Post by Derrick Breckenridge on Dec 29, 2008 0:42:52 GMT -5
Derrick lay by the lake in a relaxed and calm state. The kind of state that he had not felt since his parent's death. It was a combination of things seeing as that is what it would take to get him to the place of peace he was at now. For once it wasn't some skill he had mastered, a new tree he had discovered, or a spell he had learned to perform correctly. It wasn't any of those things, although performing his first Patronus was quite exhilarating, for once in Derrick Breckenridge's life it was people. Not the family he was born into, not the orphanage children who despised him so, and not the family who adopted him; no this time it was people who he could call friend. Not because they were blood or he lived with them but because he could relate. These people had helped him get here, especially Josh, and now he never wanted to leave. Sitting up he reached out and touched Francesca realizing that his beloved guitar wasn't so much a crutch anymore but an instrument for him to move forward with. Sighing he picked his original friend up, began to strum her lightly, and started the process of tuning her. It was a tedious process and probably the only part of playing guitar that he didn't enjoy to some extent. It was necessary though and Derrick always managed to do it in short order so it was nothing to worry about. He loved his guitar and would never let anything happen to it. With ease he began to play and sing softly as if he was serenading the lake. Although the music was more for himself then anything.
"I watch my yellow cat invade red cat in the yard. The feline war has raged for years so I assume it'd be too hard for me to drive my foot between them. I would never risk the scratch just to prove to one or both of them that a cat is just a cat. Again, I watch my cousin Greg watch MTV inside his home. He makes fun of the Hip-hop videos from the couch he rides alone. Snug in the cushion of his cackling, he forgets his looming doubts. He has relied on this for years; you will not yank the carpet out. Oh, no. These are my friends, This is who they have been for always. These are my days. This is how they stay."
Derrick knew not what motivated him to sing this particular song but for whatever reason he did. This was the case when he played guitar most of the time. There was no particular reason for the songs he would choose but whatever the reason he felt they fit him at that moment. If only now he could write it would make him feel complete or so he hoped. The, or possibly a would be more appropriate, muse was lacking in his life though and no matter where he searched he couldn't find it. Possibly these new people he called friends would provide him with one or at least Derrick hoped that they would. These people though weren't a means to an end to him like most things were though. This time he was genuinely interested in learning about them and experiencing whatever they had to offer him. It was the first time he had ever been this interested in anything besides music or exploring nature. This like a majority of the other things he did wasn't a phase but for some reason Derrick doubted that people could ever be just a phase in people's lives. Maybe as they departed after certain ages but never could you rule them out completely. Up until this point he had been blind to seeing such things though and it drove him to despair now that he would let such an observation slip by. He would not let such a thing occur again. After all Derrick was smart wasn't he? He should have noticed such a thing by now.
"I watch this dude each night, same table, who creates and crumples up. His eyes are wide from sipping endlessly his endless coffee cup. He feeds me quotes, that lonely goat. I watch him grazing by himself. I will not stop him when he rambles; I'm becoming one myself. Lou is bugged and shot up on drugs. He sweats this bird he hardly knows. All that he wants is to see someone he respects without their clothes so like some hybrid mother lover she'd soothe and heal his wounds and kiss those dying ears so softly that the reaper stops to swoon. Oh, please. These are my friends. This is who they have been for always. These are my days. This is how they stay."
He never understood why he related with certain bands so much but he did and for whatever reason the fact that Derrick could understand what they were singing about filled him with joy. It was odd he knew but was sure that others had the same feeling. After all wasn't that the point of music groups so that people could relate. He needed to create his own music though. He had the urge and need but for whatever reason no matter what he did Derrick always failed. It depressed him to a certain extent but he was learning to cope with it. As he sang Derrick heard someone behind him. It didn't bother him as people had listened to him play and sing before. Now though he hoped secretly that the person would speak up and talk after he was done. Was it wrong that he was becoming so addicted to interacting with people? If it was he didn't know and whatever the case right now he had his guitar to focus on and that was more then enough for him. What more could he ask for then sweet melodies at the end of the day? Oh right friends but now he had those. He almost laughed as he sang but maintained his composure and played on calmly.
