Tuesday, May 13, 2008

I Hate May 13

I Hate May 13

I hate May 13
Don't ask me why, I just do
My glass's raised to you


Yup. I hate May 13th. Not too many people know why and I don't care to talk about it. I just hate this date. I used to have a calendar on my wall frozen on May of that year that's been up for years. I only took it down in the recent renovations of my room (for painting reasons). It would be dumb for me to put that calendar back up since it's years and years out of date. Oh well, perhaps it's time for me to move on. Peace out.

Monday, May 12, 2008

15 mm of rain

15 mm of rain

It's raining today
all day
the gray clouds hang over yellow grass
the roots drinking in the nourishing liquid
the same liquid that is sapping the strength from my body
I just want to crawl in bed and sleep all day
all day
It's raining today


Doh. When I was brushing my teeth and thinking about what I wanted to write today, I was totally thinking of writing something happy about a girl and walking down a hallway together and this came out instead. Oh well.

I just finished watching House and it got me thinking that my memories are messed up. I know that when people read these pieces (if anyone actually stumbles upon this site), they might think that some poems are about them. I wouldn't be so cocky when making claims to certain poems because the episode of House made me think that perhaps my memories aren't necessarily the way things went down. Maybe my memory of events aren't actually what happened. Maybe you're the girl that I've been writing about all this time. Or perhaps you're not. Maybe I don't even know the girl I'm writing about and I'm just making up memories and a history.

I dunno. Just been kinda gloomy lately. Maybe I'll write more about that some other day. Peace out.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Nobody Knows

Nobody Knows

Nobody knows
but when I see you yawn
my heart breaks
it has nothing to do with your yawning
seeing you just makes my heart ache
for greener pastures and sunny days
when our conversations consisted of more than "hey"s
Nobody knows
but sometimes I suspect you do


"Nobody knows" is an interesting thing to talk about in the days of everything being online and only a google search away. You would think that there are very few things in the world that nobody knows. Even a quick browse of Wikipedia shows that there seems to be experts of every subject under the sun and not only that, but there are also citations to prove those facts. However, when you think about how much stuff people keep to themselves. Their private thoughts and inner pain... there must be a tonne of that stuff out there too.

This piece was inspired by the Pink song. I've never heard it or even read all the lyrics but I stumbled upon the title of it on DeviantArt the other day. I dunno. I've kinda been feeling sad lately. Maybe more accurately like for the past 10 hours or so. I think I want to start writing every day again. Who knows. It's not like anyone is reading this junk. However, I still will need to be careful to not disclose too much. Peace out. New streak of 1.