Another Day in December

Another Day in December

The furnace roaring
as the temperature drops
Frost on windows form

Yup, I wanted something weak for #150. I have to stay true to my blog title. Have a good one. Not enjoying The Stone Diaries btw. Peace out.

Robotic

Robotic

In this world that is so chaotic
I find comfort in you
and how your love for me is so robotic
if-then-else
put your feelings on a shelf
to get back to me when it's on the schedule

I carefully time my arrival
so I don't leave you waiting
or nervously anticipating
The events of the evening
bullet point by bullet point
a touch here
a sigh there
You're a robot and if you knew it
it would spoil it
It would spoil everything

Hmmm... I don't really know what that was about but it was partially inspired by Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale. I read it today and I didn't realize that there was 20 pages at the end of the novel that were "notes". I usually like to know how long a book is in pages so that I can tell when I'm approaching the end. Well, those 20 pages really caught me off guard. I was like, "oh... so that's how it ends?". *sigh. Onto The Stone Diaries.

I haven't posted in a few days. I've been having some crazy writer's block. I've tried to write but I haven't been able to come up with anything good/beautiful/meaningful. After my last post, I was wondering how many poems I've written for this blog and I realized that I had written 148 and today is my 149th poetry entry. That added to my writer's block as I wanted to reach 150 as a mini-anniversary. Well, maybe I'll get on that tomorrow. Who knows. Peace out.

Visitor

Visitor

In my life
she was just a visitor
She came to see me
and I loved seeing her
We only had a few dates
but she was my temporary soulmate

Haha. I'm not sure where I got the idea about a "temporary soulmate". I just know that I made a mental note of it a few days ago and I wanted to write it down in poem form so I don't forget the concept. I don't really believe that there are temporary soulmates but I think it's very common for people to jump from strangers to soulmates only to find out later that they were wrong.

A friend of mine was reading The Choice by Sparks and I decided to read it too. I have a sickness that makes me need to read everything/anything that I know someone else is reading. I usually find myself trying to memorize book titles/authors of books I see people reading on the bus because I want to read the book on a later date. I think you can tell a lot about a person by what book they are reading... of course that doesn't work with me necessarily because usually I'm reading books of people that I'm trying to read. Haha. Peace out.

Her Beauty

Her Beauty

It's not in her hazel eyes
or the playfulness of her smile
Her beauty is in her hardness
stoic and unfeeling
never needing to be caressed
unwilling to shed a tear
she scoffs at your fears
and doesn't feel your pain
She walks in the rain
and doesn't complain

I'm not sure what that was about. I was just interested in writing something about being hard and how it can be beautiful. I was doing some remembering earlier this week and I was thinking about how when I was younger, I had a huge list of girls that I would marry at a drop of a hat. That lists has grown substantially shorter due to people/myself changing or the girl getting married... but I still have a nice short list -- a very short list but it exists. I wonder if the existence of the list means that I'm still hopeful. I dunno. Peace out.

The Fight

The Fight

The fight would have been so much easier
if we could have used our fists
and knocked each other out
The fight would have been more civil
if we could have used words
instead of using silence as a weapon
The fight would have been unnecessary
if we were honest from the start
I wish you all the best with Mark

Hahahaha. I'm being super lazy today but I really like this one. I'm basing it on my Monday night tv CBS comedy shows: Big Bang Theory and How I Met Your Mother. I took the Mark line from BBT and the fight theme from HIMYM. I like it.

I was looking at the Ocean today and it feels kinda weird centered and italicized. It feels like I'm forced to look at it slanted. I dunno. We'll see if it grows on me. I just saw a video on YouTube showing a different chin up variation. I'm gonna go try it now. Peace out.

The Ocean

The Ocean

Cold and wet
salty foam bubbling between my toes
rushing up past my knees
as I wade into the ocean
in search of treasure
There's nothing better for the weary
at least for the weary that don't care
I'm not looking for relieve
because it's my belief
that my destiny is just another few feet out
beyond the surf

Hmm.. I think that was a bit like my Hope poem that I wrote after reading Candide by Voltaire. Fun stuff. Trying to see what things would be like if I started centering some of my pieces. I think it gives it a different feel. I'll see what I do in the future or if I want to go back and center some other pieces.

Earlier this week, if you searched "weak poems" on google, this blog would be the first hit. I was kinda giddy at that but now I've dropped to no.2. I wonder why people search "weak poems". It happens way more often then I would have thought. Peace out.

Lame

Lame

They say
that you can only wake
once from a dream
well, I'm awake
and the nightmare continues
vampires and werewolves
place bids for my love
without shame
boy was book two super lame

Hahaha, well that was my opinion of book 2 from the Twilight series. I'm glad I'm a fast reader cause otherwise I would be complaining about how much a waste of time it was... instead, I'll only complain that it was such a waste of paper. I didn't think Meyer could recreate book 1 but she did... almost plot point for plot point. I need to get me a book deal. Peace out.

Fat of the Land

Fat of the Land

Some people would say that I wasn't bright
enough to dream about a better time
of rabbits and alfalfa
cows or a goat
Some day we will buy our plot
that stretches out across the horizon
and we'll live off the fat of the land
As long as I keep my mouth shut
and my hands out of trouble
Life is easier when you got somebody
that you can look after and
that'll look after you


I read Of Mice and Men today. I remember reading it for school. I must be a much faster reader than I was back then cause I just breezed through it. I wonder what my metaphorical rabbits would be. That's probably dumb to say because most people would probably liken me to George in that story, but boy would I rather be Lennie. I'd be big and strong and I would think about rabbits all day long. A friend of mine is studying for the GRE and she has to work out analogies. I wonder...

Lennie:rabbits :: Joe:____

At the moment, I'm not sure. Peace out.

The Run

The Run

I still recall the run
all those years back in time
when I wasn't a runner
I was just a dreamer
or more correctly described as a reader
as I sat there in the living room
reading about the end of the world
You were in the kitchen with my sister
recalling your night
with him
I take flight and run out of the house
preemptively
before I could hear anymore
to save my memory
and preserve my dreams

Hmm... Ok. Well, that's done now. Lately, I've gone on many runs and I can't really differentiate between them. I remember this run very clearly. I wasn't really a runner back then. I might go out for 4 runs the entire summer and usually nothing further than a mile. I remember hearing the initial parts of the conversation, running downstairs and changing and then leaving the house in a flash. It was like 5 minutes before lunch. It was totally an unreasonable time to go for a run but I knew I wouldn't be able to unhear anything I might hear. I wish I was running these days. Maybe I'll run tomorrow. Peace out.

The Return

The Return

It was the day we've all been waiting for
with lips clamped in anticipation
and off in the distance, the brush is
rustling... signaling your return
You've been gone for many nights
and the new snow has long covered your tracks
the woods seem reborn and untouched by man
as if the world was young again and filled
with the spirits of the trees and rivers
The days of feasting under the harvest moon
and dancing with fawns

I have no idea what that was about but I thought I'd just start writing and see where it took me. I got my new video up. I wish I was 3.6% prettier. That is all. Peace out.