On That Wintry Night (2012)
Original Story
February 16, 2014
*Originally written in August, 2012*
The story behind this piece is pretty short in comparison to others. "On That Wintry Night" started off as just one verse that I was perfectly happy with. The first and closing verse was the foundation on which I later built upon. I was really pleased with the bookended parts.
I was in a creative writing class during my junior year of college and we needed to put together several pieces of material for a project. I originally included the first verse and the professor asked that I expand upon it, as she believed it was a bit of a cop-out for just seven lines to make a piece. I was sitting in my apartment and tried to construct a story of torn lovers and a brief timeframe of their shortened love.
As much as I wanted to create another piece about my personal struggles, I feel asleep one night and saw these almost faceless shadows play out in this lucid affair. I woke up several hours later and remembered as much of it as I could and scribbled down words in no particular order and then like a jigsaw puzzle, arranged them accordingly.
I don't think it's one of my absolute best, but I'm proud of those first seven lines and how I created a world that I understand. Of course, personal interpretation is the best part of any art.
Without further adieu:
*Originally written in August, 2012*
The story behind this piece is pretty short in comparison to others. "On That Wintry Night" started off as just one verse that I was perfectly happy with. The first and closing verse was the foundation on which I later built upon. I was really pleased with the bookended parts.
I was in a creative writing class during my junior year of college and we needed to put together several pieces of material for a project. I originally included the first verse and the professor asked that I expand upon it, as she believed it was a bit of a cop-out for just seven lines to make a piece. I was sitting in my apartment and tried to construct a story of torn lovers and a brief timeframe of their shortened love.
As much as I wanted to create another piece about my personal struggles, I feel asleep one night and saw these almost faceless shadows play out in this lucid affair. I woke up several hours later and remembered as much of it as I could and scribbled down words in no particular order and then like a jigsaw puzzle, arranged them accordingly.
I don't think it's one of my absolute best, but I'm proud of those first seven lines and how I created a world that I understand. Of course, personal interpretation is the best part of any art.
Without further adieu:
On That Wintry Night
The moon chose to sleep;
We didn’t.
Don’t blame me for the disappearance
Of our stars.
They weren’t in our hands.
What we held was each other
And that was all we ever needed.
Written in fogged mirrors,
An acronym made its mark.
Fingers cold from Winter’s chill;
We embraced an ephemeral thrill.
Sung from snow covered hilltops,
That acronym spread across the ice.
Our throats raw from screaming;
Qualities accepted we thought not so redeeming.
Weary eyes (Don’t give into the dark.)
Tired hearts (Don’t give into the dark.)
Weary eyes (Don’t give into the dark.)
Tired hearts (Don’t give into the dark.)
The moon chose to sleep;
We didn’t.
Don’t blame me
For the disappearnace
Of our stars.
They weren’t in our hands.
What we held was each other
And that was all we ever needed.
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We didn’t.
Don’t blame me for the disappearance
Of our stars.
They weren’t in our hands.
What we held was each other
And that was all we ever needed.
Written in fogged mirrors,
An acronym made its mark.
Fingers cold from Winter’s chill;
We embraced an ephemeral thrill.
Sung from snow covered hilltops,
That acronym spread across the ice.
Our throats raw from screaming;
Qualities accepted we thought not so redeeming.
Weary eyes (Don’t give into the dark.)
Tired hearts (Don’t give into the dark.)
Weary eyes (Don’t give into the dark.)
Tired hearts (Don’t give into the dark.)
The moon chose to sleep;
We didn’t.
Don’t blame me
For the disappearnace
Of our stars.
They weren’t in our hands.
What we held was each other
And that was all we ever needed.
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