Tuesday, December 27, 2011
1 Of
She went outside and threw rocks at the sky; trying her hardest to break the clouds and make it rain, so she could cry in peace. She soon got tired though, and resigned to jumping in the lake; fully-clothed and well-prepared to drown her sorrows in each gulp of the cool, cool water. As she plunged in, Erin couldn’t help but think of the summers out west. And as Tom jumped in to save her, she remembered how she used to believe in mermaids.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
A Love Letter, of Sorts
Dear.
I always suspected that I would fall for you. I just never knew how quickly it would happen, or how deeply it would be. You've become like the Sun to me; I know of your beauty and warmth, but am still amazed each and every time I look upon your bright, shining face. I expect that you already know of my intent, seeing as how I rarely hesitate to make mention, especially in my brave and drunken stupor. But it seems fitting to formally unveil my odd sculpture of words, in such a public setting as this, no less, and hope that you might stumble into my exhibit of lost inhibitions and great expectations. And if you were to pause for but a moment to truly look at what I present, and try to understand what I mean to convey, then that would be reward enough. Any amount of praise or ridicule from other critics would be nothing but nothing. Meaningless prose from once meaningful people. Spent and useless shells from an artillery of vocabulary no longer necessary or redundantly needed. All that is you is all that I would require. And inquire to acquire as I aspire to inspire some type of similar sentiment in you. And so it is with these last few words that I end what, something-willing, could become something beautiful.
Yours, sincerely.
I always suspected that I would fall for you. I just never knew how quickly it would happen, or how deeply it would be. You've become like the Sun to me; I know of your beauty and warmth, but am still amazed each and every time I look upon your bright, shining face. I expect that you already know of my intent, seeing as how I rarely hesitate to make mention, especially in my brave and drunken stupor. But it seems fitting to formally unveil my odd sculpture of words, in such a public setting as this, no less, and hope that you might stumble into my exhibit of lost inhibitions and great expectations. And if you were to pause for but a moment to truly look at what I present, and try to understand what I mean to convey, then that would be reward enough. Any amount of praise or ridicule from other critics would be nothing but nothing. Meaningless prose from once meaningful people. Spent and useless shells from an artillery of vocabulary no longer necessary or redundantly needed. All that is you is all that I would require. And inquire to acquire as I aspire to inspire some type of similar sentiment in you. And so it is with these last few words that I end what, something-willing, could become something beautiful.
Yours, sincerely.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Pushing My Luck
The last time I slept in this bed
Was with you
And we barely slept at all
Just shifted our weight
Back and forth
Trying our best not to make a sound
As if tiptoeing across broken pianos
The only noise being my name
Escaping from your locked lips
As I told you I loved you
And I meant what I said
Despite my state of mind
And our limited time together
But you heard only what you chose to
You decided for yourself
That I didn't need you
But you couldn't have been more wrong
Like discordant notes in our song
You interrupted what could have been
A symphony
And turned it into sympathy
For a lost love
And a missed opportunity
So now all I have
Are these memories
Of our lustful dance
As I stand in this stance
Hoping for an encore
And a second chance
Was with you
And we barely slept at all
Just shifted our weight
Back and forth
Trying our best not to make a sound
As if tiptoeing across broken pianos
The only noise being my name
Escaping from your locked lips
As I told you I loved you
And I meant what I said
Despite my state of mind
And our limited time together
But you heard only what you chose to
You decided for yourself
That I didn't need you
But you couldn't have been more wrong
Like discordant notes in our song
You interrupted what could have been
A symphony
And turned it into sympathy
For a lost love
And a missed opportunity
So now all I have
Are these memories
Of our lustful dance
As I stand in this stance
Hoping for an encore
And a second chance
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Enivrez-Vous by Charles Baudelaire
Il faut être toujours ivre.
Tout est là:
c'est l'unique question.
Pour ne pas sentir
l'horrible fardeau du Temps
qui brise vos épaules
et vous penche vers la terre,
il faut vous enivrer sans trêve.
Mais de quoi?
De vin, de poésie, ou de vertu, à votre guise.
Mais enivrez-vous.
Et si quelquefois,
sur les marches d'un palais,
sur l'herbe verte d'un fossé,
dans la solitude morne de votre chambre,
vous vous réveillez,
l'ivresse déjà diminuée ou disparue,
demandez au vent,
à la vague,
à l'étoile,
à l'oiseau,
à l'horloge,
à tout ce qui fuit,
à tout ce qui gémit,
à tout ce qui roule,
à tout ce qui chante,
à tout ce qui parle,
demandez quelle heure il est;
et le vent,
la vague,
l'étoile,
l'oiseau,
l'horloge,
vous répondront:
"Il est l'heure de s'enivrer!
Pour n'être pas les esclaves martyrisés du Temps,
enivrez-vous;
enivrez-vous sans cesse!
De vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise."
Tout est là:
c'est l'unique question.
Pour ne pas sentir
l'horrible fardeau du Temps
qui brise vos épaules
et vous penche vers la terre,
il faut vous enivrer sans trêve.
