Saturday, September 24, 2011

Wonderstruck

I dreamed of you once
in a waking dream I believe
closing my eyes to weave
the happenstance
the song, the dance
The tale I tell myself
a twist of fate
the dreamer's luck
I can't forget you
I'm wonderstruck

Going through the motions of writing.  Peace out.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Him

I hesitate
like I've never been to the dance before
I laugh and pretend to ignore you
and your straw blonde hair
walking around without a care
and smirking to myself
as if I'm remembering something funny
The song has an awkward cadence
my feet can't find the rhythm
I glance back at you
and see you watching him

I feel like I've written this piece before.  I've been neglecting this blog in order to write in my other new blog.  Actually, that's not entirely true.  It's not like I've written a lot for my other blog.  If I write a lot to close out the year, I might still be able to match my average posts/year.  I think I should start writing more again.  I need somewhere to release all my creative juices... and write about pretend muses.  Peace out.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Storms

The sun beats violent rays of light
upon the back of my neck
cooking me from the inside out
shouting I retreat
from the heat of the day
Complaining with every step
forgetting about the rain
that sunk my spirits just a few days past
I wish these times would last and last
we'd blast and dash
like ships upon the rocks
in the midst of storms


Random ramblings. Peace out.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Mobile

Fingers dancing on glass
The all familiar words
Feel new
As if they are different
Fleeting
Gone

This is my first mobile entry.  Crazy.  What has the world come to?  Peace out.

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Pretend

Let's play pretend
imagining that we can mend
with floss and brushes
a made-over smile
to hide the tears of crocodiles

Let's run this race
with faces made up
to hide our imperfections
reflections in the mirror
strangers to behold

Let's go to bed
And let our pillows hold our heads
dream the dreams
that we are too scared to dare
in our real lives

Peace out.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Darting Eyes

A dimple emerges in my right cheek
as I smirk to myself
Looking out the window 
pretending that I just remembered something funny
Why do we play these games?
I see you and you see me
our eyes dancing the familiar dance of strangers
I only look at you to see if you were looking at me
flattery with darting eyes
see you again tomorrow


Her eyes were hazel I think.  Back to writing more often and I guess that means that I'm writing about my usual topics again.  Yesterday, I wrote about her and today, I'm writing about games I play on the bus.  Bus games, fun stuff.  Peace out.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Impressions

I shake myself 
trying to clear the spider webs from my mind
the webs that have trapped all these foreign ideas
that swim the ocean of thought
some sink to the bottom
never to be seen again
I wish I could choose the thoughts that rose to the top
I would choose to stop remembering you
and how I felt that August evening nine years ago
but I know that some memories fade with time
while others, their impressions only grow
until they over run the mind

This was not what I set out to write today.  It's funny how some things just write themselves and how easily we fall into old habits.  Will I ever stop writing about this girl?  I dunno.  Peace out.

P.S.  I think I'm gonna stop having the title appear twice.  I know it was tradition, but I want to at least change one thing today.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Silence

Silence

I sit and gather the silence with a sponge
soaking it up
hoping to save it for later
I run around more frantic
sticking every piece of it I can get into a bag
a pocket
I empty my wallet to make more room
Pretty soon I'm drowning in silence

We have to sit opposite
and I share with you what I treasure most


I really treasure silence. Sure I like to talk and have deep conversations but I can also really appreciate silence. I think most people view silence as a bad thing... as something that needs to be avoided. I wish I could share it. In a sense, I can share it by being quiet. Quiet and present. Some people fear silence and where their thoughts might drift if there was silence for any amount of time. I've been there. Lying in bed at 3am and it's all quiet and my thoughts are the only thing to pass the time... I turn and put my headphones in and play some random podcast to fill my mind with thoughts less dangerous than my own. Hmmm... I still treasure silence though despite what I just wrote. Ha ha. Peace out.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

The Sea

The Sea

This feeling is all too familiar
the setting has barely changed
but things feel different
the room feels smaller
Nothing changes
It's all the same
I sat there on those steps
waiting to bring in the millennium
Time travelling
in my mind
I take the scissors and cut up time
and put the pieces in boxes
separated by emotion
the oceans fill with thoughts
and memories are diluted by the sea


Wow. I haven't done this in a while. It's crazy how long it's been since I've written in here. It's not like riding a bike. It doesn't just come back to you. I've been absent but so have my regular readers. I'm not sure what I want to do with this blog now. I don't really know what I'm writing about. My muses now seem inappropriate and the desire to write has been wanting. Peace out.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Pack

Pack

tomorrow we fly
to another land
trying to test the waters
in another town
there's no going back
and no more time to waste
I truly must go and pack


I hate packing. It feels so final. Even if I'm only going a short trip, the act of packing feels so final. Like if you didn't pack it, you won't have it. I also booked my tickets for going back home for a week in March. It's weird. I hate booking flights too. It feels like I'm committing to something. Can someone that doesn't have the spontaneity gene hate commitment? I dunno. Peace out.

