So when I'm writing in the evening, I listen to music. It helps me get mentally away from the day and drowns out distractions. And occasionally the music will create a story as the emotions wrapped in the lyrics lift me and enable me to carry a feeling through. The following story was oddly the result of these songs:
- Iggy Azalea, "Black Widow"
- Selena Gomez, "The Heart Wants What It Wants"
- Ariana Grande, "Love me harder"
- Sia, "Chandelier"
- Jessie J, Ariana Grande, and Nicki Minaj, "Bang Bang"
After I got done and looked at the play list I wanted to laugh.
Here's my story:
Day-fall.
Rise from the grave
of light.
Scales dripping with
grains of forgetfulness.
Taste of the desert on
your tongue.
Fires of a midnight
sun in your eye.
Standing firm on a
shifting pile of time.
Watched by the bones
of the earth.
Hugged by the chill
of the wind.
Blink against the
spines of the vanishing star.
Kiss the moon past
the water of the sand.
Memory of dew in the
heart of thirst.
Slide into the maw of
history.
The past calls to the
future.
Secrets unbidden.
Whispers in the ears
of scholars.
Fools who listen.
Words of the soul
written on tools of the body.
Bones of ink on the
blood of iron.
Magic’s curse written
in prayers and hope.
Death and fury raised
to protect.
Tears on the lips.
Fears on the wind.
Time hear our call.
Memory remember.
Shatter the hearts of
our children.
Break the teeth of
the egg.
Recall the light of
the sun in the lands of shadow.
Years of ages.
Minutes pass like
miles.
Remembrance fails.
Ebony veins wait.
Read the student of
the wise.
Follow the steps of
the mother.
Come the breath of
the sand.
Phrases on my skin.
Promises written on
dust’s frame.
Mist fails in
fleshless fingers.
Who knows? Who remembers?
Thunder’s kin screams
silently.
Gift of lightning’s
cry.
Call my father.
Beckon my oncoming past.
Crimson eternal yolk.
Like the eggshells of
the heart.
Mortality’s imminence
asks.
What hope in sadness?
Sacrifice refuses
surrender.
Hope whispers against
the gravity of aeons.
Hearts held in balance
of sleepy silence.
Hear the call of the
soil.
Deny. Deny. Deny.
Thrice spoken.
Endlessly written.
Verses sing the hymns
of giants.
Sheep remember their
fangs.
Sleepers shake loose
the dreams.
Daybreak shatters.
Earth’s soul.
Giant’s blood.
Titan’s seed.
Of Mice.
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