February 2012
2 posts
"So This is the Stair Where I Always Stop"
The plan is always to beat myself to the punch; I’m always going to finish what I started before I decide to give up. It’s like I expect that after an unspecified amount of time, whatever motivation I’m working with will detonate, destroying some project or idea, and I’ll be left with a charred piece of something I once believed in. As one might imagine, this is a very...
January 2012
4 posts
"Thus Conscience Does Make Cowards of Us All"
Guess what. Trooper yet lives.
So, in my last post I wrote concerning how torn up I was about having to give him to a place that might kill him. Well, at the end of the day I just couldn’t do it. I don’t know if anyone else saw that coming; odds are that everyone did but me. I, personally, was surprised. I tend to think that I’m capable of doing the logical thing if I really...
The Time for Sleep is Now/ It's Nothing to Cry...
I suppose the past few weeks have been interesting. Plenty of good things, a few bad things, and the occasional thing that simply confuses me. Such is life, and it’s still good.
Yesterday, of the various things in life that were experienced, one stood out, and that was sadness. It’s all because of a cat, or really it’s all because of me, or maybe it’s all because of things...
Wanna Hear About the Bus Again?
{Look! I updated twice in two weeks! }
School has begun again, which means I get to adventure on the campus shuttle early in the morning and late in the evening for the next 18 weeks. I’ve mostly gotten used to this, and I’ve actually come to enjoy it. I’ve met people on the bus, and I’ve had fun conversations with strangers before. As quiet as I am, I’m even...
Busy - A Riveting Story on How I Destroyed a Corn...
I sometimes think that blogs are the invention of an invisible faeri people that feed off of the guilt of human bloggers who never update said blogs. This is of course outrageous and fanciful to think and that is probably why I enjoy thinking it. [I’m sure you all missed me and my nonsense, very much].
I’m here to say [as bloggers often do before their inevitable downfall to the faeries,...
December 2011
1 post
Light Up, or The Way Things Do Change
You light up
From the inside
A chorus of laughter follows on the edge the night
You light up
A false fire this time
Kindle in the growing pyre, building for a fight
We won’t be here tomorrow
I sometimes dream this in the day
Close my eyes through all the noise
I see the way things will
The way things do change
Can you see
Any year now
Our father won’t be here to buffer the...
October 2011
4 posts
Something's Up With Jack ::
The Halloween spirit had somehow been evading me; hard as I tried, I couldn’t get excited. Perhaps it was the fact that I wouldn’t be celebrating on Halloween day, or that school was being so stressful, or even the lack of consistently cool weather; but the month of October seemed to be passing me by without even the slightest hint that a holiday was coming up. Assignments and project...
Un Momento ::
I’d forgotten how pretty bubbles could be in the sunlight. Outside, they rushed away, and to me they looked like childhood. More than that, they looked like the moments that we forget to have; the moments that disregard responsibility, disregard time— with its constant reminder that we’re simply not doing enough— and disregard ‘age’. These are moments of play; play that’s not productive, enjoys...
It's Beautiful Out There ::
The flower of winter was on the air today;
Painted gold, then the sun went to rest early,
Did you feel it? Softer than velvet, so gentle,
Sweet and fragile as spun sugar,
Young and full of hope, turning,
Twirling,
Running through fields, through hair, through doors,
Did you know the season was changing?
She’s changing again.
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I try to find ways to call the breeze to me ::
There’s a breeze that stops time. Sometimes She comes in the summer, and also in the autumn, but in the winter She sweeps over and lingers by a kitchen’s warmth when dinner is cooking and the streets at dusk are quiet. The arms on the clock stop, and no one notices… the clock won’t stop if we are looking at it, it’s just how the magic works; and She doesn’t come to visit us if we are watching and...
September 2011
7 posts
So Late That It's Early :::
I’m sitting in my bedroom and it’s a magical place at 1:38 AM while I’m drinking hot tea,and looking over my desk with its potted plants and the honey colored glow of strung globe lights above it; they drape over a large window that through thin glass lets in the pink of the sunset before dusk and now lets in the nightly drunken shouts of the neighbor’s family disputes. Magical. There were...
How to Make Me Dislike You ::
I like to believe that I genuinely ‘like’ most people if not ‘tolerate’ them. Well, the world dissolves our wonderful illusions about ourselves day by day, if we’re not too afraid to face life and reality. Recently, I’ve realized that there are actually people that make me so angry that I want to go hit something. I’m not talking about seriously bad people...
