Cherry Blossom Dreams

Notes: -
I am not very happy about this one, but I can't seem to fix it.
Comments would be nice, so I can try fixing it up!
^_^

The sun shone through the ancient branches,
Bright gold streaking through, illuminating the soft pink of the cherry blossoms
My eyes find you deep in concentration,
Your eyes fixated on your easel
Your hands gripping the pencil
The thin scars decorating your skin turning white
The wind picks up and elegantly the tree sheds its flowers,
Little pink butterflies dancing upon the wind
I try to imitate their grace, twirling beneath
My head tilted up toward the bright sun
My eyes closed enjoying the feel of the velvet petals
Caressing my cheeks as they begin their decent all around me
“Isn’t this the most beautiful place? Don’t you just wish we could stay here forever?”
I turn to see your eyebrows drawn in concentration
“Yep really pretty tree” you mummer back distracted.
With a final stroke from your pencil you look up at me and smile
“I’m all done, let’s get a move on”
You start to collect your things as I turn back to the Cherry Blossom tree,
Trying to commit its beauty to memory
I suddenly recall that this was my dream not yours
Yet here you are far from home in a strange country
You call to me, and I run to you taking your outstretched hand,
So warm and soft despite you’re hardships
I’m glad you’re by my side, sharing this journey with me
I could ask for no better person, my beloved brother.

Sin

Sin, the only place in Seoul where anything goes, no one cares what you do, lease of all with whom. Behind the cold steel doors of the underground club lies another world. And you’d be surprised at what happens behind closed doors far away from prying eyes. The freedom goes to your head till your almost drunk on it. You let instincts and primal lust guide you, fuck reason you don’t need it here, just let yourself enjoy. It’s a heaven for creatures of the night and those that have something to hide, a place to air out those skeletons hidden a way in your closest. You take of the mask you wear the whole day, to protect innocent eyes from the beast you really are, abandoning it at the door and indulge in your true desires, surrounded by others who feel just as pressed in as you. It’s a place where sinners like me can show their true colours.

I made my way along the edge of the club, my body swaying to the throbbing beat as my eyes roamed the wide sea of thrashing bodies covering the floor and the raised platforms spaced around the club. Pulsing lights flashed sporadically through out the club piercing through the dimness, setting shadowy faces aglow. As soon as the five of us walked through the thick blood red curtain separating the dance floor from the lobby, we spilt up. Jae dragged of Yunho to find a nice corner were they could dance the night away in each others arms, trapped in their own world, only resurfacing when the time for them to take their leave came knocking.
Our youngest Min, darted off as quick a lighting prompting Junsu to follow him in case he got himself in trouble like he usually does. But apparently the youth had given Junnie the slip as I looked up from my place at the edge of the dance floor and spotted him, his tall lanky form sandwiched between two hot twins, both chicks extremely scantly clad. He caught my eye and gestured me to join in, a wide grin plastered on his face, clearly enjoying himself with the ladies. Damn, that kid was starting to take on my abandoned role, the playboy of the group. I waved him off before continuing on my path, passing by two girls that were slithering against each other, the taller girl leaning in occasionally to place light kisses on the smaller one’s lips. A group of guys, clearly first timers at Sin, stood near by gawking at the girls.

I reached the far wall of the club, and spotted Jae and Yunho dancing, clearly absorbed only in one other, and I didn’t want to disturb them. I turned and pushed my self into the crowd of dancers, and began to fight my way toward the closest platform. Hands stroked at my arms, shoulders and back, some daring to go further down to my ass. Both women and men sent me welcoming smiles, eyes racking over my trim body, their hands reaching for me, begging me to come dance with them.
I managed to get on to the platform and immediately a woman clad in red silk that clung to her like a second skin showing off her curves approached me. A seductive smirk played on her lips as I surveyed her.

“Like what you see handsome” she purred. I had to admit she was sexy, long dark hair cascading down her exposed back, her pale skin illuminated by the club lights. My sweat soaked shirt clung to my body giving her a nice view of my toned stomach, which her hungry eyes feasted upon. She reached out to trail her fingers down my chest, sliding down to the top of the waistband of my jeans. Hooking her fingers through my belt loops she jerked me closer to her. Her hand quickly snaked up to unbutton the top four buttons on my shirt before she circled me, a lioness admiring her prey, her red lacquered fingernails skimming the breath of my shoulders.
I felt her hot breath behind my ear whispering a quick, “Come dance with me” before she came round to press the full length of her body against mine, her leg slipping in between my thighs. With a quick peck on my cheek she pulled away, motioning with her index finger, trying to reel me in, make me come to her. The player buried deep inside of me reared his head begging me to oblige her. There was a time were I would have played with her a bit at the club before following her home and fucking her all night, then creep away like the shadows of the night as dawn approached. But there it is, the key word -‘Was’. I gave her a smile before spinning around and walking off the platform. I bet she was pretty disappointed, but she’d find another more willing catch to please her, I was already taken.

