- Nov 2, 2009
- 8,801
- 5,870
- Occupation
- independent thoughtist thinker, context linker
I'd like to pick this back up... here's what we have so far.. (I dropped
Astrologer4u's parts.. she was banned and probably doesn't want her
words included..) here's what we have so far:
(skuderjaymes)
Ten days had passed since they last spoke, and still her words rang in his
ears..and in the center of his being.. as full and warm as the low low
tones of an electrified acoustic bass.. His 3rd strike with her had been his
own doing.. his own fault.. the result of his own weakness.. And there he
stood: in but out, able but unable, innocent but guilty.. wondering if this
is what their five years had come to.
(MsInterpret)
As she pulled along the curb of her grandmother's house, she turned to car off
and but did not get out. She sat staring out in front of her, hand still on the
keys in her ignition. Still thinking. Thinking about him and how things should
have been. Wondering if she should go by his house and confront him. But
why? All of a sudden a loud ringing jerked her out of her deep thoughts. "Dang
it." She then realized her cell phone was ringing. "It's him," she thought. She
fumbled through her purse, throwing things onto her car seat and floor. Her
heart and mind racing a thousand minutes. She sighed, and calmed down when
she saw who it was on her caller id. Grandmother. "You gonna sit in that car all
day or are you gonna come in?" the voice on the other end asked.
(cocobutterskyn)
Being back in the house where she spent a lot of her childhood was a comfort in
itself, coupled with her grandma’s loving disposition, a sense of calmness was
on the rise. Her grandma, blessed with a knack to sense when someone’s
troubled, especially those she loves, greeted her with a lingering hug. She could
tell her granddaughter wasn’t quite ready to share the reason for her spur-of-
the-moment visit. So she engaged in the casual topics of conversation her
granddaughter introduced. Afterward, wisdom told her to encourage her to
spend the night, perhaps in the morning she would open up.
(skuderjaymes)
"I looked at Grandma's old hands.. her old face, old eyes and I watched as she
took her old old love and applied it to every place in me that hurt.. and in her
magical mystical way, she filled every reservoir.. quelled every conflict and
calmed every part of me that had been confused and restless.. and she did it
all without a single question or confession.. Her love existed beyond such
details. I sat in her kitchen and picked green beans and listened to her
stories about Alabama and the people she liked and despised.. and the man
that she loved, my Grandfather. "He walked like he was going somewhere, "she
said, "like he was somebody.. even though none of us was nobody, while we
was down there,"she went on, "and we was really nothing.. just less than
nothing.. them white folks woulda kept the very Sun from shining on us if
they could've.. didn't want black people to have nothing, not even a smile or
a breeze."
She finished her sentence then clicked the "submit reply" button to post the
half-writtenjournal entry to her Blog. She wanted to be on the road before 7, it
was timeto stop running, it was time to do what she knew she had to...
(MsInterpret)
Apart of him longed to have the family he never had. Another longed to be far
away from this thought. Now his son Johnathan was 13 years old, and looking
more and more like Jaye as the days grew. Johnathan also grew a resentment
for his father.
Whenever Jaye did try to come by and visit with his son, Johnathan completely
ignored his presence and merely tossed his gifts to the side. The last time he
had seen Johnathan was the day Janiah and him had the huge argument. He
remembered the look of hatred in his sons eyes and he slammed the door
behind him.
Astrologer4u's parts.. she was banned and probably doesn't want her
words included..) here's what we have so far:
(skuderjaymes)
Ten days had passed since they last spoke, and still her words rang in his
ears..and in the center of his being.. as full and warm as the low low
tones of an electrified acoustic bass.. His 3rd strike with her had been his
own doing.. his own fault.. the result of his own weakness.. And there he
stood: in but out, able but unable, innocent but guilty.. wondering if this
is what their five years had come to.
(MsInterpret)
As she pulled along the curb of her grandmother's house, she turned to car off
and but did not get out. She sat staring out in front of her, hand still on the
keys in her ignition. Still thinking. Thinking about him and how things should
have been. Wondering if she should go by his house and confront him. But
why? All of a sudden a loud ringing jerked her out of her deep thoughts. "Dang
it." She then realized her cell phone was ringing. "It's him," she thought. She
fumbled through her purse, throwing things onto her car seat and floor. Her
heart and mind racing a thousand minutes. She sighed, and calmed down when
she saw who it was on her caller id. Grandmother. "You gonna sit in that car all
day or are you gonna come in?" the voice on the other end asked.
(cocobutterskyn)
Being back in the house where she spent a lot of her childhood was a comfort in
itself, coupled with her grandma’s loving disposition, a sense of calmness was
on the rise. Her grandma, blessed with a knack to sense when someone’s
troubled, especially those she loves, greeted her with a lingering hug. She could
tell her granddaughter wasn’t quite ready to share the reason for her spur-of-
the-moment visit. So she engaged in the casual topics of conversation her
granddaughter introduced. Afterward, wisdom told her to encourage her to
spend the night, perhaps in the morning she would open up.
(skuderjaymes)
"I looked at Grandma's old hands.. her old face, old eyes and I watched as she
took her old old love and applied it to every place in me that hurt.. and in her
magical mystical way, she filled every reservoir.. quelled every conflict and
calmed every part of me that had been confused and restless.. and she did it
all without a single question or confession.. Her love existed beyond such
details. I sat in her kitchen and picked green beans and listened to her
stories about Alabama and the people she liked and despised.. and the man
that she loved, my Grandfather. "He walked like he was going somewhere, "she
said, "like he was somebody.. even though none of us was nobody, while we
was down there,"she went on, "and we was really nothing.. just less than
nothing.. them white folks woulda kept the very Sun from shining on us if
they could've.. didn't want black people to have nothing, not even a smile or
a breeze."
She finished her sentence then clicked the "submit reply" button to post the
half-writtenjournal entry to her Blog. She wanted to be on the road before 7, it
was timeto stop running, it was time to do what she knew she had to...
(MsInterpret)
Apart of him longed to have the family he never had. Another longed to be far
away from this thought. Now his son Johnathan was 13 years old, and looking
more and more like Jaye as the days grew. Johnathan also grew a resentment
for his father.
Whenever Jaye did try to come by and visit with his son, Johnathan completely
ignored his presence and merely tossed his gifts to the side. The last time he
had seen Johnathan was the day Janiah and him had the huge argument. He
remembered the look of hatred in his sons eyes and he slammed the door
behind him.