#dessemerald

[jabberderpy]

The heavy criss-cross of microphones looked ominous, as eager reporters jostled for an answer.

"Were you and Henry sitting in a tree?" asked Apply Daily.

Cara blinked politely, muted in her response.

"We hear love is in the air with you two!" screamed Banana Weekly.

"Or is that wedding bells we hear?" The Carrot Post ventured.

Cara smiled slightly. Next thing we know, she thought, Durian Mail will be reporting her purchase of a carriage for a phantom baby. With a sigh, Cara opened her mouth to speak; the microphones surged forward.

"Clean out your earwax and listen up!"

She leans in and, in a dramatic whisper, she uttered her most famous line, "It's none of your beeswax." 

[jabberderpy]

what would you give for   a life of memories to be translated into film intentionally edited and staged with perfectly colored hues and selfish focus

but what more could I give for  a new roll waiting to be shot and maybe a broken rewind button to keep me from indulging in nostalgic glows

and what did he give to star in a star-gazer's life caught by the stubborn lenses so unwilling to break

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Unpolished writing, as always. :P 

I incorporated the idea of film because it is exactly how I sometimes view moments in life in my head. I like to make "records" of my life and lives of others, and though I love film, I usually just take pictures or write small notes for myself. (I like to think that this is partly rooted in my interests as a psychology/sociology student.) The last part is also alluding to a sort of obsessiveness that I consider a significant part of myself. Somehow, it is often through my obsessions that I learn about myself and others, which, in turn, inspire me to create. :) 

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Hi, new followers! I will try to be more active in the coming days - studying stuff has really kept me busy the last two days.

[jabberderpy]

I hid my emotions in a bundle of words, and I swallowed each syllable, as Beats bombed my ears

Funny how my rationality is  A product of over-digested emotions That you would've never paid attention to

Then, You lavish me with another fleeting glance But, Your beats would pass me by again 

Like an absolute idiot,  I smile, and  I listen some more,

Wishing I had a better voice

[jabberderpy]

just playing around :3

[jabberderpy]

I put on those butterfly earrings The pair I always wonder if you remembered

Details like that I couldn't have forgotten

I hear you possess some sort of photographic memory And I wonder if it's true

Maybe you remembered better than I do

But given the number of earrings you must have seen I don't dare to imagine the could have been

Still I put on the rice-colored turtleneck, the same dark skirt, and the Doc Martens And I wonder if you recall anything else

[jabberderpy]

cheers

The collective cheer enthralled me as I stood by the window, peering through the blinds. What are they cheering for this time-- a win, a star, a nod?

Their voices are so distinct yet identical in their merriment. Their high spirits become my own--

even when I can care less.

The truth is, you didn't have to do much to thrill me, to bring me the same joy-- nothing comparable to the subjects of their celebrations.

You know it's you-- all you needed to do is indulge me with a sliver of your written attention

Even if you sign it off, rather coolly, with

"cheers."

[jabberderpy]

A city can be easy to fall in love with. Unforgivingly flashy and brilliant, the city is that boy in high school who was in all the headlines of the school newspaper and who dazzled absolutely everyone, from the administration, to the faculty, to his peers, the students. Though no one really dares to admit it, possibly every girl has had some form of unspeakable crush on him at one time or another—we did not resent his outward cockiness, but somehow found it adorably seductive. We indulged him with our quiet attention, our kind greetings, and our reserved praises, providing him with still some more self-satisfaction...

Hi guys, dessy is my internet alter ego. I like to create "records" documenting (and often dramatizing) experiences of my own and of others--through words, images, etc. For the most part, I'll be contributing some prose and photographs, though I enjoy attempting to mix music and edit videos as well. :)