Post by pottypirate on Aug 1, 2007 15:59:49 GMT -5
Ok this is the Piece i wrote for the August competition. The song is 'Can't catch tomorrow (good shoes won't save you this time)' - Lostprophets, you asked for unusual so thats what you got. Its a bit darker than what i normally write but i kind like it. i did base it on the lyrics of the song.
its a bit weird but i hope you like it.
Can't catch tomorrow (good shoes won't save you this time)
Orlando Bloom paced his hotel room, the old floor boards creaked underneath his posh dinner shoes as the rain tapped hard against the window. The weather seem to reflex his mood as silent tears ran down his face. How many times had he paced the floor, even he didn't know, he didn't even care. Pacing had become a hobby throughout his time on the set of Pirates of the Caribbean, it helped him think, relax and forget his troubles. He'd trod the same path every night in his room since 'he' had barged his life in to his life. Stealing the only girl he'd ever care about from right beneath his finger tips. How he wished he'd of reached a little further, taken her when he had the chance. He cursed himself for it everyday of his life, Screaming every time he was woken from his nightmares by the vivid picture of Keira being dragged away from him by the man who ruined everything.
They were out tonight. Rupert and Keira, Keira and Rupert. The thought turned his stomach inside out and tore his heart to shreds. He couldn't bare the thought of him touching her, her perfect smooth skin being marked by his filthy fingers, crawling all over her body in ways Orlando didn't want to imagine. He remembered when he got to hold her, nothing dirty, nothing possessive about it, just love. Love was the only thing he felt when he was with her. She of course didn't know how much he wanted it to be more. More then just a friendly cuddle, more then just a quick peck on the cheek. he wanted so much more.
He heard laughing on the floor below. She was back, but she had him with her he could hear the drunken fool making a mockery out of Keira from here. He slumped on to his empty bed listening to the voices below. He used to make her laugh like that. Make her hold on to him she was laughing so much. The door slammed downstairs, he could imagine Rupert leading her to the bed for 'a good time' his hand gripping hers like a vice, not letting her go back to the man who loved her. His eyes closed on the image.
"I'm sure I used to hold your hand"
No amount of pacing would help him forget, Good shoes won't save him this time.
'I'm sure I've played this scene before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I'm sure I used to hold your hand'
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I'm sure I used to hold your hand'
its a bit weird but i hope you like it.
Can't catch tomorrow (good shoes won't save you this time)
Orlando Bloom paced his hotel room, the old floor boards creaked underneath his posh dinner shoes as the rain tapped hard against the window. The weather seem to reflex his mood as silent tears ran down his face. How many times had he paced the floor, even he didn't know, he didn't even care. Pacing had become a hobby throughout his time on the set of Pirates of the Caribbean, it helped him think, relax and forget his troubles. He'd trod the same path every night in his room since 'he' had barged his life in to his life. Stealing the only girl he'd ever care about from right beneath his finger tips. How he wished he'd of reached a little further, taken her when he had the chance. He cursed himself for it everyday of his life, Screaming every time he was woken from his nightmares by the vivid picture of Keira being dragged away from him by the man who ruined everything.
They were out tonight. Rupert and Keira, Keira and Rupert. The thought turned his stomach inside out and tore his heart to shreds. He couldn't bare the thought of him touching her, her perfect smooth skin being marked by his filthy fingers, crawling all over her body in ways Orlando didn't want to imagine. He remembered when he got to hold her, nothing dirty, nothing possessive about it, just love. Love was the only thing he felt when he was with her. She of course didn't know how much he wanted it to be more. More then just a friendly cuddle, more then just a quick peck on the cheek. he wanted so much more.
He heard laughing on the floor below. She was back, but she had him with her he could hear the drunken fool making a mockery out of Keira from here. He slumped on to his empty bed listening to the voices below. He used to make her laugh like that. Make her hold on to him she was laughing so much. The door slammed downstairs, he could imagine Rupert leading her to the bed for 'a good time' his hand gripping hers like a vice, not letting her go back to the man who loved her. His eyes closed on the image.
"I'm sure I used to hold your hand"
No amount of pacing would help him forget, Good shoes won't save him this time.