I headed toward the booths at the end of the dance floor, trying my best to doge the groping hands, yet I still got molested quite a bit. Guess I should take that as a compliment, I’m that irresistible. Scanning the crowd once again I found a familiar face. A young girl with a pixie cut was sitting atop a table; legs crossed surveying the scene before her with dark eyes that lit up as they found me. I smiled at her, she was a regular at the club and we had danced together a couple of times. I saw her jerk her chin in the direction her friend, a girl with wavy brown hair standing next to her was staring fixatedly at. I sent a wink her way and mouthed a ‘thank you’, which she dismissed with an elegant wave of her hand, her smirk clearly saying ‘just go have fun’.
I quickly made my way in the direction she had pointed out and finally found the person I was looking for. I stared at the angel dancing in front of me, hips swaying to the beat, lost in the pleasure of the music such an erotically charged vision to watch. I crept up behind Junsu wrapping my arms around his waist, pulling his back against my chest. He didn’t flinch recognizing my touch.
“What took you so long Yoochun” he murmured as I swayed, getting a feel for the music. He turned in my arms, his lower lip jutting out to form a pout.
“Stop pretending to be innocent Su-ah” I growled out playfully and he responded by backing away and smacking me on the head.
“You’re the pervert that corrupted me Chunnie-ah”
“Ya ya whatever” I muttered pushing my sweat drenched hair out of my face,
“Now shut up and dance with me, that’s why we’re here right?” An evil smirk made its appearance on his face as his hands reached out to rest on my hips. My own hand reached toward him to caress his face, returning the smile he graced me with.

Junsu and I were best friends; we knew each other inside and out. But every thing changed, one day under a gray-cloaked sky with rain pouring around us, the day he kissed me. Needless to say I was shocked, I mean we’re both guys, but that one kiss stirred up feelings that I struggled to fight, we both fought. We tried to stay away from each other and our friends took notice. Around about this time Jae and Yunho told us they were going out and upon finding out the cause of the fight between Junnie and I, Jae made it his duty to help us sort through our muddled feelings. He told me he’d always thought we’d make a good couple. Eventually I got sick of fighting, sure why not try it out, experiment a little. But Jae was right strangely enough, it seemed like we were meant for each other, now I couldn’t live with out him. Min was a little upset that his hyungs were gay, but we all came to realize that that wasn’t it. I was a total womanizer, and that part of me still lurks in the shadows, but I can never be attracted to another man, it’s just Junsu.
Only he can make me smile with his signature laughter. Only he can warm my chilly skin with his soft touch. Only he can entice me with his sweet kisses. Only he can drive me wild with his moans as I pound into him. Only my Su.
“Hey! Earth to Park Yoochun!” Su’s voice broke through my musings.
“Sorry babe, just zoned out” I grinned sheepishly.
“Hmm well if you find me boring I guess I can remedy that”. I started to protest but his lips on mine swallowed my words. He danced closer to me, his hips rolling up into my crotch and I heard him let out a sexy little moan. My hands dropped to his infamous kamo butt, pushing him closer to me as we ground against each other. The urge to rip his clothes of him crawled up on me and it took all the self-control I could muster to resist. Quickly I grabbed his hand and started tugging him toward the exit.
“Wha…what are you doing!” he squeaked out in surprise, his hand clasping mine non-the less.
“I’m taking you home so we can finish what we started in the privacy of our bedroom that’s what.”
“What was that Yoochun hyung?” Min popped up in front of us blocking our way.
“Jun and I are leaving, you make sure you find Jae and Yunho and come home with them” I ordered him, in a hurry to leave.
“And you better not be drunk cuz I’m gonna kill you if Jae and Yunho make us come and help them haul your sorry ass up the stairs. Seriously Min your too tall, you’re a freak of nature!” Junsu called out over his shoulder as I yanked on his arm to make him move faster.