"I watch my neighbor's son play with his shotgun in the street. I think I'll blaze all day and marvel at the mass of food I eat. It's strange; I'm skinny when I'm standing but I'm Buddha when I sit, and if I'm truly so enlightened why'd I waste your time on it as I look back at countless crossroads and the middle where I stay, right up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest f***s get laid by the faux-finest finds. It's been that way and god damn you, how you stay, with every scummy, crummy hour of the scummy, crummy day."
Derrick finished with passion and drive but then fell back softly into the grass. It was a passive motion and as he stared at the sky he noticed the person still standing there. It was a girl, what her name was or anything of that nature he had no idea but should she talk to him he was sure he'd find out soon enough.
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"I watch my yellow cat invade red cat in the yard. The feline war has raged for years so I assume it'd be too hard for me to drive my foot between them. I would never risk the scratch just to prove to one or both of them that a cat is just a cat. Again, I watch my cousin Greg watch MTV inside his home. He makes fun of the Hip-hop videos from the couch he rides alone. Snug in the cushion of his cackling, he forgets his looming doubts. He has relied on this for years; you will not yank the carpet out. Oh, no. These are my friends, This is who they have been for always. These are my days. This is how they stay."
Derrick knew not what motivated him to sing this particular song but for whatever reason he did. This was the case when he played guitar most of the time. There was no particular reason for the songs he would choose but whatever the reason he felt they fit him at that moment. If only now he could write it would make him feel complete or so he hoped. The, or possibly a would be more appropriate, muse was lacking in his life though and no matter where he searched he couldn't find it. Possibly these new people he called friends would provide him with one or at least Derrick hoped that they would. These people though weren't a means to an end to him like most things were though. This time he was genuinely interested in learning about them and experiencing whatever they had to offer him. It was the first time he had ever been this interested in anything besides music or exploring nature. This like a majority of the other things he did wasn't a phase but for some reason Derrick doubted that people could ever be just a phase in people's lives. Maybe as they departed after certain ages but never could you rule them out completely. Up until this point he had been blind to seeing such things though and it drove him to despair now that he would let such an observation slip by. He would not let such a thing occur again. After all Derrick was smart wasn't he? He should have noticed such a thing by now.
"I watch this dude each night, same table, who creates and crumples up. His eyes are wide from sipping endlessly his endless coffee cup. He feeds me quotes, that lonely goat. I watch him grazing by himself. I will not stop him when he rambles; I'm becoming one myself. Lou is bugged and shot up on drugs. He sweats this bird he hardly knows. All that he wants is to see someone he respects without their clothes so like some hybrid mother lover she'd soothe and heal his wounds and kiss those dying ears so softly that the reaper stops to swoon. Oh, please. These are my friends. This is who they have been for always. These are my days. This is how they stay."
He never understood why he related with certain bands so much but he did and for whatever reason the fact that Derrick could understand what they were singing about filled him with joy. It was odd he knew but was sure that others had the same feeling. After all wasn't that the point of music groups so that people could relate. He needed to create his own music though. He had the urge and need but for whatever reason no matter what he did Derrick always failed. It depressed him to a certain extent but he was learning to cope with it. As he sang Derrick heard someone behind him. It didn't bother him as people had listened to him play and sing before. Now though he hoped secretly that the person would speak up and talk after he was done. Was it wrong that he was becoming so addicted to interacting with people? If it was he didn't know and whatever the case right now he had his guitar to focus on and that was more then enough for him. What more could he ask for then sweet melodies at the end of the day? Oh right friends but now he had those. He almost laughed as he sang but maintained his composure and played on calmly.
"I watch my neighbor's son play with his shotgun in the street. I think I'll blaze all day and marvel at the mass of food I eat. It's strange; I'm skinny when I'm standing but I'm Buddha when I sit, and if I'm truly so enlightened why'd I waste your time on it as I look back at countless crossroads and the middle where I stay, right up the beaten path to boredom where the fakest f***s get laid by the faux-finest finds. It's been that way and god damn you, how you stay, with every scummy, crummy hour of the scummy, crummy day."
Derrick finished with passion and drive but then fell back softly into the grass. It was a passive motion and as he stared at the sky he noticed the person still standing there. It was a girl, what her name was or anything of that nature he had no idea but should she talk to him he was sure he'd find out soon enough.
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