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Promises:
Guilt connects to everything,
Drawing lines from one thought to the next,
Every new start leaves behind an old promise,
I’ll never forget,
I have a sense of honor,
People believe me still when I speak,
But the truth is so slippery,
One wrong move, and I’ve fallen asleep,
And the words are then like lame feet,
It only takes that much to lose their belief in me,
Or so I think,
I can do...
A Remembrance ::
She once told me that I was her best friend.
I was about 16 when my parents told me that my grandmother would be coming to live with us for a few months, to give my aunt in Chicago a break for a little while. There were times when they considered having her live in a nursing home, but in the end it was family that would take care of her as the Alzheimer’s progressed.
A year prior the...
makesonehappy asked: How do you keep writing when you don't want to write anymore?
Stuck ::
The words are kind of stuck; the ones that want to be said. I used to be able to write out my thoughts, but lately I don’t feel that I have too much in the way of knowledge to offer you. It’s not that I’m learning nothing, but maybe it’s that I’ve lost focus. I used to have things to say, but the words now are kind of stuck.
...
August 2011
5 posts
Anonymous asked: why this title?
A Silly Story ::
I just felt like putting something together; been reading Hans Christian Andersen and just suddenly… had an idea? ;) It doesn’t have a title, I’m sure it can use more editing, but like I mentioned before, it’s kinda silly, maybe sappy, but here it is:
...
“People are fragile things, you should know by now, be careful what you put them...”
– Corrine Bailey Rae ~ Munich
The Taken Breath...{playing with words}
The tiny life took from the air,
Long draws to form an image,
Puffed when tired,
Rings filled its view,
And forever goes on,
But the tiny life stops,
To think on it,
Until the taking is done.
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Without a Prompter
It took a While, to say all that we had,
It’s those moments I live for that don’t live on the clock,
Words without the ticking between, words without a prompter,
It took a While, uncounted and taken like the child
Takes its fleeting youth as immeasurable and full of grace,
When we age we find the coffee drips too slow, there isn’t time,
There...
July 2011
2 posts
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I Reserve the Right to ::
It’s been one of those times again, when I’m in a constant mood of blue. It happens sometimes; kinda sneaks up on me, and it’s not always for rational or legitimate reasons. Knowing the latter, I sometimes feel even worse because my rational mind goes to war with my feelings and although it wins often enough to keep my head above water, often enough to keep me from pushing away...
A year or something; it wasn't lost ::
Ever since I made the decision to drop the Digital Media program and pursue another course of study, I’ve been questioned both by others and by myself as to whether it was the right thing to do. After all, I spent a year pining over a dream, I sacrificed time and money to take these classes, I stressed so much over the Portfolio Review that I’ve probably lost a few years from my life expectancy....
June 2011
2 posts
We Don't Need Roads Where We're Going!
I keep thinking back to Freshman year of college. Lately I’ve been more concerned with the past because I’ve got a notion that recently I must’ve changed when I wasn’t paying attention and now I must go back in time to unravel what I call, The Mystery of Now. Being preoccupied with the future is so characteristic of me that it’s become a joke; friends will say that I never...
There is no way back from here/ but I don't...
So, recently I attended my younger brother’s high school graduation. Like any graduation there were speeches at the start, the national anthem, and the shaking of hands of important strangers as the grads ceremonially left the stage and said goodbye to high school. At the end there was the throwing of hats, and of course in true LBHS Patriot style, red, white, and blue streamers falling from...
March 2011
2 posts
Hide and Seek
Our hands are instruments of courage today,
I lift them to cover my eyes,
It’s not what I see but what I don’t that grows like a shadow in the mind of a child,
I count,
And bring my hands down; you’re still standing in front of me ,
So then I ask you to put your hands over your eyes,
And count,
And understand.
Woooords Wooords Wooords, pt. Duex
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a sudden attack of silence come upon me. In such events my mind goes blank, my tongue is paralyzed and I’m left shaking my head rather than responding. It used to happen to me all the time in high school; a classmate would turn to ask me a question and suddenly I’d forget how to speak English. Looking back I’d probably give myself a diagnosis of Social...
February 2011
2 posts
I ought to be asleep but I felt like writing...
The Bridge Builder
The bridge builder yelled, reaching Orin’s ears so faintly, though not so faintly that he could’ve claimed its deterioration was corrupting the message.
