Jessica Desplenter
Stories (3/0)
I Am Old, but Spring Is Here
I am old. I feel it in the creaking of my bones, the way the wind whips through me on a cold winter's night. But today it is spring, and the sunshine fills my gaps like a warm orange putty of glowing light. My glasses, usually dim and dull, seem to create their own luminescence... Some of my panes are darkened and opaque, others are translucent and bright, and that Mr. Golden Sun plays my glass like a keyboard, bringing life to what hasn't always been so lifeless. My words are heard at last, shouting my messages in clear white, bold fonts. And that blue sky, oh that multifaceted, sea-turquoise, unreal sky... I've never seen anything like it. Even the rusty parts of my exterior, worn from years and years of weathering, shine pale-white with the overexposure. The ivy that wraps me is no longer gnarled and rough, but instead hugs my curves and is given new depth.
By Jessica Desplenter6 years ago in Poets
Into the Twilight
The raindrops "pit-pitung"ed against the metal drainpipe, tiny gunshots in the silence of the night. It was as though the clouds were sending me Morse codes messages, each dit and dah falling from the sky in a beautiful cacophonous symphony. I wished I could still decode these messages, I'm sure the song would have been entrancing.
By Jessica Desplenter7 years ago in Poets
Songs to Savor
I don't know about you, but I listen to music practically 24/7. I enjoy having a soundtrack to my day, something to keep my story driving on. Whether it be listening to "Sh Boom" while cooking pasta, the Mamma Mia soundtrack while speed-walking to class in the morning, or a classic Beatles tune while putting my laundry away, music plays a huge role in my life.
By Jessica Desplenter7 years ago in Beat