Monday, February 7, 2011

I'm West

I'm West

We don't talk anymore
as if the words we use have lost meaning
and the season for conversation
is past
We dance around the silence
the music in our heads filling the awkwardness
and setting rhythm to our feet
The very feet that allow us to walk away
We might try again some other day
but today
I'm heading west and you're heading east


Not sure what that was about. I'm watching last week's episode of Fringe at the moment. Maybe that's what this piece is about. I dunno. Peace out.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

King Me

King Me

I spent the day chasing rainbows
looking for treasure where earth meets sky
horizon just beyond reach
I ran across the surface of my memory
afraid to wade in
the depths too dark for my liking
Yesterday - a mystery
just stored as chemicals in my cells
Looking for a girl to marry me
If I make it to the end of this game
please oh please king me


I really like this piece but for reasons only obvious to myself. Sometimes it's funny how we will look for things. Sometimes they are things that are real, like our car keys or something that we put somewhere out of the way so that we could find it easily later. Sometimes we are looking for more abstract things like happiness, the meaning of life or a sense of belonging. We chase rainbows, we chase our own tails, we chase our shadows. There's so much chasing going on... and a lot of the idioms sound like chasing anything is totally futile. What am I chasing today? Peace out.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Stars at Night

Stars at Night

I didn't think you could hurt me
but I was a fool
That's it
That's the end of this piece
I never rushed
or told myself stories
I never reminisced about yesterday's glories
and I blew out candles
lest they start fires
and rambled nonsense to the stars at night


I dunno. I guess I'm really tired. And this is nonsense. I'm well aware of it. Peace out.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Commercials

Commercials

I was surprised yesterday
It's been a while since I've seen beauty
My current world too dark to see
the light just barely enough to see the walls
that enclose me
But yesterday, I saw the sun
it was bright and warm
full of charm and laughter
and a scent of lemon
(or maybe I've seen too many commercials)


I don't know what I wanted to write about today. But now that I'm done writing, I think I know what I should have written about. I guess I can try to remember it for next time. Sometimes it's hard to notice beauty when you are in a pretty regular routine. Everything feels the same today and yesterday and they will be the same again tomorrow. It's in these situations where beauty can surprise us because we don't expect it and sometimes beauty feels like it can be so rare at times. I heard a song yesterday. I think it was red or maybe yellow. Peace out.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Own It

Own It

I saw it and I bought it
like an itch that needed to be scratched
I needed to own it
and never have to give it back

I walked by you today
with an urge to tap your shoulder
I wished that I had needed to
I wish that I was bolder

I wish I had something to say
and the courage to have told her


Today I was thinking about ownership. I've been buying books lately like they grew on trees and it was fall and they fell off and I could pick them up for free. It got me thinking about how many times you have to read a book to justify buying it. I know that I own a few books that I've never read and I own other books that I've read way too many times. Then it got me thinking of how many times you need to listen to a CD to justify buying it. I don't think it is a simple as "if you listened to it once" it was worth the money type thing. I dunno how many listens it takes to have "used" the music so that it was worth the purchase.

Sometimes I think we just like to own things. I go through phases where I want to own things and other phases where I don't really have that urge. Right now I want to own things and I wish I didn't but at the same time, I wished I owned more things. I'm complicated. Peace out.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Meatloaf

Meatloaf

Introducing the new to the old
awkward at best
there's no rest for the wicked
or the juggling man
everything up in the air
It all crashes down
the sound is heartbreaking
the ground is shaking
and the meatloaf is dry


Sometimes I feel like I'm really juggling a lot but I don't think I've got that much on my plate in reality. Maybe if I spent less time thinking or remembering, I wouldn't feel so busy... my time so occupied.

I wish this poem was about you. Maybe it is. Peace out.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Kings

Kings

Is there a more wonderful thing
than to wake up married to a king?
The tea times in the royal courtyard
surrounded by your personal guard


Kings... who needs them? I think it would be weird to have a king. It won't be long until we have a reigning king. Craziness. Would they change all our currency right away? Peace out.

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Wind

The Wind

The winds picked up tonight
and blew away my dreams
the reams of paper
scattered to the winds
I sing to pass the time
powerless to stop it

How do you stop the wind?
it's power so deceiving
How do you stay true?
as the wind weathers your skin

I smelt a smile lingering in the wind
floating by and easily missed
a scent of a kiss
and chocolate chip cookies


Random... I know. I'm reading The Name of the Wind again. I've read it before and I think I've talked about it before as well. I'm reading it now in eBook form. I miss reading my books. I love my books and rereading them. There's something so comforting about reading a familiar book. People say that all the time. They recount tales about how they've read this one book or this one series so many times that they can't count. One day I want to read my favourite books... and that's the end of my thought. Is there a way I can do that for a living? Peace out.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Blink of an Eye

Blink of an Eye

Sometimes I wonder if I'd made a mistake
as the pressures of the world squeeze my chest
and upsets my stomach
I rummage through the thoughts I've collected
on pages scribbled in haste with blue pen
before the fleeting thought could get lost

I didn't write about you though
as if leaving you out would protect my future heart
If I had written my thoughts of you from the very start
(the likes of which could fill up pages)
maybe it would make you harder to forget
or remind me years later of the mountains of regret
But for a blink of an eye
a fleeting moment in time
I was yours and you were mine


I think I've spent the most time on this piece of all the pieces I've written lately. It just didn't seem to want to be written and I've taken a little extra care to be cryptic. It's interesting what we do with our feelings. Sometimes we bottle them up and hide them somewhere deep inside so that even you forget where you've hidden them... and other times you let them out and they have you sobbing in front of strangers. Oh what a night. Peace out.

The Next Best Thing

The Next Best Thing

I failed
and pale in comparison
to all the greats
the ones with dates
and holidays
I tried
but never got the knack
I try to add
but then have to subtract
and lessen my dream
settling for the next best thing


Today I read that poets are just failed singers. I think there's something interesting in that thought. People who write and sing definitely have a lot of talent. I wish I was a singer/songwriter. Previously I read that photographers are just failed artists. I think there's something interesting in that thought. There's one level of capturing the world with a camera, and then there's the next step of spitting the image out through the filter of your mind and eye, your imagination, your experiences. I wish I was an artist creating things of beauty. Peace out.