Loving Junsu maybe a sin, and I might possibly go to hell for that, but right now I just don’t give a damn. I’ll get my fill of heaven right here on earth, just by being with Junsu. As we quickly ambled up the steps away from the club Junnie tried to pull his hand free of mine. The gesture reminded me that we were no longer under the protection of the club; time to put our masks back on. But for one second I refused the inevitable, I pulled him closer ignoring his protests and kissed him full out right there in public, sucking the air out of him, taking in the sweet taste that belonged to him and only him. Granted it was around 4 in the morning and there was practically no one around, but it still felt good. I wish we didn’t have to hide, I wish our love wasn’t looked upon as sin. Looking into Junsu’s eyes I can see he felt the same way. He grabbed my elbow and tugged me in the direction of a cab parked at the curb. So we hurry along desperate for each other, desperate to give into our forbidden love, desperate to live a life of sin.



Note – In Korea they sometimes put ‘–ah’ at the end of people’s names, it’s commonly used among close friends to address each other.
Hyung means big brother, a younger man usually addresses older men in this way.

Your Guardian Angel

Notes :-
This is a piece I started a while back.
It's clearly unfinished but I thought I'd put it up for the heck of it.
If I end up finishing it I'll be sure to put up the rest
So here's 'Your Guardian Angel' -

She stood in front of him, her sapphire eyes glaring up at him as he yelled at her. “You’re a disgrace to us all! How could you let that happen to her? You were supposed to protect her!”
“Well she should have paid more attention! She can’t depend on me for the rest of her life!” she shot back. “Scarlet! You were her guardian! It’s your job to protect her” Demerits sighed, “When are you going to learn.” Fighting back tears she met his eyes “Maybe I never will” she wheeled around, ignoring the calls of her name, and fled to the only place she knew she would be free from all this.

xxxx

Ethan looked up into the vast night sky, loosing himself in the sight of the sparking stars. As he gazed at the breath-taking scene he saw a start plummet. “A falling angel …” he muttered remembering what his grandmother would say when she saw a falling star. Shaking the memory away he clutched his coat a little closer to him and started on his way home.

xxxx

Scarlet took in her surroundings with wide eyes. She was sitting in a park, the darkness broken only by the dim light coming from a lamppost a few feet away from her. The cold night air blew harshly against her and the light white dress she wore was unable to fend it off. She shuddered violently and unable to take it anymore, she hung her head down and let the tears streak silently down her face, her dark hair forming a curtain around her face. “Hey are you aright?” she looked up quickly, startled by the voice to see a boy with spiky brown hair and a look of genuine concern on his handsome face. Sapphire clashed with amber as their eyes met. Scarlet found herself smothered by the intensity in his warm eyes. “Well?” he asked, she shook her head in an attempt to clear it “I don’t…I don’t know” was her breathless reply, and it was true, she didn’t know anything anymore. A particularly cold gust blew and another violent shiver rocked her small frame and she drew up her arms around her in a futile attempt to protect herself. Ethan took of his coat and draped it gently across her shoulders. She jumped at the contact “Won’t you be cold?” she whispered. “I got this one,” he said pointing to the black hoddie he had on, a small smile on his lips. “Now come on” he said holding a hand out to her “I’m talking you home” With those words her head dropped back down, “I don’t have a home anymore” a tear streaked down her face and she quickly wiped it away. Ethan surveyed the girl, her face was paled from the bitter cold, unshed tears glistened in her eyes, her dark hair tangled from the wind. He had no choice; he couldn’t just leave her there. “Okay up you get” he bent down and lifted her, placing her on her feet. “Wha…” she started but was silenced by his finger on her lips “Your coming home with me, and don’t bother refusing, I can easily carry you” his lips pulling up into a smile. Too exhausted to protest Scarlet just nodded her head and let him put his arm around her and lead her away.

White Rose Tinted Red

This was her day

The brightest day of her dark life
Walking down the narrow isle clad in white lace
That cascaded down her smooth legs,
She felt a clam wash over her like a gentle wave
Stilling the butterflies fluttering within her
Golden ribbons of sunlight dance across her fair face
Illuminating her mocha eyes, rimed red from recent tears

The soft clatter of the piano plays in the distance
As she makes her way to him, her knight in shining armour
The one who would rescue her from her tormented past
Her eyes find him waiting patiently for her, her man of steel
She reaches for him grasping him almost desperately
His chill, like ice smothering her warmth
A smile glimmers across her face as they are joined
Pure white kissed by crimson red
Reality shimmers in and out of focus as he takes from her
And she complies, giving willingly to her saviour.

She feels herself being lifted away on angel’s immaculate wings
Leaving a fragile, broken body and a bloody blade behind

Yes, this was certainly her day of redemption

What makes art good or bad?

