Miscellaneous:

[Yuuko]

You get cookies if don't fall asleep by the end of it ^^


Running after starfish in the desert


When you were a child, you were as beautiful as your mother...Or so people said
With eyes fogged by sleep and sweet voice
So sweet you'd think it's audio marmalade
You were a frickin' angel chained to Earth and by God you were gorgeous



When I was a child, I was so bright I figured how the damned remote control worked just by changing its batteries
I was taller than the other kids in my class, left-handed and always picking on words and proof-reading
I had no problem with: "definitely" or "beautiful" as you can see but I always did manage to make some letters look like others letters
And that in nine out ten cases irritated the hell out of Miss Dunbar



When you were a kid, grandpa took you fishing and you caught the goldfish only to let it slip through your fingers
A broomstick taught how to dance and caterpillars how to tickle and annoy your baby sister
You were a walking, talking miracle of life in bold, Monotype Corsiva font...
Your smile could power up one hundred light bulbs and this was just first base.



When I was a kid, I used to get lost a lot and end up in parking lots. Dunno how so don't ask...
I was an ambulant cadaver. So thin you could see through my intentions and think of child abuse. (I just wore baggy clothes)
For my fifth birthday granny gave me a recipes book and as fast as you could say: "Bon appetit!" I started eating its pages
And when undoubtedly in an accidental way of course, I glued my left eye I had to wear a patch and looked like frickin' Francis Drake.



When you first met me, you caught me in an embarrassing, awkward position....I was embracing a tree...Don't ask
You giggled and no sooner you did, that your cheeks gave birth to dimples...(Don't laugh at my metaphors, I happen to think they're brilliant)
Man, I was in awe. And maybe the sun played tricks on my eyes...but I could swear you weren't real and so I stood there like a dumbass for a couple of seconds' thinking it was a dream
'till you asked: "Is everything alright? Your mother told me to tell you - said this strongly emphasized - that you are expected to dinner." So there I stood in awe.



When I first met you, I was trying to climb up a tree and you looked over me with those silky eyes of yours that seemed to perish amidst all that light
And I had no idea what you were. It was as if I never ever in my life had seen a girl before.
As soon as you opened your mouth, I started breathing on your words and you know what? They tasted like a raspberry swirl.
I may sound pathetic to all you who think this is sappy but as a matter a fact I don't give a damn....I just like whoring for attention. These days anyway.



When space and time seemed to intertwine and laughs played with bunnies and planes swam with tea clocks, like in twisted, junk yard wannabes Dali paintings,
When I had to crawl in the creepiest places to look for spider webs when I could've just break in, in grannies abattoir,
When you wore different socks on each foot and your forelocks straddled in all imaginable and unimaginable directions cuz your little sis' thought gum was a great attachment to your hair
When passing year was just another syntagma and seasons, a never ending rainbow, when the moment came for you to leave....I stood there and bitched



When years passed and I had no honest to God idea, under which rock you might've crawled, I started to think that maybe this was hitsuzen
And somehow the thought of me wasting my reflection in front of a glass filled with water tap made much more sense and every piece came down neatly and took its place in the surrealistic puzzle that my mind was.
At first, you were the quicksilver that made my synapses flicker, but now...what could you possibly be now?
If I still were that kid so long ago, I would tremble with anticipation and gamble my way through fortune for every time I thought in fuzzy shades about what you might've become.



When words cluster in flocks and savagely strip me of memories that now become puppets in their hands, I sulk and zip my mouth shut.
But my mind is made of words as well, as are my god damned arteries and organs and bones and marrow. They're all hard, jelly words.
Yet in the middle of these tidal waves that dare to desecrate my ego, you stand still like a block of marble
And when even this, starts to fade, the only thing that linger are your hand waving goodbye and a banana split voice whispering: "See you later."



Hitsuzen - the idea that an action is inevitable because without it, other related events in the future could not happen. Therefore all decisions and actions are related, and there can be no coincidence, only hitsuzen.

[PaintedDiary]

Dear Yuuko,

You have a very unique style and this is fantabulous. I love love love it..... again....I will be back to give proper commentary. I definitely look forward to your work!

Dr. Rob

[Jims Inn]

i'll have those cookies please cos i certainly didn't fall asleep …

what a wonderful collage … no kaleidoscope of fond memories like the tree thing … the cadaver thin/baggy pants thing and eating grannies recipe pages …

i've always been a great believer in first getting your thoughts out your head onto paper before worrying about s p a g … formatting etc …

as a really new newbie i'm hesitant about being audacious enough to suggest anything but …

I'd try to even up the paragraphs/stanzas but other than that … wow …

luv ya!

[Yuuko]

Okey...accidentally double posted damn *rants*
Oh Miss Jacquii sorry for the virtual inconvenience/bother in advance *puppy dog eyes*

[Yuuko]

Thanks for the lovely comments, Doc and Jims Inn *squeaks* I couldn't be more delighted to know that you enjoyed it (well actually I could but that's another story ^^)

As for the formatting part, well after I finish a "masterpiece" such as this (please acknowledge the lack of modesty), I rarely end up modifying, upgrading, dissolving it or whatever (each and there scarce changes) so it's kinda bound to sound fishy and look unaesthetic (which is not a bad thing *grins*)

So thanks once more, means a lot )

Edit@Nomad: Yeah, it's awe, talking about proof-reading, lol. Fixed it.

[nomadicrhymer]

Yuuko...thanks once again for a delightful trip down the weirdly wonderful lanes of your mind's eye...and giving us a bitchin' piece of prose!

1 thing...here (Man, I was in owe. Did you mean to write the word "awe" instead? Also on the end of that same paragraph...from the context that's what I concluded, but I might be wrong

Nomad

PS to JIMS INN - that baby in the pic looks like it's ready to eat granny's recipe pages......!!

[bloodletting_of_the_sky]

whew!

i would leave it at that.. but i have to do my reaction to your words more justice then just *whew*
very bold daring and careless... i loved this... it reflects all the rebelious nature a child has... which makes me giggle because i love rebelious children.... just not the kind with big blunt objects that tend to swing over my head.

very original and unique in a great happy mixed up way... (i'm all smilies after reading this)

thanks very much for contributing a wonderfully colorful piece to this world of art on here...


peace and welcome to you!

phil

[Yuuko]

Hey guys.....*inserts big smiling face* thank you so much for reading it as well as for the lovely comments *inserts random onomatopoeia at about now^^''*
And yeah, Phillip..I was all smilies writing as well. Glad to be of service *winks*

[zaac]

this has an amazing sense of intimacy and innocence, both within your head and without in the course of the piece. I read this a few months ago. I'm glad I found it again...this embodies the contents of thoughts in a similar young boys head with pants legs rolled up standing ankle deep in cold ass spring water trying to catch tadpoles while trying to catch my breath from everytime i would hear her giggle when the tadpole tickled her hand on the way back into the water or the dark brown eyes that kind of just made me dumb and mute with a toss of the hair. I have a girl like that, and I would pay handsomely, yes to see where she is and how she is, but also, if for just a moment, to catch her scent mixed with laughter and a lazy august afternoon when i first felt what i thought was love and knew i was in trouble if it felt that good. thanks for the fuzzy flashback.

zaac