Goodbye Seaside

Goodbye Seaside

I rise with the sun

and feel that it's a new day

I feel whole once again

but wait...

a cough

and then another

I surrender

to another day of coughing

and low grade fevers

I dreamt that we were at the beach

with our feet

in the sand

and your head in my hand

goodbye

seaside

I woke feeling better

but my body lied

Well, it may not appear so but I did sleep between the two posts that I wrote "today". Although I can't claim that I slept very well at all. Actually, I feel like I should take a nap right now. My head hurts and my eyes are super heavy. Oh well... btw, I didn't actually dream that last night. (just a note to myself, in case I read this down the road and try to remember who the dream was about...) There was no dream. Peace out.

Cough

Cough

I can't sing our song today

a cough has taken my voice hostage

It limits me to half a note

before my throat decides to stop me

and my stomach hurts

my abs are sore

I can't take this for much anymore

and I hope to myself

(but I don't keep it secret)

that you could find the patience

and remember the song and not just forget it

Please hum the song to yourself

a melody that resonates in your mind

magnitudes decaying ever so slowly with time

I have a cough. I know that doctors like to define them as either a wet or dry cough. I like to think of coughs as coughs that I can still sing with or coughs that do not allow me to sing. Those are the annoying coughs 'cause I'll try to sing a song and go into a coughing fit. I don't know what kinda cough I have at the moment. I haven't played guitar lately cause I feel as though I will start coughing so I don't even bother... and I cough at night. So obviously I'm coughing right now. Oh well. Hope it goes away soon. Peace out.

News Travels

News Travels

News travels

through wires and tubes of glass

the fibre that they push to your curb

Headlines streaming

screaming

announcing things as though you haven't heard

... the news

People ask you if you've heard

... the news

As if you couldn't deduce it for yourself

a comment here

and a change in status

the pieces that steer your imagination

The universe congratulates her

and forgets about the rest of her suitors

who always seem to be the first to hear

... the news

I've first talked about this concept on October 22, 2008. I thought I had actually written a piece about it but as I reading some old posts today, I realized that I didn't actually write about it, I just blabbed about it. It's my theory about how information travels... it takes the path of least resistance to the people that the information will hurt the most. That's why secrets are such dangerous things to keep. They don't want to be kept. They can't be kept. The information will make its way to the people it will hurt the most. Peace out.

Melancholy

Melancholy

Last night I dreamt

that I had to do all I could

to not fall in love with you

You smiled your cute smile

and turned around

revealing the nape of your neck

underneath your short hair

I fought all the urges inside me

to chase after you

I must not fall for you

please don't make me

If I fail in my dream

I'll wake with melancholy

Today's piece is about dreaming. I've mentioned it before I think, but sometimes when you have a dream, it kinda sticks with you through out the day. In my dream, I was falling for a girl that I actually know irl. And I think, there was a part of me that was trying not to fall in love with her cause I knew that it was just a dream and I would have to live with the consequences of the dream in my waking hours. I dunno. I don't think I'm explaining myself that well but I knew that it would be better to not fall in love with her in my dream, cause I knew that some of those feelings would be residual when I woke up. Hmm... I don't think that I was that successful in my dream. My legs were tired, and I tripped and fell. Peace out.

*blank* me

*blank* me

save me

from myself

I've put you

on too high a shelf

leave me

to remain ingornant

as the whispers

speak of your engagement

kill me

if you ask me for my address

I'd rather die

than see you in that white dress

Hmmm... I like that one. Fun to write and fun to read. Don't mind me, my heart bleeds.... haha, I can't stop. I'm stuck in this juvenile rhyming scheme I think. I need to shake it. I don't know how much longer I can take it. Man, this is annoying... I just want to shout. Peace out.

Favourite Lies

Favourite Lies

Flowers were her favourite lies

that I would send her

Tulips in the spring

and roses in the winter

Apologies in blossum form

like promises that whither

I cross my fingers in my heart

and lean forward to gently kiss her

Yup. I know. Today's piece feels incomplete to me too. It as though it's only a half thought. Oh well. Since I've only written like 3 times in the past month, I just want to get some stuff out there again. I wish I had someone to buy flowers for. Haha. Peace out.

Not Your Story

Not Your Story

This is not your story

it's only the beginning - the start

Filled with both hard and easy parts

times of joy and broken hearts

Don't be discouraged

and get yourself down

there's tonnes of time for things to turn around

Don't get too wrapped up in your little world

go out, drive, and meet a new girl

start a new story - one different from the past

And prove to everyone that nice guys don't finish last

Lame lame lame. Just a little pep talk to myself. Don't mind me. Peace out.

Time

Time

Come and steal away with me in time
a secret place, in the corner of my mind
A quiet place where grandeur still exists
it's hard to find, just beyond the mists
It's a mysterious local for love
a place that slipped in between the gaps of time
I work on the phrasing and struggle with rhyme
Meet me in the meadow with the grass so green
tell me your thoughts... simple and clean

I want to watch Time Traveler's Wife. I'm in love with Rachel McAdams. I was cheering for her to come out on top in Mean Girls. Hahaha. I read the novel in February I think. Breezed through it in a day or 2. It took a few hundred pages to get a handle on the time travelling and the changing point of views, but I liked it in the end. It really boils down to a simple love story with creepy elements of an old man talking to a young girl. Critics have not been kind to the movie, but I guess I never expected they would be. It's got a rather limited appeal I guess. There. I wrote something today. Peace out.

Dead Souls

Dead Souls

Dead souls
gather mold

Dust gathers in the corners
and behind dressers

I slumber
with eyelids too heavy
from the day before
of staring blankly
and speaking frankly

My heart breaks
and she ate cake
and said that she could no longer wait

Me?
I'm different
I wait forever
until my hair turns from black to white
and then back again

With a sigh
I hum the verse
and sing the refrain
The opportunity has come and gone
just like the midnight train

Yup, I wanted to write something. Just a little something for all the random people in Australia that seem to randomly stumble upon this site after searching for "weak poems". It seems that all my regular readers are not so regular anymore. I only had 3 to begin with. I have to take some blame too because I haven't been writing as much lately and therefore I'm easily forgetable. Like sometimes, I get surprised by an out-of-the-blue post from one of my rss feeds and I'll be like, "wow, I totally forgot that I was subscribed to that person." Remember me and the apple tree. Peace out.

Caught in the Storm

Caught in the Storm

The sky darkens

and the wind picks up

I'll be caught in the storm

oh such is my luck

I've already walked for too long

it's too far to turn back

The H approaches the L

on the internet weather map

The clouds open

and the sky unleashes its fiery

the rains are pouring
I think, "What's the hurry?"

The streets start to flood

and the water on the lawn starts to pool

I didn't carry an umbrella

I'm just that cool

Pointless again today. I just wanted to write something today because I felt like I haven't written in a while. There wasn't a storm today but it felt like the sky wanted to. It just needed someone to dare it to, or look at it the wrong way. I tried to go for a run. It was horribly unproductive. It was unbelievably winding. I believe the weather channel said that it was gusting up to 60 km/hr. It felt like it. It felt like no matter what ordinal direction I was running in, I was running straight into the wind. I'm glad it didn't start pouring. It did get really dark rather quickly though. I'm reminded of a time a few years ago, when I was out running and the skies just opened up and it started pouring hard. This car pulls up beside me and 4 people run out and they ask me to take a picture of them infront of this school sign. I think they were doing some scavenger hunt. I took the picture for them and they said thanks and drove off and I walked home in the rain... drenched to the bone. I hate having wet socks. Boo-urns. Peace out.