Art is everywhere, it is the music we listen to, the drawings we draw, the dances we dance and even the movies we watch. But what makes art good or bad? It is a hard question to answer and in my opinion I think that one can judge art on if it accomplishes what the intended purpose was but mainly people judge art based on their personal perception.

Any art form has some sort of guideline or rules. For writing you have to make sure your grammar is correct, if the piece has a theme you need to stick with it and try not to deviate. For example if your told to write something happy or bright and your story ends up dark and depressing, it does not accomplish what the intended theme was. So when looking at it as a happy piece it fails to be good. In music you have notes, in order to play good music you need to learn to use those notes effectively to play a certain song or create your own. Even with dance, different types of dance have different moves, and if you effectively execute the choreography your dance will be good. Of course all art forms need emotion and passion to make it truly good. If you can feel the emotion a writer puts into his or her book, or the passion of a dancer your more likely to find it good. But to truly appreciate the work of art one must posses some knowledge of its technicalities. It’s not that someone who has for example no experience painting cannot appreciate a good painting, it’s just that they won’t be able to comprehend the effort that when to paint it when compared to someone who paints at that level themselves.

Your personal perception and what you’ve experienced though life also plays a role in judging whether art is good or bad. Everyone has his or her own personality, for example, some one that’s very cheerful may not enjoy a darker piece of work and so my label it as bad. It also depends on what you like, if a work of art is based on a topic you enjoy you are more likely to say it’s good. An example would be someone who likes horses would find a story about horses good, compared to someone who hates horses, though the story maybe well written.

To me judging art is very personal, there can never be a universal standard by which one can judge art, as it’s a work of expression. There maybe be guidelines but a lot of the subject matter is left to the artist’s discretion. One person may like something the other won’t because they both have different perceptions of the piece.

Forever Mine

Mariko pushed her dark glasses higher up her nose, her gloved hand reaching out for her cup to take a sip of black coffee. All the while her eyes remained fixated on the male sitting at the other end of the café. Brown eyes followed the movement of his hand through his spiky sandy brown hair, down to his light green eyes crinkled with laughter, and traced the elegant bridge of his nose, till they landed on his lips, those lips that could drive her wild. She watched his right hand reach out to caress the face of the woman he was with, a move that was painfully familiar, because he had done the same thing to her on countless occasions. She held her breath as she watched him lean over, slowly as if he was purposely trying to torment her, to touch his lips gently to woman’s pink ones. Mariko felt her heart give a painful shudder in her chest.
She’d known what to expect when she had followed her boyfriend to this quaint little café, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of life in a big city. Yet seeing it really brought the out of focus picture into clarity. Jason was cheating on her. After the initial realization hit, she strangely felt devoid of any emotion, even as she watched him stand up with the woman, wrap his arm around her slim waist and lead her towards the door. Maybe it was the fact that she’d lived through this before that prevented her from feeling the anger or even the sadness that came with such a betrayal. All she felt as she sat there was cold and empty, no tears filled her eyes. She had seen the backs of too many walk out the door, never to return. Her father left when she was 13, her mother died soon after, leaving her alone to fend for herself, even her past lovers had all left her, one for another guy. And it wasn’t enough to just leave, they had to take all she had to give them, and then leave her used and broken on the floor, to clean up the mess they left behind, like a shattered glass and spilt water. She’d always pick herself up eventually, but the scars never completely heal. Yet after all that, she kept putting herself out there, and she was finally tired of it.
Jason was not going anywhere; she loved him too much to let him walk out on her. She would make him see, he wouldn’t be able to leave her even if he tried.

xxxx

The violent storm raged on outside as Mariko let Jason in, a smile playing on her lips. After locking the front door, she spun around and walked up to him, hips swaying in a seductive motion, a devious glint in her eyes. He reached out and pulled her into his arms, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “I missed you today” he whispered against her lips, his hands snaking around her waist, bringing her closer to him. “Really now, were you thinking about me the whole day?” she quizzed, shaking out her long black locks. “Of course” he grinned.
The soft kisses turned heated as he backed her up against the kitchen counter, his hand trailing a path of warmth up her arm to cup the back of her neck in order to deepen the kiss. She felt him push himself against her molding her smaller form to his. They fit so perfectly; how could he be so blind to that fact. Mariko pulled away from the kiss breathless, as Jason’s lips moved lower to place butterfly kisses on her collarbone. “Jason?” she whispered his name as her hands found their way into his hair. “Hmm” he hummed against her skin. “Do you really love me?” she questioned pulling his face up so she could look him in the eye. “You know I do Ko” was his reply as he bent down to nibble on her bottom lip “You shouldn’t have to ask” “So this is forever?” she persisted, pushing him away, her eyes searching his for the truth, “Forever Koko.”
She let him claim her lips once more in a bruising kiss. She knew he was lying, she could tell by the way his eyes never totally met hers, rather they flicked down constantly to her red lips. She could see almost the lust clouding his eyes as he spoke the words, which would make her bend to his will. But she would make those words true soon enough. She untangled her right hand from his hair and reached behind her for the handcuffs hidden under a newspaper on the kitchen counter.

