My new years was horrible... I had nothing planned then at the last minute I got invited by a bunch of guy friends to go to berkeley and so I went and we played drinking games and hungout and watched the ball drop... then they put in some lameass playboy DVD... and I got disgusted by all the soulless britney clones who were really fucking annoying and I ended up on the computer all night.
I have been writing a lot of poetry and making some art... I will post my poetry and take pics of what I have been making later... here's some of the poetry.
maintain__:
All men with hearts, draw nearI digress, Im nothing more than a scattered mess, a failed attempt at reconstruction_______..A static encased plea for help neglected and in a state of disrepairwith failing health, my lungs cant catch the air, desperation inspiring contemplation the souls poor out into their streets and off to their existence only alive from 9-5__ their pulse is the click of a time clock the storm has run its course, the levies gave way, and theres no turning back, theres no patching this glass heart its all over from here its all over from here Send out the work force, and call a doctor as soon as you can. We need attention in here now_________., theres blood in my hair, and theres blood on her handsIll connectand all I get is static, attempt relocation, but it merely puts me in another cold place with the same sensation pins and needles through my fingertips, and still it seems my quivering lips remain desperate for another kiss from anyone, if it meant anything to bleed my heart out through affection but in the meantime Ill live through abstract, distorted perceptions, I will take in what I am admitted go on ahead, it will fade as scheduled, here I remain, without an object of fervence, a slight deterrence from the floodlights of thought that commands me to do my worst, to quench my thirsts, lay every endeavor to waste just to give my world some shape. Has the mainline been severed? The placebos worn off? Wiretap__._..__lost___.._._frequency__
._._.._But the red lights dance across my frigid face__..__If only I could obtain a distraction, I might regain a fraction of myself oh how helpless I am to reminisce oh the endless torment of bliss, what affront can I put up against a force such as this? The strength of nothing a sin I cant resist my futile attempt cave-in complacent nonexistent.._. alone. All men with hearts return home__ you offer no service without understanding you offer no resolution for me without passion but you are now aware of your futile attempt cave-in___ complacent nonexistent alone
hope?-
Paint me up with brushes formed from fingertips, and upon me lay the shades of a love I can not comprehend, a beauty that swims around me to the rhythm of a fluttering heartbeat. I am forced into the gorgeous still life pose passion defined by shimmering gazes, a moment that shall never cease to end, never cease to amaze were headed for collision, a heart to heart place my head to your chest and listen the sweetest sound, this gorgeous pulse that serves as evidence that you exist. Its so surreal that I could steal a single breath from your lips, that I endure this gentle kiss, that pulls me from me the hope of any opposition and attempt to hold off the shattering of the box that withholding Pandoras endless treasures Spill me out across your skin, and the feelings gently soak in, ambient love thoughts dances like breeze-blown leaves across your crowded mindYouve unleashed me, youve planted seeds of wings within my back, whispered soft and still poems into my heart. Youve stitched up wounds Ive shamefully masked for years Youve rekindled passion, youve inspired change youve made me beautiful youve made me beautiful youve made me part of you.
well read up... thanks kids!
I have been writing a lot of poetry and making some art... I will post my poetry and take pics of what I have been making later... here's some of the poetry.
maintain__:
All men with hearts, draw nearI digress, Im nothing more than a scattered mess, a failed attempt at reconstruction_______..A static encased plea for help neglected and in a state of disrepairwith failing health, my lungs cant catch the air, desperation inspiring contemplation the souls poor out into their streets and off to their existence only alive from 9-5__ their pulse is the click of a time clock the storm has run its course, the levies gave way, and theres no turning back, theres no patching this glass heart its all over from here its all over from here Send out the work force, and call a doctor as soon as you can. We need attention in here now_________., theres blood in my hair, and theres blood on her handsIll connectand all I get is static, attempt relocation, but it merely puts me in another cold place with the same sensation pins and needles through my fingertips, and still it seems my quivering lips remain desperate for another kiss from anyone, if it meant anything to bleed my heart out through affection but in the meantime Ill live through abstract, distorted perceptions, I will take in what I am admitted go on ahead, it will fade as scheduled, here I remain, without an object of fervence, a slight deterrence from the floodlights of thought that commands me to do my worst, to quench my thirsts, lay every endeavor to waste just to give my world some shape. Has the mainline been severed? The placebos worn off? Wiretap__._..__lost___.._._frequency__
._._.._But the red lights dance across my frigid face__..__If only I could obtain a distraction, I might regain a fraction of myself oh how helpless I am to reminisce oh the endless torment of bliss, what affront can I put up against a force such as this? The strength of nothing a sin I cant resist my futile attempt cave-in complacent nonexistent.._. alone. All men with hearts return home__ you offer no service without understanding you offer no resolution for me without passion but you are now aware of your futile attempt cave-in___ complacent nonexistent alone
hope?-
Paint me up with brushes formed from fingertips, and upon me lay the shades of a love I can not comprehend, a beauty that swims around me to the rhythm of a fluttering heartbeat. I am forced into the gorgeous still life pose passion defined by shimmering gazes, a moment that shall never cease to end, never cease to amaze were headed for collision, a heart to heart place my head to your chest and listen the sweetest sound, this gorgeous pulse that serves as evidence that you exist. Its so surreal that I could steal a single breath from your lips, that I endure this gentle kiss, that pulls me from me the hope of any opposition and attempt to hold off the shattering of the box that withholding Pandoras endless treasures Spill me out across your skin, and the feelings gently soak in, ambient love thoughts dances like breeze-blown leaves across your crowded mindYouve unleashed me, youve planted seeds of wings within my back, whispered soft and still poems into my heart. Youve stitched up wounds Ive shamefully masked for years Youve rekindled passion, youve inspired change youve made me beautiful youve made me beautiful youve made me part of you.
well read up... thanks kids!
im sorry your new years was sub-par.
and both of your poems are so sad.
"you've made me beautiful... you've mad me part of you"
i really like that line and i can't figure out why.
and Pandora's box (actually a jar, or amphora) was actually full of all the miseries of the world (plague, famine, sadness), so i think its interesting that you chose to say she has endless treasures, when all that is still left in that box, according to myth, is hope.
you're just baring your soul out here. thats brave.
i dont think i could do it.