Blue Lines Blog – #PhotoADayMay – Day 6 – You

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The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

New To You Music Sundays – Nabiha – “You”

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The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

What I Learned Sundays – No Pain

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Part of what I’ll use for next weeks post, it just did not fit the piece.

I walked in and looking at you and saw the last thing I ever wanted to. Eyes moist and full of sadness, my heart began to break and I, resolved in earlier thought, jovially did something unorthodox. But something was broken, and I could not fix it and then hugged you. My current problems meant nothing in that moment, and never do.
That vision would haunt me.

I want for you, no pain.

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

Blue Lines Blog – Poetry – Poems – Prose

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At the end, it always damn comes back.

Broken Messes

My smile grew dim,
I saw my demise,
What I could give then,
I’m not sure I can now,
Levity,
Intelligence,
Weariness,
It’s getting old,
She said YOU always won,
True,
She said YOU’d always win.
No,
My hope for me, I can’t share,
Our space to vast,
Our wants not the same,
Our lives, too wild,
We’ll kill each other,
Because of who we are…broken…

Destruction…

I wanted to,
I needed to,
I loved to,
I didn’t believe in YOU,
I believed in YOU,
I could with YOU,
I realized I’m destroying YOU,

YOU’re not for me,
YOU’re my Twin,
YOU’re bad for me…us,
YOU can’t love me,
YOU’d settle for me,
YOU’re destroying YOU,
YOU’re destroying me,

I’d thought we could love, but we’re broken,
I used to think we can fix,
Our
Mess
Of
Us…

Our lives intersected,
Thrice,
Does it die hear,
Do we die later on…

Do we fix?

Truth
I looked back at what I thought,
YOU looked back at what I said,
I looked at actions,
Inconsistency is what we were,
I knew I didn’t, but hoped I still could,
How do two matching pieces not fit,
Our dreams and wishes were in different places,
YOU missed,
I missed YOU,
…
…
…
Not me…

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

Blue Lines Blog – New Prose – “YOU” Words Provided By Mary B.

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YOU fill my cup halfway,
I have to give YOU more credit,
Allowing YOU the oblivious,
When I know, YOU know it all,
YOU know…it’s obvious,
I thought…
I need to believe YOU,
I’m afraid YOU don’t believe me,
“You suck,” was all YOU could reply,
“I didn’t surprise YOU,” was my reply,
What we have is a mess,
A little too REAL,
The future…not promised,
Now…what it is,
My heart reserved, cautious,
YOUr heart…not yet mine,
Little by little we step,
All for disjointed goals,
YOUr face stains my memories,
My words stain YOUr brain,
It has…
My heart…YOUrs…possibly,
YOUrs…we’ll see.

The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.

What I Learned Sundays – Children and Adults

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Opening with a very brief excerpt from Blue Lines Chapter 13: Beauty In Blue And White. (currently page 135)

“Blue closed his eyes, and she understood that he knew the truth in her simple words. Exhaling, he looked toward the idyllic hues of the orange and red leaves that still hung on to the last life of the fleeting summer. He knew that on the eve of their passing, a virgin love was being born between to souls who were occupying the right space at the perfect time. With Keypsiia’s girlish grin still wide, she closed her eyes and looked skyward to accept the warmth of the sun that seemed to caress her. She smiled at the emancipation of her words, and with thoughts of the frightening, unknown love that separated them from the world now.”

Looking back at these moments between these two semi-fictional characters, an 18 year old young woman, and 20 year old young man, the innocence of this time is apparent. Both lacking in experience, and idealistic in what the future holds, and in this instance, what it holds, insofar as “love,” their “love.” A “love,” not yet spoiled by bad decisions, broken and devastated hearts, realizations that these concepts that we believe at this young age, have the opportunity to be proved wrong. “Love…” these are also the transcribed words of a young man, still in that age at that time, far different from thoughts, beliefs, and knowledge now. The problem is, when at this age you a) don’t know the difference of what you “knew” then, but learned along your travels; and b) fail to take heed of the now, versus the then.

When you look at life/events/etc., many things happen for a reason, finding that reason is a challenge in the process. What do I mean by that, well let me first preface, this post has had many directions, however working the weekend, opened a few directions, while challenging my focus in writing this post. To regain my focus, I notice repetition, I notice new experiences, and I notice the past, now repetition continues, as unhealthy as it is, new has reared its beautiful head again.

I will start with the most interesting tidbits that I learned this week. Through facebook, twitter, BlackBerry messenger, twitter, my dealings with YOU etc. my cousin and I have grown extremely close. I’ve never really thought to look into my Cuban and Latin heritage, because it is basically clearcut…or more clear-cut. I found out that my maternal great-grandparents were a Cuban and a Spaniard. A revelation that makes me look in the mirror very differently, as a Hispanic, a Caribbean Cuban Hispanic, Spaniards are looked in a certain light, and to discover that I have Spanish heritage not through rape, pillage, but an actual marriage, and that my family roots on one of the Hispanic sides cleanly reach back to Spain. I hope this statement is understood, cleanly meaning that I have something tangible that I can trace. As a Cuban, I luckily can trace my roots through Cuban and back to Africa in some respect, now this adds a layer to added family knowledge. Cuzzo, we should have the first Family Reunion in Spain, that would be a shocker!!!