“Orin, get off that railing, I didn’t design it to hold the weight of a man!”
‘There’s no place as beautiful as here.’ He said softly, not for the bridge builder’s benefit; he was only excusing himself. The bridge builder’s...
DM short story II :: Uma
Uma
I lived for those moments just before a storm. The wind would swing down into the two of us and Stan would hold me tighter; the storm couldn’t take me. A crash would send down the hands of the rain to grasp at Stan, but I was there and I’d never let it touch him.
Now cars power down the street trying to beat the rain that clings in the clouds like a stifled laugh about to slip....
January 2011
1 post
“Any time something is written against me, I not only share the sentiment but...”
– Jorge Louis Borges, “Autobiographical essay” 1970
December 2010
2 posts
Wooords, wooords, wooooords [I ramble in the open...
Words, words words…We all choose words to identify ourselves with. We are pacifists, we are rebels, we are dreamers, we are progressives, we are a girlfriend or a boyfriend, we are bums, we are students, we are hippies, we are hipsters, we are people of the city, we are fans of [name of someone/something famous goes here], we are a race, a creed, an innovator, an innovation, a drunk, a...
On Responsibility
Now that’s no way for adults to behave…
No, getting older just means more complex games,
Of running around that same old tree, till it has no leaves,
Responsibility is tired of chasing us…
[she’s slowing down, but it’s our legs that give out,]
Just wait until she get’s us, oh we’re in for it now…
November 2010
1 post
"They STOLES it from us..."
It’s like dripping ink onto wet paper; that is, searching for the words to describe where my thoughts run off to all the time. When every sound, every color, every texture takes me somewhere else, mapping out the connections I’ve made and the journey from an instance to a resulting thought becomes confounding, like a map with a hundred lines of string drawn around pegs of several colors....
October 2010
2 posts
faze-out
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. a mood totally out of sync with everyone else around you, including Friday night pensiveness and heart-to-heart snark, which are symptoms of emotional jet lag caused by an inflamed suspicion of togetherness in an age of faceless anonymity, a condition whose only known cure is to perform the zombie dance from Thriller while openly weeping, which will effectively...
Ever so Quietly
There is a very big difference between understanding-speaking-thinking the correct words and what you do silently as you understand-speak-think…. The words fall from your tongue as your eyes Quietly follow something else also falling, and that something drops into your soul and like a stone in a puddle, ripples outward, down your shoulders, through to your fingertips, and before you know it,...
August 2010
1 post
I just want to tell stories...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJqYjL4kia8&feature=related
I want to tell stories….
I want to show people the world that I see; feel it like I feel it;
Because too many people walk about calling the days ordinary and senselessly wasting their senses;
Hedonism to drown out the beauty of patience and restraint, which would otherwise teach one the value of something strong as rain on a cool and...
July 2010
10 posts
In the cool of the Morning :::
Woke up early today; intense, I know. I’m actually feeling pretty good right now considering I’ve probably only a few hours of sleep under my hat. The morning, because the sun has only been on this side of the world a few hours, is always nice and cool, so it’s refreshing compared to waking up at noon when the sun is at it’s worst, hovering hot, directly above us as if...
And the eyes roll back .....
Can’t stop loving the feel of the air today. It’s humid like it always is; but it’s different. I guess because of freedom. Suddenly I’m okay with things not being perfect and it’s like I’ve finally come up for air after sitting at the bottom of a pool, having stubbornly asserted that I belonged there…hah, silly me. I never used to see myself as a control...
Under Pressure [cover] by The Used feat. My...
Aside from the title, I will not make any mention...
I feel like a sound wave with nothing to do but bounce around a metallic room and meet no one’s ears. Or like a light wave that’s been forced through a prism and I’m headed several directions at once, not focused. Maybe it’s the pressure I’m under.
All these things to do and I want to do something else; maybe two other irrelevant things for every one thing I ought to...
“Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the...”
– C.S Lewis
June 2010
15 posts
1.) Tilt head sideways 2.) Allow time for the mess...
I’ve been Photoshopping for hours; I need a writing break before I forget what English looks like. Actually, I just need a break in general, from everything. I’m having mixed feelings about how I ought to handle all this busyness lately and I’m not sure if I even have the right perspective about it. Usually writing helps me sort out my thoughts but I think this is something that calls for extreme...
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