Young Vincent and I

How would it feel to be toured or just to end the day with a historical person that you admire? If not admire, someone who you think you should know more?

Flashing back to the past, in the 19th century is where I met a young Vincent Willem Van Gogh. A thirteen year old lad in the town of Zundert in Netherlands is currently playing with paints on the sidewalk. Curious. I watched him until he felt paranoid and turned his back to me. Questioning glares were thrown back to me. He looked at me in a distinctive way.

"Have I done something to catch your attention? Or is it just that you think that I'm a queer boy or sort of bizarre kid?" A cold tone was what I heard from him.

"No not at all." I gave him a friendly smile. "In fact I find your work somewhat ravishing. Unique."

   He finally met my eyes and his eyes somewhat brightened. 

"What lives in art and is eternally living, is first of all the painter, and then the painting." Surprised I am. A 13 year-old lad speaking such ingenious quotes as if I were like talking to an elderly.

  He left me speechless for words. I then shifted my daze to his work which seemed like a doodle and not an actual work.

"It's nice." Was all I could think of saying to him. It's someone's point-of-view overlooking at the city at night and seeing the bright stars and the moon in a cool and breezy looking night.

"Starry, Starry Night" I murmured.

"That's a nice title. I could use that." Vincent stood beside me. "Say. Would you want a tour?" The young lad that seemed to be older than me because of his actions suggested he'd tour me around.

We started walking. 

"Where's your place?" I curiously asked.

"Our house is at Main Street, Markt 29." Not being familiar with Netherlands (especially in the 19th century) i just nodded.

We reached our destination. I stumbled upon two buildings.

"This is our house over here." He walks to were the door is.

"What about that tall red building over there? Is it another house of yours?" I persistently asked.

"Van Gogh's church." He blankly said.

"Vincent, brought a friend?" A somewhat older looking Vincent stood in front of us.

"Theo, this is..."

"Kim" I smiled. "Nice meeting you."

"And she's no friend. I just met her a while ago at Breda." Breda? Perhaps it's the place where I saw him.

"But my dear brother, it is unusual for you to be talking to strangers. Is it not." His brother Theo seems to be nice.

Vincent pauses. It made him think of what his brother just said.

"I guess...you're right."

We head to his room where paintings are placed everywhere. I noticed that most of them expressed too much emotion. Such opaque colours were used.

"Sad." Vincent started. "All my paintings depicts my feelings. When I feel such pain throbbing my heart I always pick a brush and just paint my heart out."

The day ended with Vincent and I talking about his paintings. One-by-one. I didn't got bored since art is art and I love art. What bothered me was the way he makes his paintings. Full of agonizing stories. It seems like he has made a future for himself since he tends to isolate his self from the others unconsciously. What if I was his friend? What would happen to the so called Aloof and Queer child of the Van Gogh family. 

What I've noticed. Most of us; yes including me, artists find it hard to express ourselves through words. Instead we take a pencil or a brush and start making something. I guess, I just feel like I can explain things more through what my mind sees. There's just something words can't completely adhere. Just like what Einstein said - "Imagination is more important than Knowledge."

There's a U in Music

Music is like our soul

It has always been our very own

From birth till now we all know

That we can't live without knowing so

There is a U in music

And we all think of it that way

Without music it's not okay

And know it wouldn't complete our day

Music is apart of us

And I bet we all know that

Listening to it makes our heart fat

By giving us inspirational stuff

Music can really inspire

And it can't make you bored or tired

'Cause it's like it can make you respired

So our souls would not get expired

Music is in you and me
It's in every people we see
It has even made us wild and free
So take out your headphones and listen to me

Romeo and Juliet with a Twist

     Putting a twist in the tragic story of Romeo and Juliet is somewhat hard for me. First and foremost, what is a comic relief? How do I even come up with such a humorous situation that everyone would seem to enjoy and have that feeling that it was worth it. Well I remember when Ma'am May once said that when you're a born joker you don't have to exert effort to make everyone laugh or something like that. Easier said than done, for my case.

     Romeo was about to take the poison which was placed on the table. Not knowing that there were two bottles he took the blue colored one and took off. On his way there Paris was uncontrollably crying his eye out that he even wept on the ground were Juliet's body lies.
 In minutes Romeo come's to the scene where Paris is. Paris was currently holding a crowbar when Romeo came.

Romeo: Speak nothing of the truth! What lies beyond, is it true?

Paris: I believe ye is Romeo? Are you not ? I blame all that has happened to you!

     Paris attacks Romeo with a crowbar, he didn't even bother to get his sword. But as he runs to Romeo he trips over his sword that fell a while ago. He rolls over to Romeo's feet and gets up while raising the crowbar over his head and falls again backwards.

Romeo: Are we to start the duel or not?

Paris: I surrender. Thou cannot withstand this any longer. Romeo my dear, the truth is, it is you whom I love!

Romeo: Paris all this commotion is getting in to you - 

Paris: I beg thee to not speak anymore, such harsh words might tremble thy fragile heart of mine.

Romeo steps backwards as he crossed his eyebrows and looked at Paris' peculiar actions.
But then Paris throws his crowbar hitting the ground where Juliet's coffin is.

Juliet: Oh my. Has it been time yet?

Juliet tries to kick her way out and because of that the ground above her seemed to move which caused Romeo's attention.

Romeo: My Lady!

Romeo swiftly runs forth to Juliet and helps her out. But then Paris starts to shout things about him uncontrollably which made Juliet feel glad that she never fell in love with such a questionable person.

Paris: I cannot withstand this! Hence forth I shall leave you both but be warned my beloved Romeo, I am like a shadow that follows ye when the sun is high and at night when the moon is full. Well bon voyage!

Juliet: That was a bit awkward do you agree not ?

Romeo: Ay. And a bit creepy for my situation.

The Capulet's and Montague's arrive as they here the outrageous story from Paris. The Apothecary was also on his way by that time.

Capulet: Juliet step away from that horrid thing!

Montague: You watch your words!

Foul words came out from both families. Romeo and Juliet then decided to commit suicide to end the senseless fight between the feuding families. 

Romeo drank the solution that was in the small blue jar. It was already a second too late before they could stop Romeo from drinking the what they thought was poison.

Apothecary: My Lord stop!

Romeo coughs hardly and throws the bottle away. Juliet pats Romeo at the back.

Romeo: What foul taste! What was that?

Apothecary: That was my Horse's urine your majesty, it was supposed to be used for some sort of experiment.

Romeo: My word, next time do be careful of what you hand me!

Friar Lawrence then enters and explains everything to the feuding family and tries to stitch everything up.

Capulet: Terribly sorry dear friend. Here is your toy wooden train that I snatched away from you before.

Montague: Keep it as a peace offering.

Capulet: Thank you. I shouldn't have stolen this before from ye. Though I am truly happy that we're even.

Montague: True, let's us never fight again.

The whole misunderstanding finished and the two families became one big happy family. They had promised to themselves to never fight over choo - choo the train ever again.

     The comic relief I've just made wasn't that convincing. But I do hope it did make you laugh, even if it was a second of giggle. I think making the story turn into a humorous one doesn't quite fit the whole plot. I would still prefer the tragic ending that made me amazed and gave me inspiration to not always make my stories a happily ever after. But I must say it is sort of fun putting a twist in Romeo and Juliet.