20/20

20/20

Myopic vision of the future
barely seeing past my nose
Hyperopic when it comes to the past
seeing each step in the dance
Everything that happened this year
a blurry vision at best
Another winter diary written
to collect dust with the rest of the annals of my life
Melodramatic at its core
the rantings of a memory whore
I spend the time to read the pages
living the year in rewind
an ode to auld lang syne

Cliche at its cheesiest. I didn't know how I wanted to end this year of blogging. I was debating if I wanted to end with a bang or start the new year with a bang. (not like this piece is super awesome), but I did try to hold back from writing the past couple of days to build up the creative pressure in my head... so that when I eventually sat down, I wouldn't crap out garbage. Anyways, HNY all my peeps. Peace out.

The Unfinished

The Unfinished

WIP (work in progress)
everything is still a mess
I drew in the sand
and you drew in cement
My picture changes with each passing wave
and your picture permanent like the grave
I wager that you'll have regrets
all the things left to do
and people you haven't met
You needed to rinse and repeat
but you only rinsed
We're in the middle of the process
We are the unfinished

Just watched disc 1 of HIMYM season 4. That's my inspiration for today. Man, I could use a great big burger at the moment. I didn't think that I would write anymore this calendar year but I couldn't stay away. *sigh. Peace out.

Pay the Band

Pay the Band

Like summer
I'm ready to fall
Tired of a forever of uncertainty
the lone ship
in an expansive sea
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
I sit and eat my toothpaste cake
I watch the clock
it ticks and tocks
my existence draining clockwise
with the second hand
the night is over
go pay the band

Today I was looking for some pictures to use as source images for my wacom tablet pen drawing practice. This piece is inspired by the collective of things that I came across. MMmmmMMmm... toothpaste cake ftw. Peace out.

Oh yeah, this was the post that breaks my number of entries record of last year. Yay me.

The Visitor

The Visitor

I hope you found
what you were looking for
the visitor
Searching for some specific piece
of history
our story
written in inelegant prose
You would do better I suppose
but I don't have excuses
just well thought out reasons
from ten years of thinking
I've convinced myself
that it was I who put you on the shelf
to collect dust

How many times have I rhymed "self" with "shelf"? I think I've lost count. Lol. I have to clearly say that the obvious choice of what this thing is about is incorrect. It's about something no one would even guess. Peace out.

Fail

Fail

I try but I failed
like the cartoon whale
that greets visitors
on a popular site

I tried eye contact
but with sunglasses
I giggled and batted my lashes
I touched elbows
and squeezed knees
trying to trick her in giving a smile
to give me energy to try for a while
longer or at least ponder
my chances of advancing
pass round 1 of this game

Well, curling is done. I'm sad. Those two teams representing Canada better bring home the gold. Boo-urns to my teams. Peace out.

Winter Diaries

Winter Diaries

Another year of writing in winter diaries
hoping for spring time romances
Once again
throwing your hat into the ring
ready to join the game
that doesn't follow the rules of science
nothing is repeatable
and hardly anything is observable
except through the foggy mirror of self-reflection
You try to be the cause and she gives no reaction
who knows, maybe you were only off by a fraction

I debated about whether I should write today. I only needed to write 4 more times this year to get my personal best. I thought maybe I shouldn't pass my record by too much so that I can beat my personal best again next year w/o killing myself. "off by a fraction". I'm obsessed with this flash game that makes you try to do things by "eye" and then tells you how accurate you are. I was in the top 10 for a while but I think I've been knocked off. Oh well. Peace out.

Curl

Curl

Throw the rocks
and sweep hard
to keep the line true
Come across the face
to get the double you need
Hurry hard! More! More!
The shooter stays in the house
for a score of four

Love me some curling. Peace out.

Forget

Forget

Remind me again to forget
all the mistakes and regrets
that I've made in your past
and help me to see you where you're at
The boy that just wanted his dad
but it's too late
my mind is unhinged
I'm forced to stand on the sidelines
and watch from the fringe

Today's piece is inspired by tonight's episode of Fringe. It's entering its winter hiatus. Oh well, at least there's still 3 more days to watch some quality curling. I wish curling was on year round. Can't get enough of the stuff. Hurry hard. Peace out.

The Lick

The Lick

Tell the truth
give me proof
Make the bet
if your mind is so set
If you think your word will stick
go ahead and bet a lick

Lick that man's face
and maybe enjoy an optional embrace
Can't you confidently count to ten?
or do you lie for the chances to lick men?

True story. I'm actually writing this on Thursday but I'm gonna fudge the timestamp so that it says Wednesday. I intended to write before midnight but I got stuck watching Youtube. Licks double every week. Peace out.

Arctic High

Arctic High

The arctic high is on the move
and the sun is just the consolation prize
for this unbearable cold
Where is there to go?
but to visit friends who are visiting
returning from the west
back from the dead
People all thought it was just a fad
but guess what?
I'm still mad

I wasn't gonna write today. I already tried to write something a couple hours ago and got no where. Anyways, that's all for now. Peace out.

