RANDOM - So Sweet, My Love

Sweet electricity
A shock runs through my veins
Up my spine
A curious sensation
I cannot define.

Heightened awareness
Like the buzz of caffeine
It's almost too much
But to forsake it
Seems impossible.

Lovely addiction
How I adore thee
How I implore thee
Oh please, love,
Never let me go.

Keep me besides you
For now and always
Love, I want to be
Kept with you always
Tie me to you, oh,
Sweet addiction.

You are so sweet
I could not stop
Had I wanted to.
This has become vital
I need you.

So, love, dear love
Never set me free.

This is really similar to one of my drabbles, how ironic I swear. Also I am about 5 to 10 away from catching up on replying to some of your again, but I think I will work on story for a bit. Keep up the good work :)

I actually do remember reading that drabble. It was from awhile ago, and I have wanted to do my own on the topic for quite a long time. However, I just never really got inspired to do it until last night. ^^;

But it was a very fun drabble topic. Very fun. ^^

Story? Mmm. I've kinda abandoned mine. They're just sitting there in their folders staring at me forlornly because I've abandoned them for archi work. >_> Ehehehe. Well, to more drabbling for me!

RANDOM - To own a lamb

Do I have more in common with you than I thought or is it simply just you trying to relate to me?

I really hope it isn't the latter of the two. I don't mind you simply being friendly and finding similarities between the two of us. That is perfectly acceptable. It's what friends do.

But then there are times when I feel like you're doing the whole saving the lost lamb thing. I hate that because it seems like people always go after me like that. Maybe it's because I am like a lost lamb, but I don't want to be treated like one. When you treat me like I'm lost, it will make me run further.

The lamb must coaxed from her refuge of the high hills in a subtle way. I must become envious of the life in the valley and wish to join. And only when I am at that point do you reach out your hand.

There is a time to offer, a time too soon, and a time too late. Offer too soon and the lamb is still skittish. It will flee from you. Offer too late and the lamb is too far gone. She's decided that it's not worth it to venture down there for company.

Timing is the key. To catch a lamb, to truly own it, it must love you. However, once the offer is made correctly, it is easy. Lambs are simple creatures. They love easily. It is only a matter of catching them at the right time.

RANDOM - These drugs

It's the scent of chai tea. It's the taste of chocolate death. It's the smell of you.

These things have a strange effect on me. It's like I'm floating. I'm suspended above the world. Nothing can touch me.

It's almost like a drug. It's immediate, effective. I can't think anymore. I just have to bury myself in the sensation, and I'm lost. Thought loses all rationality. I want to block out everything and just hold to this feeling.

It's like a peace. My body becomes loose and relaxed. It's like alcohol. I can close my eyes, and it's bliss.

RANDOM - Your Jacket

It's a curious thing. It's like a second skin, still warm, pulled from someone else's body.

This shouldn't be something so intimate. This shouldn't have been so close to you. I shouldn't be wearing this like this. It seems like I'm breaking some sort of rule.

But it's so warm.

And for some reason or another, I don't want to give it back.

It was of necessity and convenience. Nothing more. It's simply a trade--good business.

And now it's done.

RANDOM - With Him Part I

"You're comfortable with him." It's a statement, not quite an accusation. He doesn't really mean anything by it.

"He has a girlfriend," I reply almost defensively. I want to go on and say that the girlfriend is my close friend and that they're absolutely adorable together.

But he cuts me off and raises his hands in surrender. "I was just saying that you seem comfortable with him."

"Well, I've kinda grown up with the guy through high school." It still sounds like a defense when I don't mean it to; I'm just trying to explain myself. It's as if my tongue won't obey me. There's already been a Freudian slip that caused this whole argument.

"Just saying it." His hands are still raised in that gesture.

I shrug and shake it off. The subject of the conversation is changed, but the the words resound in my mind.

You're comfortable with him.

RANDOM - With Him Part II

I suppose I am comfortable with him. I mean, I did only know him for about a third of my life so far. Of course, in the beginning he was just a name and a face. Leaving, he was a friend. Here, he's more like a brother.

...There was once a time that he felt like more. That's gone now, though. It's impossible. He has a girlfriend. His girlfriend is my close friend. They're adorable together. Simply impossible.

And so I gave that up. Yet again. Every single time I am forced to give it up for someone else. Well, I suppose that could be why I'm bitter now.

But upon examination, there is none of that left. He is truly like a brother to me. Perhaps I'm lying on a subconscious level, but it doesn't matter because that part will never surface.

I am as free as a bird...