xxxx

The sound of the phone ringing was the only thing that shattered the early morning silence. Mariko took her time making her way to the phone, hoping the caller would just give up.
“Hello?” She answered.
“Hey Mari? It’s Lonnie” It took her a second to recall the gruff voice of Jason’s best friend.
“Oh hey! How’s it going, I haven’t seen you in a while” she kept her voice cheerful but her fingers drummed on the table in front of her with impatience.
“I’m good. You don’t happen to know where Jason is, do you? We were supposed to meet up for drinks, but it seems like he stood me up”
Her eyes narrowed at his words, yet her voice remained cheerful as she responded.
“Oh yaa Jason’s over here at my place. I suppose he forgot to call a head to tell you he took sometime off to spend with me. I’d go get him for you, but he’s a little tied up at the moment. I’ll tell him to call you later k?” Mariko smirked at her choice of words,
“Ohh okay fine I’ll…” A loud thumping interrupted the conversation, wiping the smirk off her face “Mari you okay? What’s that noise?”
Mariko shot a quick glance at her bedroom door before replying, “It’s nothing to worry about, something must have fallen that’s all. Listen I’ll talk to you later okay? Goodbye now”
With out waiting for a reply she hung up, moving quickly to grab the silver knife sitting on the coffee table. She made her way toward the sound of the thumping, dragging the blade along the wall, revelling in the scratching sound it emitted. The thumping ceased as she drew closer to the door, pushing it out of her way. With a flick of the light switch the darkness dispersed, revelling the chaotic mess her bedroom was in. Red smears decorated the walls, her possessions were scattered around the room. Mariko’s eyes fell upon the bed, where Jason lay, striped down to his black Calvin Klein, a mixture of blood, sweat and tears drew their patterns down his face, Mariko’s own handy work with the knife decorated his skin. He turned his wide eyes toward her, and struggled against his bonds, incoherent noises fought their way out from his gagged mouth.
“Hey baby” Mariko called out, a seductive tone to her voice as she made her way towards the bed. Her fingers found his bare skin, causing Jason to wince as they trailed over the cuts that marred his body.
“You know Jason, I really love you,” she said, now trailing the blade up his chest, coming to a halt over his heart “Yet it seems that I’ve lost your heart. Where is it Jason? Who took it from me?” she looked him in the eyes before pressing the knife deeper against his flesh drawing blood. His eyes closed in pain as he struggled to escape.
“You really should stop squirming honey, you won’t last very long if you don’t” she muttered in to his ear before planting a kiss on his blooded cheek. She grabbed the blood-drenched blanket and tossed it off the bed before scooting closer to Jason. “All I wanted was for us to be together forever. Is that such an unreasonable request?” she asked, as she watched his eyes flutter, the last of his strength fading. She clutched the knife closer, placing the tip against her forearm.
“Now we can, right Jay?” in a quick motion she drew the knife down, watching as it drew a deep red line down her arm, contrasting against her pale skin. She looked up at Jason whose eyes were closed “That’s right baby, just go to sleep.” She untied his hands and removed the gag then rested her head against his still chest, feeling drowsy.
She wrapped her arm around his torso pulling him close to her. “Nothing can take you from me now” she whispered placing a light kiss on his lifeless lips. “Forever mine” she whispered before closing her eyes and letting the promise of sleep and an eternal darkness envelop her.

The Reminder

The strip of black lay snugly against her white porcelain skin,
The little silver heart dangling at the end was cold against her flesh.
It served as a constant reminder of what was and
Of what could never be again
The sapphire stone embedded in the silver heart
Twinkled like his eyes would, whenever he smiled his crooked smile
The soft velvet material felt like his gentle lips, caressing her skin
The memories flickered through her mind
And silent tears streaked down her face
The engraved vines around the cold metal heart
Felt like they were crushing her own broken one
The black velvet seemed to tighten around her thin neck
The choker staying true to its name, choked her
The velvet turned coarse, the sapphire stone dull
She clawed the cursed thing off.
She didn’t need reminding.