The Window

The Window

The window is open
I can feel a breeze
but I wait
always a gentleman
allowing time to mend her heart
but then I lose the nerve
and wait again for the seas to part
I'm so nervous
my body is quaking from my head to my toes
but I waited too long
the window is once again closed

Inspired by tonight's HIMYM. It was better tonight but I didn't buy that Barney would fight Ted for her. Oh well. I guess I can't expect the writers to stop totally sucking instantly. They had to keep some sucking in to ease the transition I guess. Peace out.

Six Pounds

Six Pounds

Six pounds and a cupcake later
I still can't take my eyes off her
the girl with so many nicknames
all of them, I claim to have created

I made her
the person she is
the star of the biz
We should never have dated
things were already overly complicated
with distance and time
and other boys with their rhymes

Squandered years and unachievable goals
my shot just wide, outside of the poles
Six pounds and a cupcake later
I can no longer find the strength to hate her

I didn't do any journal data entry today... although I was tempted to do some but I didn't want to get caught up in the past. I watched quite a bit of football though. Sunday football ftw. After that, I got lost in youtube. Maybe I need a youtube romance. That would be awesome. Now if only I could find someone awesome on youtube that doesn't already have a million fans. You know, get it on the ground floor. Be the one to make her... before she gets too big in the biz and forgets about the little people. I'm little... but maybe if I was 6 pounds more little... littler? I dunno. W/e. Peace out.

Scattered Pages

Scattered Pages

I've chronicled you through the ages
written down on scattered pages
that I throw around the room
in secret drawers
and engineering lab books
Detailed retellings of first impressions
the forward progress and the regressions
and ramblings of my new obsession
I spend some time
to reminisce
and think of the days of bliss
I look back into the mist
of my imperfect memory
coloured with feelings and emotions
all the things I've forgotten
they can fill the ocean

Yesterday, I had an idea about how I wanted to rearrange my room. I'm totally obsessed with doing it now but I need to wait for somebody to be able to give me some physical assistance because my desk is super super heavy. Anyways, in preparation for the rearranging, I tried to clean up some stuff in my room so that I didn't have to move too much stuff when I actual do the moving. I stumbled across all my journals that I started and abandoned. In highschool, I consistently wrote in one journal and when I filled it up, I got a bit lost. I didn't know what to do. I tried many times to start a new journal... a new vessel to carry my thoughts. But then things started getting messy. I would start a different journal for every different girl. I didn't like having thoughts about one girl be in the same book with thoughts about another girl. Long story short, I've got all these journals with like 5-10 pages written in them and it's all just a mess.

I've decided that I want to digitize my journals so that they will be organized and searchable. It's actually more work than I thought it would be. I thought that since I can type way faster than I can write, it shouldn't take me too long to do it since I've written very little since my first full journal. If only I wrote a bit neater, I might have had a chance to use some good OCR software to make things easier but it looks like I'll have to type it in. Wish me luck. I'll be sure to tie a string to my ankle so that I don't get too lost in yesterday. Peace out.

White Whale

White Whale

Let me spin you a tale
about the high seas and whales
and the search that took me to the ends of the earth

Everything was total fail
I grew tired of hunting my white whale
frustration took all the wind out of my sails

It's been 2 weeks of frost
I give up
I think I've lost

Lately I've been obsessed with Moby Dick. Maybe I should read it. Maybe I should. Hmm... I think I like to repeat myself. Oh well. Peace out.

A Few Days at a Time

A Few Days at a Time

I miss the times
when the days would crawl
I regret it all
for I made a wish
that time would fly
I couldn't wait
for my next kiss
that I lived my life
a few days at a time

It worked at first
but I think I made things worse

I could just blink my eyes
and winter would have passed on by

But I'd miss all the little things
the weight of your glance
the wrinkles that form around your eyes when you're about to smile
the repositioning of your hair to reveal your ear
and all the other small details
I blinked
and I missed a year

Yeah. Lovely. I took a break yesterday. I really felt like I hit a wall with my fake creativity. Hopefully today's was a better effort. I wonder what would happen if you could live your life 2 days at a time. Or maybe that's what happens when you "live for tomorrow". But then again, there are also drawbacks if you "live for the day". Who knows. Maybe every philosophy is wrong. Or maybe we once again come around to the fact that there is no "right". Anyways, I know that this has been kinda rambly but I think I'm right. Peace out.

Dawn of December

Dawn of December

It's the dawn of December
greeted with dark mornings
short lived days
and a chance of lake effect snow
Leaves cling to certain trees
refusing to accept the season
Winter is here
and spring is more than just a tomorrow away
Put on your mitts
and come out to play
or hide indoors
and get bored
running on your treadmill

Wow. Today's piece was so painful to write. It took ages to get the garbage that I got. Maybe next time I have writer's block, I'll just write garbage in a couple of minutes instead of wasting my time trying to get something good and still get garbage. Sigh. Peace out.