Commentary: And You Can Quote Me On That!

Just a small collection of a few of my favorite quotes. Enjoy!

"I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions." ~James Michener

"Never let the future disturb you. You will meet it, if you have to, with the same weapons of reason which today arm you against the present." ~Marcus Aurelius Antoninus

"True evil entered the world not with the first sin, nor even with the first murder. It came when an otherwise decent man first looked at a sinner, and at a guiltless stranger with a similar appearance... and punished both of them."

"Be obscure clearly." ~E.B. White

“For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'”

Poetry: Disease

Burrowing beyond blood and bone,
it takes root and grows.
Loss of feeling and sense of sight,
the life once lived passes.

Diving deep down and destroying,
it eats away at what once was.
Mind spins and thoughts unravel,
a new life is on the horizon.

Living lost and lying low,
so none can reach the truth.
Living not as once was,
the disease called love changes you.

Commentary: Seasons Greetings!

Hey everyone, I just want to say Happy Holidays and Happy New Year to all my readers! I hope you have a great time, full of fun and loving! I even made a video for you to enjoy! Again, happy holidays and thank you for making this year a blast and here is to more fun and writing next year!

Sonic Boom aka Brian Hinckley

EDIT:: I know I have a typing error, I was in a rush to get this up before family obligations occurred!

Poetry: Not Naming Names

Being where I am,
it's hard to voice my thoughts.
Though the miles are great,
I will do my best to speak my heart.

Our time has been short,
merely falling grains of sand.
I decided to give you my heart,
though I'm not naming names.

You know who you are and
you know what you mean to me.
The miles may expand and contract,
but you are always with me.

I count the minutes and the days,
passing like the leaves falling out your windows.
You drive me and my steps,
I'm your willing passenger.

I hope I made this clear and concise,
and haven't messed up too badly.
When I say I love you I truly mean it,
though for now I'm not naming names.

Writing: Moment in Time - I'll Be Home For Christmas

The icy roads gleam in the reds, greens, whites, and bright blues of the holiday lights shining from the houses as his car slowly drives past. The radio plays softly in the car, whispering Christmas carols almost as if not to wake the neighborhood. He glances out the frost-tinted windows and takes in suburbia, with each lawn covered in small armies of snowmen, tiny forts that were no doubt loaded to the brim with snowballs, wreaths hanging on gift-wrapped doors, and the occasional mistletoe hanging above those. He had missed it all, but in some way, he resented it all as well. He had been gone, living in a place where there was no snow. He lived a life that wasn't who he was. He had ran from this place as fast as he could, knowing that he couldn't take watching his love die slowly day after day. He left three years ago, Christmas Eve, and three years to the day, he had returned.

He wasn't sure what to expect now, with three years of no letters, phone calls, no signs of life. He left every shred of his past behind him and became someone new. The sounds of snow crunching under his tires as he pulled into the driveway he hadn't pulled into since the day she said she couldn't be with him pulled him from his own mind. He hadn't the nerve to admit he was wrong for three years. He hadn't the decency to contact her to tell her why he left and that he loved her for three years. After this long, he wasn't even sure if he knew why he left. Stopping the car in the drive, he looked to the place they once called home. Her, his sister and her life-partner, and him. The memories flood his mind, causing his hands to grip the steering wheel and tears to fill his eyes. He resisted the urge to drive away, to go back to his life in the sun and never come home again, but that thought snapped him from his misery. Home. This was his home - is. It is his home, not some condo on the beach in the south, no. This place, with its faded paint, rusted fence, and extremely sloping foundation was his home.

He stepped from his car and walked through the snow to the door, his mind a nervous ball of conflicting thoughts. Did she still live here? Was she with someone else? Was she with someone who deserved her and treated her better than he did? He knew that someone as amazing as her deserved so much better tan him, but as he reached the door, his body froze solid, leaving him standing there much like the snowmen he saw on his way here. Her hair was tinted and cascading across one wide and beautiful eye, her hand was pressed to her lips, and that one eye he could see was lined with unshed tears, three years worth of unshed tears. She was still so heart-stoppingly beautiful and he felt the same way he did when he first saw her. Neither of them moved, nor spoke, mostly because they were both afraid to say something and make the other leave again. His mouth opened and closed, his tongue heavy as lead. Her hand moved forward, towards him, then stopped and drew back, her body unable to move. He didn't know what to do, much less what to say, and with his eyes full of tears and his throat dry as sand, he said the only thing that he was able to.

"Merry Christmas..."

"Merry Christmas...", and before the last syllable left her lips, she was in his arms, both of them drowning in their love for each other, and both knowing that neither will be leaving the other again. Their lips touched as the snow fell around them and mistletoe gleamed in the soft porch light above them.

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Happy Holidays to all my readers... Brian aka Sonic Boom

Poetry: Flame

She burns like a midnight candle,
wicker taught and ragged.
Dressing in darkness and twilight,
she is the flame in my heart.

One step into insanity and two more to come,
she drips inspiration to the ground - words never heard.
Dancing where none will ever stop her,
she is the flame in my heart.

A spark turns to flicker and flicker to flame,
her love sets me alight - burning, caressing.
My lighthouse has been light deep in my chest,
she is the light that guides me - she is the flame in my heart.

Writing: Moment in Time - Longing

It's difficult to love from afar. When your heart wants to be with the one you love, but the one you love is with another. He sips his jack and coke, watching the sun fall in a molten pool between the mountains. So far away from her, no contact in days - his heart ached within his chest. He missed her so much, more than he knows he should. He really hasn't known her very long and they met by pure chance alone. She was difficult, indecisive, confused, and involved with another man, but he loved her. . . god help him, he loved her, he had no doubt in his mind about that. All her complications were outweighed by what she meant to him; by how she made him feel by doing even the smallest thing. He took another sip, his mood darkening like the sky above him. . .