holding bears

holding bears

time passes

an illusion of movement

the loss of days

and senses

clocks clang

and interrupt the silence

marking time

with outstretched hands

girls cry

in lonely corners

asking questions

and holding bears

Needed to write something today since I didn't write yesterday. I'm starting to understand how much I need to write this year to match my best. Tried to keep my lines short again today. I still don't think I understand how to do it properly. Other people can write such powerful stuff with such few words. I dunno. Peace out.

back to the wild

back to the wild

sigh
we counted the days
in eager anticipation
the waiting
was aggravating
and it was just disappointing
it was the worse week
it was not what I seeked
and so it ends for a while
she was called back to the wild

No note today. Peace out.

the noobs

the noobs

the noobs
need to be carried
they can't listen
or take direction
between me and them
there is no lose of affection

I hate noobs. Sigh. Peace out.

white knights

white knights

turn on the smoke machine
and fade into the fog
of the forgotten yesterdays
a memory obscured
by time and drink
and sink down to the depths
to feel the bottom
and look up to the glare
of searching flashlights
from the white knights
that have come to your rescue
tall, dark and handsome
hats -- slightly askew

Nonsense again. Not sure if this piece is related to the previous pieces. I just felt the pressure to write. 39 more to match... 40 to set the record. Peace out.

1/3

1/3

1/3 through the fall
and 7/8 through this day
I sit here and count away
on my fingers to pass the time
fractions - distractions of my mind
and between all the nonsense
I've nearly forgotten
where I've found myself sitting
A puddle of tears
from whence I was a giant
I drank the potion and I ate the crumpet
all in vain to get the garden
that just lies behind the tiny door
just over there
where my lady awaits me beyond the lens flare

Hmm... crazy me again. A couple nights ago, I couldn't sleep so I read a chapter of Alice in Wonderland. Crazy crazy. And so it goes. I only need to write 40 more things to match my most productive writing year. Peace out.

lens flare (aftermath)

lens flare (aftermath)

today
I didn't recognize you
with your new hair
and new name
And there I was
exactly the same
with my hands in my pocket
and my eyes hiding behind my bangs
I wished I could speak
but my words were blocked
it's all okay though
it's not like we usually talk

Hahah, I'm not writing about anything. I just thought it would be interesting to see if I could write a "storyline". It might be interesting to see where it goes. Or it might not... and be another failed experiment. Peace out.

lens flare

lens flare

tomorrow
she walks
but not in dream
the solid object
behind the sheen

of lens flare
I close my eyes
so they can readjust
she melts my heart
and my blood
bleeds through the rust

Haha, I didn't really know what I wanted to write about today. I just had a line length in mind when I was writing. I wanted to write something with short lines. I don't think I know how to do it. I think I've fallen in love with the run on sentence in my pieces. I like to keep adding an "and" and continuing a thought. I know it's pretty arbitrary where I decide to cut off a line. Perhaps this piece only has short lines because I decided to break up a sentence into 3 or more lines... which is probably the case. I dunno. Just experimenting. Finished disc 3 today. * sigh. Half way through... Peace out.

Envy

Envy

I'm green
with jealousy
I'm still running xp
I've got windows 7 envy

I'm also running vista on my desktop but I didn't feel like finding something that rhymes with vista. Actually, I'm not sure why I want to run windows 7. I hear there are some issues with some of the games I like to play. Oh well. Weak yesterday, and weak today, and probably weak tomorrow. Peace out.

The Lie

The Lie

It's the lie that you tell yourself
the lie that you want so badly to believe
You hold onto it like the blanket
that you were never without as a child
You're almost convinced that you fully believe it now
but that knowledge only re-enforces that you know it's a lie
Try
as you try
day after day
The lie: You don't care what people say

My sister found Veronica Mars season 1 in the Walmart discount bin the other day. I've watched the first 2 dvds so far. I think I've caught up to the episodes that I've seen on tv. From here on out, the episodes will be new (to me at least). Today's piece was inspired by episode 8. I love me some Kristen Bell... my flavour of the week, month, year, w/e.

The Pen

The Pen

Get the feel
and learn the motions
to trace lines of flesh and cotton
Manipulate the curves
and learn the right strokes
to create vector designs
that touch the soul
The secret is in mastering the pen tool
If only I could
I'd be so totally cool

Lately, I've been trying to learn or relearn how to use the Pen tool in photoshop/illustrator because I want to try my hand at vector art. It's so hard and it takes so much patience. I've been trying to step through a tutorial that I found online. I got about half way through it but I lost the motivation to finish it because it's of a subject I don't care about... and when I'm done, I'll have my version of a vector art that probably won't compare to the one from the tutorial and it would be useless. I want to find an appropriate picture that I can do for my first vector art. Any suggestions? Peace out.

Days like These (unfinished thought)

Days like These

It's on days like these
days when you can see your breath
as the warmth exits your body
and hits the cold autumn air
On days like these
when the clouds stretch from horizon to horizon
and the sun is but a memory
a distant ball of gas that has no play on today

I don't know where I was going with this one and thus don't know how to end it. What happens on days like these? I have no idea. Oh well. Peace out.