Mais de quoi?
De vin, de poésie, ou de vertu, à votre guise.
Mais enivrez-vous.
Et si quelquefois,
sur les marches d'un palais,
sur l'herbe verte d'un fossé,
dans la solitude morne de votre chambre,
vous vous réveillez,
l'ivresse déjà diminuée ou disparue,
demandez au vent,
à la vague,
à l'étoile,
à l'oiseau,
à l'horloge,
à tout ce qui fuit,
à tout ce qui gémit,
à tout ce qui roule,
à tout ce qui chante,
à tout ce qui parle,
demandez quelle heure il est;
et le vent,
la vague,
l'étoile,
l'oiseau,
l'horloge,
vous répondront:
"Il est l'heure de s'enivrer!
Pour n'être pas les esclaves martyrisés du Temps,
enivrez-vous;
enivrez-vous sans cesse!
De vin, de poésie ou de vertu, à votre guise."
Friday, April 22, 2011
Burrito Threesome by Jimmy Chen
"Men are boring, and will always be. After dinner he’ll try to kiss you, and you may concede, lightly leaning in with mild acceptance, your lips pensively sealed as you feel a tepid patch of wet on your cheek, a lost ship moving towards the mouth. You will become a name he’ll ask about years later, a face he never dared to see on his pillow thinned out by a million lies. You will hear cars rushing behind you to their respective destinations, driven by people who, for one moment at red, turned their heads to see the quaint sad scene of two people going through the mechanisms of a curb goodbye."
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/burrito-threesome/
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/burrito-threesome/
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Why I Will Never Leave You by Eva Faber
"On your way to work the radio would play the songs that remind you of me, because they all do. When you’d cross the bridge, images would start to pop up in your head. The two of us swimming naked in the river, our bodies tanned and sweaty. Strawberry ice cream in my hair, my fingers sweet against your lips. My long hair spread out in the grass, your dog peaceful at my feet, your hand pressed against my cheek. None of these are things we’ve necessarily ever done, but the pictures are so pretty in your head."
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/why-i-will-never-leave-you/
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/why-i-will-never-leave-you/
Monday, February 7, 2011
. . . we need to redefine what it means to be happy.
"The word contentment comes from the word content, which is what we hold inside — love, value, a feeling of a life that has meaning or purpose, a cause greater than yourself that you're a part of. These are the things that bring true happiness. As a culture, I think we need to redefine what it means to be happy."
- Tom Shadyac -
- Tom Shadyac -
Friday, January 7, 2011
Kurt Vonnegut Is, Was, And Will Forevermore Be Genius
"He was stark naked, feeling scrawny, pale, and a fool. He thought he was surely a fool for having become the plaything of the logic of an eighteen-year-old."
- F U B A R
"I only want to talk to you. The robbers are all in bed by now. Drunks, drifters, and poets are the only ones up this late at night."
- King and Queen of the Universe
- F U B A R
"I only want to talk to you. The robbers are all in bed by now. Drunks, drifters, and poets are the only ones up this late at night."
- King and Queen of the Universe
Saturday, January 1, 2011
First/First/Two Thousand and Eleventh
As far as resolutions go, I've never really made any to keep.
I merely tried to be a better person every year.
Up until recently, this has been just fine.
But I feel as if it may be time to start setting goals for myself.
So, this year I want to do a lot of making.
1. Make resolutions - Check
2. Make friends
3. Make amends
4. Make money
5. Make connections
6. Make distinctions
7. Make love
8. Make beds
9. Make sure
10. Make fun (Not of others)
11. Make dreams (Whether or not they come true)
12. Make improvements
13. Make out (Take this as you will)
14. Make sure
15. Make moves
16. Make shift
17. Make lists - Check
18. Make time (May not be possible, but I can use it more wisely)
19. Make yours
20. Make mine
21. Make sure
22. Make damn sure
23. Make or break
24. Make plans
25. Make right
26. Make sense
27. Make music
28. Make magic (Not happening)
29. Make miracles (Maybe)
30. Make do
Here's to making resolutions and actually keeping them.
Cheers, and Happy New Year.
I merely tried to be a better person every year.
Up until recently, this has been just fine.
But I feel as if it may be time to start setting goals for myself.
So, this year I want to do a lot of making.
1. Make resolutions - Check
2. Make friends
3. Make amends
4. Make money
5. Make connections
6. Make distinctions
7. Make love
8. Make beds
9. Make sure
10. Make fun (Not of others)
11. Make dreams (Whether or not they come true)
12. Make improvements
13. Make out (Take this as you will)
14. Make sure
15. Make moves
16. Make shift
17. Make lists - Check
18. Make time (May not be possible, but I can use it more wisely)
19. Make yours
20. Make mine
21. Make sure
22. Make damn sure
23. Make or break
24. Make plans
25. Make right
26. Make sense
27. Make music
28. Make magic (Not happening)
29. Make miracles (Maybe)
30. Make do
Here's to making resolutions and actually keeping them.
Cheers, and Happy New Year.
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