And just as lonely.

But being with him, close to him, it's not so bad. It's like standing by the window but being unable to play in the sun. It sucks. But hey, them's the breaks.

Author's Note:
Dragon, this is pretty much directed to you since I know you're the only person who reads these, but yeah. This was something from a long time ago, and I'm perfectly fine now. And there's nothing going on.

And also, if you bring this up to my face, I will probably run away, hide, and change the topic--just a warning. There's a reason I like writing this stuff online. If I talked about it, there would be no need to do this. ...If you really want to bring it up, go on aim or skype or something.

RANDOM - The Game of Love

But I saw him first.

That rule doesn't really work in the real world. It does not matter that your heart beat for him first. It does not matter that you marked him out as your own before any other.

Of course, it might have mattered if you said something, but even then it would only cause strife and you would still lose.

What matters is for whom his heart beats for. He isn't going to take the first.

Just because one is first doesn't mean he wins, despite what all the dramas and stories precedent.

What wins is love.

You can't trump that. It's the ultimate hand. The winning set of cards that can't be beat. No matter if you're just one point away, it doesn't matter. You can argue all you want, but you still lose.

There's only one thing that wins in this game of love. Only one can win, and there's much to lose. It's a game one ought to play with caution, but how can one be called cautious when he gambles his heart and soul?

The odds are always against you in this game. It should be impossible to win, yet there are winners. It happens. Rarely.

But this game is addicting. The past losers stay at the table, casting their lots over and over. In their minds there is still that hope that they cling to.

Maybe one day we'll win...

RANDOM - An Artist's Love

To be the object of an artist's affection is a queer thing. It does not necessarily mean that she loves you--well, not in the same way you think. She loves you in her own way that is of artists.

She's not really interested with you getting to know her. She isn't really interested in getting close to you. Of course, it would help, but it isn't necessary for her love. You could only know her name and two things about you, but she knows everything about you.

To her, you are a piece of art. You are inspiration. You are beauty personified--truly personified. She is obsessed with you. She wants to examine your traits, your good points, your flaws; she wants to know it all for all these things are what make you--the character--the piece.

It is a strange thing, an artist's love.

didn't even read author note till now, and yeah, I actually have started avoiding bringing anything up in drabble,there is actually like 2 that came up strong in my mind but yeah, doesn't really do anything about it. I want to seclusive. One nice thing when I am ina project, I won't bring things up, nor force someone into a hard discussion. I actually read the author note before reading what it was about.....i wouldn't bring it up, especially since I am there at times. Crying in your drabble is something I try not to respond to as much as in ramune. drabble is more private, and due to me reading it i feel I should still keep the privacy.

*glomps* Thanks.

your welcome, I try and take what I read into people online with a large grain of salt, cause of stuff like this. I actually wouldn't have found worth bringing up, it is odd what i do bring up, rarely it has to do with life I know here, it has normally to do with people in hawaii, like who are you talking about, someone here or not.....but me lazy and don't feel like talking about drabbles. I just want to respond to some, and make jellyfish day cards.

RANDOM

There's a comfort in knowing that someone is listening but that someone can't do anything. It's an ear that they lend. Someone is there, but they are forever separate. We will never see them. They can't literally walk into our lives. We are safe from them.

Yet there's something so nice about knowing someone is there. It's different from writing in a little book hidden under your pillow. That is a book of secrets. That book will never be read by anyone else until you die or if you choose.

It's a lonely story, that book.

And sometimes that loneliness is too much to stand. You need someone to know, even if that someone is half way around the world and completely disconnected. It would just be agony to have these words die in your throat with no one hearing what you have to say.

It's a silly, romantic, egotistic notion to want your words to live on, but it's something human. We all want it. We want to be remembered somehow.

Author's Note:
(in response to the above drabble)

And if my way is to wish that my writings will be published posthumously to haunt AP English students for analyzing, it's just another way.

Yes. I do seriously want that because I actually do write while paying attention to structure, diction, syntax, etc. And after I write things (not always with drabbles, but with poems it's an always, and I like doing it for longer prose) I go back and analyze and tweak it here and there. So there is plenty for the AP student to write about in there. Yes. I'm evil, I know. ^__________________^

Yeah, I know. I'm a total dork too. Leave me alone. xD

RANDOM - Drawing People

My favorite thing to draw is actually people. I HATE drawing buildings (why am I an architect? xD), but I love drawing people. It's just that there's this life in them. Yes, you can argue that building have a life of their own--they do. They are someone's toil and sweat and creative mind enmasse. But that's just another work of art. Me drawing it feels like a rough rehashing of that. It just doesn't work.

