of all the people on the planet that i could say something to, i will never stop having news for you.
"this is the end, beautiful friend. this is the end, my only friend, the end."
listen to something beautiful.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Cold Goodbye (The End of a Chapter)
Everything has a piece of you that I love(d) waiting to sneak up on me.
And it feels like I did when I stumbled upon that empty village;
when we walked into that cold apartment
with a breeze that came in through the floor
even with the windows sealed shut.
I know because it's like walking in on yourself
as you look over old, broken memories.
And look, that's where I held your hand,
and that's where I fell for you all over again
and that's when we did, and we felt, and we were.
Looking back on it, the barrel of tears in my throat can't seem to say enough.
Just a washing of waves through the grains that were once mighty stones.
A harsh light on the silent night walls of buildings.
The cloudy air of the coast,
the unrelenting roar of waves,
the disappearing horizon line.
Just a quiet surrender of the giants to the fall,
a whispered goodbye to someone and something
long gone
and faded.
Inspired by the track "Zerthis was a Shivering Human Image" by Eluvium, urgency, reminiscence, longing, and a strange sense of happirness.
And it feels like I did when I stumbled upon that empty village;
when we walked into that cold apartment
with a breeze that came in through the floor
even with the windows sealed shut.
I know because it's like walking in on yourself
as you look over old, broken memories.
And look, that's where I held your hand,
and that's where I fell for you all over again
and that's when we did, and we felt, and we were.
Looking back on it, the barrel of tears in my throat can't seem to say enough.
Just a washing of waves through the grains that were once mighty stones.
A harsh light on the silent night walls of buildings.
The cloudy air of the coast,
the unrelenting roar of waves,
the disappearing horizon line.
Just a quiet surrender of the giants to the fall,
a whispered goodbye to someone and something
long gone
and faded.
Inspired by the track "Zerthis was a Shivering Human Image" by Eluvium, urgency, reminiscence, longing, and a strange sense of happirness.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The Starter's Arrival
Get started.
Don't just sit there. Don't wait until you're ready, the light is green. You don't need to know the language you think you do, the dance will be fine without talking. There has never been a better time than right now, so go.
You have everything at hand, stop waiting for the supplies to roll in. You are your best army and the only way you'll get better is if you keep on keeping on.
Listen to the words with as much meaning as possible, but don't dare wait to give yourself purpose. Are you hearing this? I mean, are you really hearing this? Come on, tell me what you've got.
So far we've learned that you have a useless past and you have thoughts about the future. So who and what are you, really? Let me explain that unless you are doing what you are saying, you are a liar. So here, jump up and do this, it can't hurt.
Don't just sit there. Don't wait until you're ready, the light is green. You don't need to know the language you think you do, the dance will be fine without talking. There has never been a better time than right now, so go.
You have everything at hand, stop waiting for the supplies to roll in. You are your best army and the only way you'll get better is if you keep on keeping on.
Listen to the words with as much meaning as possible, but don't dare wait to give yourself purpose. Are you hearing this? I mean, are you really hearing this? Come on, tell me what you've got.
So far we've learned that you have a useless past and you have thoughts about the future. So who and what are you, really? Let me explain that unless you are doing what you are saying, you are a liar. So here, jump up and do this, it can't hurt.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
You Don't Even Have To Wait*
We are walking without crutches and without bandages.
You are going to see these wounds as they are and you will take notice of how I can heal them. We are moving at lightning speed to a greater understanding and my arms are waving through the air to feel the push and pull of the tides. Look at me, I am walking on my own. Feel free to get out your camera and talk about it in a sweet voice, but I am not doing this for you. I have had a taste of freedom and I am ready to feel the rush of wind in my hair once again. Keep your pills and your support beams for your other friends, I am something else in the running. I will be showing off my new bruises and scars in no time.
I will move faster than anyone has before.
I will take you by force.
We are walking without a crutch.
We are moving without your bandages.
I wear these faults as battle scars and I am not afraid.
*Placeholder of a better title. From "Let the Drummer Kick" by Citizen Cope.
Inspired by a phone conversation with a close friend.
You are going to see these wounds as they are and you will take notice of how I can heal them. We are moving at lightning speed to a greater understanding and my arms are waving through the air to feel the push and pull of the tides. Look at me, I am walking on my own. Feel free to get out your camera and talk about it in a sweet voice, but I am not doing this for you. I have had a taste of freedom and I am ready to feel the rush of wind in my hair once again. Keep your pills and your support beams for your other friends, I am something else in the running. I will be showing off my new bruises and scars in no time.
I will move faster than anyone has before.
I will take you by force.
We are walking without a crutch.
We are moving without your bandages.
I wear these faults as battle scars and I am not afraid.
*Placeholder of a better title. From "Let the Drummer Kick" by Citizen Cope.
Inspired by a phone conversation with a close friend.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Idea.
I feel like I'm a "writer" simply because I can't quiet the voices in my head.
Because I can't shut the fuck up.
Weird thought, right?
Because I can't shut the fuck up.
Weird thought, right?
Friday, December 19, 2008
Goldfish
It's an unspeakable feeling that comes from the depths. We can't articulate it any other way than the simplest of words and we know those won't suffice.
This goes beyond the body yearning for another one to be close.
Beyond worry or doubt or fear.
Like a steady beat, it rings true all the time.
Even after an angry word or a step in the wrong direction.
Every time I tell you, I feel like you immediately forget
and you then walk all over me
oblivious to every step.
My dear, you could not ruin me if you tried. (Even tears dry up.)
But for now, I'll tell you the simple delusional truth:
I love you and there's nothing I can do about it.
This goes beyond the body yearning for another one to be close.
Beyond worry or doubt or fear.
Like a steady beat, it rings true all the time.
Even after an angry word or a step in the wrong direction.
Every time I tell you, I feel like you immediately forget
and you then walk all over me
oblivious to every step.
My dear, you could not ruin me if you tried. (Even tears dry up.)
But for now, I'll tell you the simple delusional truth:
I love you and there's nothing I can do about it.
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