Bus Games

Bus Games

Let the games begin
first to find my victim
there she is
the one in the blue and white jacket
now to make some eye contact
bingo
look away!
look away!!
pretend as though you don't have the social courage
let some more time go by
act as though you can't take your eyes off of her
but only when she's not looking at you
remember to smile before adverting your eyes
make sure you convince her that she is the hottest girl on the bus
get off the bus knowing that you either creeped her out
or made her day


Bus games are fun. Sometimes when I'm too tired to read or don't have a book on me, it's fun to play bus games. It's kinda sad but I know other people who play these games too. Sometimes, I'll purposely stare at people who are not on the bus... you know, make them feel very uncomfortable for no reason. What are they gonna do? Come on the bus and confront you? Yeah, right. The game I'm referring to in the poem is a little different but just as fun.

My Birthday Wishes

My Birthday Wishes

My mind is busy as it composes imaginary letters to you
letters to wish you a happy birthday
they are beautifully worded
I write imaginary letters to you everyday
letters that confess how much you mean to me
hoping that you know I exist
and hoping that you remember people that you don't see


Lolz. I like how these things kinda just write themselves. I know the imaginary letter idea is cliche but I was reminded of it in Slaughterhouse Five today. I just finished that book today. It was interesting. Of course, being a "great" book, it was war related... or more anti-war related but it also involved some time traveling which was a win for me.

Anyways, I watched Stardust yesterday. I loved it. Anyone who has seen that movie and knows anything about me would know right away that I would love that movie. The writer describes it as a fairy tale for adults. I wish I could read more fairy tales. I wish I was her fairy tale. Lol, there I go again.

So it Goes

So it Goes

another one is dead
he grew unstuck in time
maybe he was just crazy in the head
he wanted it to end
he was tired of swimming
what happened to all his friends
his head started spinning
he lost his footing and fell
off the window ledge
oh well
so it goes


Hmmm... I don't have any idea what that was about. I just started off with "So it goes" which is a common theme throughout Slaughterhouse Five by Vonnegut when he talks about death.

Anticipation

Anticipation

It's been way too long
Who is on the boat off shore?
Premieres tomorrow


Lost season premiere is tomorrow. I don't know how many months it has been since there has been new content for Lost. I'm hoping it doesn't suck. I have a feeling I won't like where they are taking things. Oh well. I think even though I'm a die hard fan of Lost, the even more extreme die hard fans will keep me into Lost and will sing its praises so much that I won't be able to help but love it.

Pressure

Pressure

I feel the pressure
to maintain poem writing streak
I wish it would end


Man, I was so tempted to just let this streak end and start over again. The longer the streak gets, the more pressure I'll have to write even though I have nothing to write. I can't wait to finish The Sound and the Fury... worst book ever. Seriously.

Fear

Fear

I thought maybe I loved you
It was only yesteryear
I saw you and you saw me
My entire person was filled with fear
What happened to the day in the park
When the thrush sang in the grassy knoll
That's when we shared our first kiss
But fear won in the end and lead to our mutual betrayal


Yup. I had pictured that coming out better than it actually did. Oh well. You win some, you lose some. I finally finished 1984 and this poem is my tribute to the love shared between Julia and Winston.

Words

Words

Words words words
why are there so many words?
daffy, irrational, crazy, absurd


Yup, you're getting to know me pretty well... uninspired. In my slow reading of 1984 I've come across a section where one of the characters is taking part in reinventing the language which they call "newspeak" and the goal of this new language is to simplify the language so that the meanings of words are black and white and therefore, many of the words are being erased from the vocabulary. I think it's an interesting project. I understand the need for so many words because then writers can have more nuances in their writing and show how clever they are by choosing the perfect word for a situation. But at the same time, I do think it would be interesting to see what would happen if the english language was greatly simplified. And while they are at it, maybe they can spell words the way they are pronounced! Why isn't "sure" spelt "shure"? *sigh.

I Need You Closer

I Need You Closer

I want to be near to you
to hear you
to see you

I wish you were near to me
to hear me
to see me

I need you closer
the only thing I don't want
from you is closure


Hmmm... that turned out pretty good for a 2 minute piece. I totally forgot about writing today. I was already in bed reading and then I realized that I didn't write anything yet today. I just spent a few hours watching Youtube videos about drawing the human figure. That's something else I've been interested in lately. I have so much stuff in the air right now. If I'm awake enough, I should be reading because I have so much to read in order to be done the top 100 novels thing. If I'm too tired to be reading, I should be drawing because if I find myself at rest, I should be drawing and practicing/honing my skills. If I'm listening to music, I should be trying to sing harmony with it. If I'm exercising, I should be walking around my memory palace and becoming more familiar with it. How can I be bored? And yet some times I'm just too tired to do anything at all.

Diary

Diary

What's the point of this?
I'm writing to the future
Look back, understand


Totally uninspired today. The diary idea came from the first chapter of 1984 by Orwell. That's about as far as I got. The purpose of the diary is rather interesting... at least to me. I've always written in my diary as if I'm talking to someone. Some times I picture it as some hot girl reading my diary but for the most part, I write in my diary with the future me being the audience that I'm writing to. I dunno. It's strange. It's like communicating with the future. Maybe a diary can explain where everything went wrong, or maybe it can be used to relive a glorious moment in your past when you get old and bitter. I haven't written in my diary much as of late. I blame this blog. It's pretty exhausting to write in here on some days when I feel like I have nothing to say. Anyways, time to watch tennis.

Night Train

Night Train

Half past four
I undress as I sit on the corner of my bed
My shirt stained by the cares of today tossed on the floor
Phantom thoughts occupy my mind
As I attempt to focus on one
It's gone
They leave only a trace of sorrow
Elusive yet its existence is brutally tangible
I can't believe it's already tomorrow
The house shakes with the rumble of the night train
I crawl into bed to get two hours of sleep
and prepare myself for another day
of more of the same


Nice. I like that one. It's 10:16 am. I can't believe I'm getting this done so early today. I just read about 70 pages of The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway. I really like it so far. It mentioned a night train so that's the inspiration for today. So many of these great books revolve around WW1 and WW2 eras. I guess great books are sad books with characters wandering through life not feeling a part of their world... or longing for the girl that loves you but chooses to be rich instead. Maybe like Robert Cohn, I need to get me to South America and find some inspiration to know what I want to do with the rest of my life. Maybe I need to forget about Brett Ashley and move on.