Laundry

Laundry

It's that day again

to start fresh

to sort through the previous week

and separate the darks and the lights

Take in the smells

and remember the day you wore those jeans

smile or cry

in one hour everything will once again be clean

I'm actually writing as I watch tv. Monday is heavy with shows that I like to watch. Weak, I know. Peace out.

It's the Return

It's the Return

It's the return

you've come full circle

back to the start of it all

where it all fell apart

and you scrambled to save it

It fell anyways

crashing to the ground

the sound of broken glass

echoes in your brain

I can still hear the sobbing

over the rain

I look around

and find some shards

still lying about

I guess we were too lazy

to clean everything out

Evidence of what happened before

and here we are again

to remember once more

Yup. I watched I'm Reed Fish again today. I watched it about one year ago and it was the movie that started my Youtube days. I love the soundtrack of the movie and the songs that are in the movie but not on the soundtrack. It just makes me want to play guitar... and fall in love... and write songs... and kiss girls.... sigh. Lol. Peace out.

Lavender

Lavender

Come
take a ride with me
from dusk til dawn
back to the foothills of the youth

Run
your fingers through your hair
and gather the wisps of fog
that find their home in the valleys
on chilly autumn mornings

Whisper
dreams into my ears
to bring about change
and cast hope
to wake my weary eyes

Rest
your head on my shoulder
so I can be caught up
in the scent of your hair
... lavender

Just wanted to write something as I haven't written in quite some time. Peace out.

Susan

Susan

I linger around the clock
as my favourite hour approaches
Trying to turn my day around
with configuration of hands I find lovely
I marvel at Susan's beauty
the girl with the red hair
Her smile magically changes the world
no one that knows her
thinks she but only a girl

Hahaha... who's Susan? No one. Seriously. No one. And what's my favourite hour? I don't know. I do like to set my alarm for weird times but I don't think I have a favourite time. For instance, if I have to get up at 7:00 am, I don't like to set it for 7. I'll instead set it for 6:31 or 7:13 or something like that. It's not weird... it's adorable. Peace out.

Candy for Breakfast

Candy for Breakfast

Candy for breakfast
and dessert first
Forget about the salad
drink pop to quench that thirst
brought about by the salty nachos
and the barbecue chips
Use the celery sticks
as a transportation mechanism for that french onion dip
Eat away the rain
use sugar and salt to distract your brain

I've given up pop. I love pop. And now I'm miserable. Peace out.

Frost

Frost

I wake up
this cold windy day
the day after the first frost
and look around
to see what plants have been lost
the grass is covered with tiny crystals
and the tomatoes are the wrong shade of green
exhibiting hues of frost damage
Some of the hardier daisies sway in the breeze
defiance in their tender stems
It gives me hope that broken things can mend
seeing these daisies bloom on frosty mornings
I realize that things only sleep in the winter
to wake up again in the warmth of spring

Lame, but done. It's getting cold these days. I've been trying to run still but it's been getting easier actually. I dress up warm enough and try to put some miles on the old sneakers. Actually, now that I think about it, all this running is quite useless because once the real winter hits, my cardio will go back to zero and I'll have to start all over again next spring. How sad. Peace out.

Nothingness

Nothingness

The earth's breath is cold
and the autumn drizzle covers everything
with an uncomfortable damp
The car's windshield wipers
can't decide if they need to be on or off
or if there's even a point
in leaving the comfort of a warm bed
on this Sunday morning
Will they even notice if you're not there?
you guess on one hand the people who might actually care
On the way, you tap the wheel nervously
to some country song
and shiver from all the nothingness around

Today's piece was inspired by someone's post on FB. I put a non-serious response to it as that's my way on FB... light. But I did think about what the post was saying. I've debated whether I wanted to go to church on more Sunday mornings as of late than I would like to admit. I actually don't get too serious on here either... Peace out.

Autumn Spirit

Autumn Spirit

Her autumn spirit is red, orange and yellow
like the leaves that desperately hang on trees
The cold winds blow from the north
and the streets are filled with people - unprepared
for the reality that is fall
Summer has ended
and it feels like we are stuck at sea in paper boats
that slowly absorb the waters
and become translucent
The boats are all sinking
What were we thinking?

Who are you?
The girl in red, orange and yellow
your warm colours leave me cold and blue

Whatever. Nonsense once again. I think I'm writing about too many random things cause apparently if you search "poem" and any other keyword, you have a good chance of stumbling onto this site. What a disappointment it must be for all those people. This site is surely not what they were looking for. Who are you? Peace out.

Chosen?

Chosen?

What does it mean to be chosen
if I can't see it?
What does it mean that it's in my destiny
if I can't hear it?

Flying around space
miles away from my home
on a mission that I don't understand
and only strangers to hold my hand

Where can I draw the strength
to do my best?
Why must I be chosen?
I'd rather be at home with the rest

Lame. I know, but I can't raise my standards now else I will never publish anything again. Yesterday, I actually finished a piece and deleted it because I didn't like it. Hahaha. I don't know what got into me. I don't really utilize a quality filter for this blog. Anyways, today's thing was inspired by tonight's episode of Defying Gravity. I love that show... too bad I don't think there are gonna be many more episodes. Oh well. Woe is me I guess. Peace out.