But with people... It's capturing something new. They are alive. They aren't someone else's drawing. They are the original. Your drawing isn't an interpretation of an interpretation; it's something completely different and new. It's the first time you will be capturing that on paper.

RANDOM

There are things that can make a person simply collapse and bend to your will. They render the person entirely senseless, and he can no longer think. All he knows is that he needs more.

And you must give this person more or else they fall out of this state and regain their mind. To have control, one must give something first.

However, what one must give is so little--so little for so much. It really is not that hard. If only one can find what must be given, it is the simplest thing in the world.

random note from reader:

oops, I just surpassed you in drabble number. Maybe I am making too many.

RANDOM - Reunion

I spoke to my first love again today.

Well, I suppose he wasn't really my love; I fell in love with a person who bore his face and mannerisms but was not really him. It was infatuation. I loved someone perfect, not a person.

Anyways, it was strange. I haven't spoken to him for so long. I wasn't even close to him back in high school either. There were conversations here and there, but nothing much.

So when the chat window unexpectedly pops up from him, it's a bit random.

But whatever. Perhaps he's bored or something.

It turns out he needs an artist--it turns out he needs an artist like me. He goes through pains to describe the desired style he wants. It takes awhile, but it begins to click--the style he's describing is my own.

How very uncanny.

And I asked about his band, and they've sadly diminished. The other boy--my muse--has fallen out of it. Well, I suppose it is to be expected what with everyone going their separate ways. It can't be helped.

It's just that I'm so far away from him now. He was once something so great in my life, but now he could just be a face and a name to me...

I don't know it I regret it or not.

RANDOM - From one little question...

Isn't strange how one little sentence, one little innocent question, can bring up a wave of thoughts? One moment you are living as you should. There is nothing wrong, nothing monumental, nothing crazy.

Then all of sudden, you here something is passing or someone mentions the tip of a subject ever so lightly. It's like a great wave has crashed upon you. Icy water trickles down your skin as you sit there watching the world simply move around you--this has stolen your attention, altered your world--this is all that matters. You can do nothing else until this is resolved.

And you curse that innocent question for if it had not been asked you would be fine. Your heart and head would not be raging with these thoughts and emotions. Why did he have to make such an effort for conversation? Why that question? It's silly, really. Nothing was meant by it, but it was the wick to a chain explosion. It was something small, but it can't be stopped, and it certainly can't be ignored.

It's disastrous.

RANDOM - Gate's Lessons - the staircase 01

"Every movement must be with grace!" Gate instructed Jonelle.

The girl lifted her head and tried to look graceful. She placed her hand on the staircase railing at an attempt of looking stately.

"No, no."

Apparently the attempt was not enough.

"Do not actually lean on the rail like an old woman laboring to make her way up. Rather, just place your fingertips on it. Like this." He rearranges her hand, and she must concentrate on balancing in her too high heels again.

"Yes, now walk."

Jonelle tries to hold her head high, tries to balance on her shoes, tries to walk like a lady, tries to be graceful. She takes a step...

And trips into Gate's arms.

Gate sighs and helps her back up to the top of the staircase. "I suppose it was a good thing I was only standing three stairs away. Try again."

RANDOM - The Chat

DAREdevil600: So other than being sexy, what do you do for a living?

Red Moonlight: I am a moocher. I will cling to you and love you and suck you dry. I will hold to you and never let go. I will stay at your side until you have nothing left to give me. It is not my nature; it is simply what I do--what I must do.

DAREdevil600: ...

Red Moonlight: You asked.

Red Moonlight: ;)

RANDOM - Forgotten Dreams

There was more to the dream...

There was something else that happened--something that seems important. Yet, I can't seem to recall it for the life of me.

It's agonizing because it seems like that one lost part was the key to understanding, to finishing the story, to find the meaning. But the dream is ever elusive and continues to slip away, forever just out of our grasp.

It is that one vital part that is forever on wing. We chase after it like a butterfly, and it flits close to tempt but never close enough to touch.

How frustrating.

RANDOM

You asked for it. You knew it would happen. It's one of those things that seem so tempting--you just have to try it to see what happens even though you know.

You've seen it done before. There is a precedent that can't be ignored.

Yet like a child and a hot stove, you must learn for yourself.

And so, you really can't complain when things turn fuzzy or when you end up with someone collapsed against your leg. Strange or as awkward as it may be, it was because of you and you alone. It is the price of your curiosity.

You asked for it.