. It would have been nice to have a date.
Story of my life, Jestro, the Singular. But if I could find someone that could put up with my vast array of emotions, I'd be afraid of them.
There I go, bitching again.
I don't expect anyone but Carrios to read this, so to Carrios; I hope you're feeling well out there on the other side of the world, come back safe, much love.
And if by some divine miracle, Elizabeth is reading this; it wouldn't be too much effort to talk to me a little more, you know I get more satisfaction out of talking to you than most people, and its not like its too much to hangout with me either.
Well, if I get the urge to write I will, until then.
Be well.

-Sir Jestro

A Cold Walk to the Car

Its cold. I'm tired and my body is slowly starting to fight off a sickness I can feel growing inside me.
In other words, I'm getting sick.
I doubt anyone is reading this but I'll run through the motions, regardless.

I will leave you, who wish to learn, something that I do when I write.
Let's say your character is leaving their house and walking to their car. You might write this;

"It was early in the morning, the sun wasn't out yet. It was cold and the street lights were still on. I ran to my car and turned the heater on."

Or you could think about what you would see/hear/feel/taste/smell as you went through the exact same actions as your character.
In the morning, the lights are still on. What color are they? Is there dew still on the grass? What about mist or fog floating above the cars? Are the cars caked in ice? Can you see your breath?
What I would put, in order to convey something to my readers, to get an emotional or nostalgic response from them I would write this;

"It was still early when I left the house.
The warmth from inside still clung to the door handle as I locked it. I turned toward my car on the other side of the street. The orange light from the street lamps reflected off of the grass, still coated with morning dew. I tucked my hands into my jacket pockets and balled them, the metal from my keys still warm in my left hand. I tucked my neck into my chest and watched the steam from my breath float into the mist that hung just above me.
With my shoulders tight, I hurried to my car. My hands shivered as I unlocked the door and got in. I turned the ignition on and waited impatiently for the heat to defrost my windshield."

That's the end of today's lesson.
For the record, I'm lonely and miss having someone (a girl) to talk to the way I used to talk to Liz.
Be safe, everyone. Stay tuned, and whatnot.


-Sir Jestro

"Man will be his own demise."

With devastation,
I have fallen.

I took the whole damn city down with me. This place, my final resting place, used to be so full of life.
A once great city.
Now, its nothing more than torn buildings and destroyed streets, all covered in the ash of the people who used to use them. The sun doesn't even shine its rays on this forsaken piece of land. The shadows are my only comfort.

There is nothing but silence,
for days.

Then the animals come back, walking backwards. They scavenge the dead, throwing it up. I watch an entire pack of wolves mend a deer carcass with their teeth. The blood rushes back in, to slowing start warming again. Soon it will be flowing.
I watch a man walk backwards toward the deer, touch it's neck, then walk away.
I watch the deer's heart slowly thump to life, it's breath comes back. Pupils dilate, eye lids blink, I watch the rib cage rise and fall.
The deer begins to slide, suddenly its on it's feet and something small and black shoots from it's neck, replaced by skin and blood and fur. The deer runs off backward somewhere beyond the trees.
Other creatures scurry around backward.
For days.
I watch the trees shrink and the weeds slither back into the crack in the concrete. I watch as the streets (or what has been left of them) regain their sharp black color. This of course, takes days.
Puddles slowly start to appear in different areas, then they all spread apart and jump into the sky into clouds as dark as coal, I watch the clouds leave and the last rays of light return.
I watch more animals return, all running backwards. This time there are more. I watch as skeletons put themselves back together, with the help of the wind and smaller creatures. I watch as flies cover the skeletons and turn into maggots. They puke rotting flesh back onto the skeletons, turning them back into animals (dogs, cats, men, women, children, and so on). I watch more backward walking animals mend the skeletons back together, just like the maggots. I watch as more flies come to the bodies and swallow up the maggots, who decided to return and disappear. I watch the animals start to breathe again, then some crawl back to their feet others spring back. Some humans hug each other then begin chasing each other backwards.
I watch the cars come back to life. Some with explosions that give them their color and sharp design back. Others spring back from a wall of a destroyed building and speed off backwards somewhere.

There are a lot of screams sucked back into people's throats. A lot of people give humans blood back, and heal massive gashes, with a knife that was just covered in blood itself. Black pebbles fly out of people into guns, into bullets, into their pockets. More humans are put back together, more families are joined.
Dust and smoke and ash starts to cover the city. Slower and slower it thickens. The rocks begin to shake, minutely. Then the whole city is ripped back together. The buildings are thrown back into alignment. The roof shillings slide across the ground and back onto the roofs, just as the scattered pieces of wood fly back toward the house the collapse together, making a structure.
I watch the paint return with a gust of wind. The dust cloud of smoke and ash slowly starts to form and giant mushroom that instantly starts to shrink. The harsh winds all rush towards the massive mushroom.
Cars are flipped back onto their wheels, people are turned from ash to flesh and fear in an instant. Then the cover their eyes.
Then the flash of light, the giant mushroom, the harsh winds, and the loud boom all rush into a giant metal container that jumps into the sky. People's faces become red and wet, then droplets of water hop from the ground and their clothes onto their cheeks. They turn into tears and slide back into their eyes. Their faces slowly return to a flesh color and their eyes move away from the sky and back to the loud sirens screaming across the city.
I watch as the people panic, and I watch as their panic subsides.
I watch as their arrogance returns. I watch as the hatred for each other returns. I watch as men and women come back together, furiously. I watch as the cheeks of them women give the hatred back to the mens' hands. I watch as the screams are sucked back into their throats.
From here I can see everything.
I can see all that's wrong with the world.
From here, somewhere in the city. I watch as its taken down, wood frame by wood frame, and turned back into a field. I watch as the city slowly turns into the middle of nowhere.

Then I put myself back together.
I feel my curse being sucked back into my throat.

"esimed nwo sih eb lliw naM."


-Sir Jestro