Nothingness

Nothingness

The earth's breath is cold
and the autumn drizzle covers everything
with an uncomfortable damp
The car's windshield wipers
can't decide if they need to be on or off
or if there's even a point
in leaving the comfort of a warm bed
on this Sunday morning
Will they even notice if you're not there?
you guess on one hand the people who might actually care
On the way, you tap the wheel nervously
to some country song
and shiver from all the nothingness around

Today's piece was inspired by someone's post on FB. I put a non-serious response to it as that's my way on FB... light. But I did think about what the post was saying. I've debated whether I wanted to go to church on more Sunday mornings as of late than I would like to admit. I actually don't get too serious on here either... Peace out.

Autumn Spirit

Autumn Spirit

Her autumn spirit is red, orange and yellow
like the leaves that desperately hang on trees
The cold winds blow from the north
and the streets are filled with people - unprepared
for the reality that is fall
Summer has ended
and it feels like we are stuck at sea in paper boats
that slowly absorb the waters
and become translucent
The boats are all sinking
What were we thinking?

Who are you?
The girl in red, orange and yellow
your warm colours leave me cold and blue

Whatever. Nonsense once again. I think I'm writing about too many random things cause apparently if you search "poem" and any other keyword, you have a good chance of stumbling onto this site. What a disappointment it must be for all those people. This site is surely not what they were looking for. Who are you? Peace out.

Chosen?

Chosen?

What does it mean to be chosen
if I can't see it?
What does it mean that it's in my destiny
if I can't hear it?

Flying around space
miles away from my home
on a mission that I don't understand
and only strangers to hold my hand

Where can I draw the strength
to do my best?
Why must I be chosen?
I'd rather be at home with the rest

Lame. I know, but I can't raise my standards now else I will never publish anything again. Yesterday, I actually finished a piece and deleted it because I didn't like it. Hahaha. I don't know what got into me. I don't really utilize a quality filter for this blog. Anyways, today's thing was inspired by tonight's episode of Defying Gravity. I love that show... too bad I don't think there are gonna be many more episodes. Oh well. Woe is me I guess. Peace out.

Blur

Blur

I close my eyes

and go back to the start

to the day where it all began

and I surf my memories back to the present

Everything is all a blur

I see all the things that didn't occur

and all the mistakes I was able to avoid

I think about it -- annoyed

because I can't see what I could have changed

what I could have done differently

I just wasn't part of your destiny

Yup. I didn't know what I was writing today. Actually, I just wanted to write something because I was looking over this blog and realized how much I've written this year even though it doesn't feel like I've written all that much. I just want to keep it up so I can have a tonne of stuff written in 2009 and then have something to try to beat next year. I'm lame. I know. Peace out.

Both

Both

Two months ago, I had both
I ate my cake and still had it
But now I'm forced to choose
between kisses and bruises
between hurting you
and letting everyone else down
with a frown, I choose neither
stubborn as I am
I want both
and until I get it, I refuse to move
Everyone can try to wait me out
but I've got something
something to prove

Lame. Not what I wanted to write about as I started but I don't think I could have wrote what I wanted without using names... the pronouns were confusing me and I actually knew what I was writing about. Peace out.

Perfect Memory

Perfect Memory

Her memory is just good enough
that she gets the same familiar feeling
after she makes the same mistakes
She loves
and loses
and nurses her bruises
Brave enough to try again
after leaving time for her heart to mend
a year
a month
a day or two
the time it takes to forget
"Hi, my name is _____.
I don't believe we've ever met."

Yup. I didn't write what I wanted to write about today. Maybe I'll find the inspiration to do it tomorrow. I dunno. This is what I wrote instead. It's not half bad but not great either. Maybe if I was brave enough to include a real name but I'm not. **cowardly raises hand. Yup. Peace out.

91 and Some

91 and Some

The sun has set

on our 91 and some days of summer

Am I too late?

I watch you from the window

of this institution

I've been committed

for seeing you everywhere

Hallucinations

figments of my imagination

Why did you choose me all those years ago?

Why can't I unchoose you?

I'm sorry

Let me move on

Don't read too much into today's piece... inspired from the season premiere of House and the latest episode of Defying Gravity. I really hope the pick up Defying Gravity but it's not looking good for the show... probably only gonna have the one season. Boo-urns. Peace out.

Definitions

Definitions

Definitions

of direction

Are we growing together

or creating separation?

Hash it out

with awkward sentences

and examine our dynamics

with the cold eyes of a scientist

Detach yourself from your feelings

and classify what we are to each other

Determine if we're going somewhere

else I'll try to find "it" with another

Yup. Watched HIMYM today. A whole episode about the DTR talk - the Define the Relationship talk. I must have ranted about this in the past but since it was dealt with on tv recently, I'm gonna rant on it again. Why do relationships need to be defined? I think relationships should be messy. Why can't things just be what they be? It's so stupid. I was very close to writing a book about it a few years ago because I was so passionate about the subject. I have the title ready to go... the title alone will sell books. Anyways, I don't want to say anymore cause it's late and I don't want to get myself riled up so I can still sleep tonight. hahaha. Peace out.

Snow Globe

Snow Globe

Summer marches steadily to its end

the twilight period comes earlier with each passing day

The gladioluses have bloomed from bottom to top

and the vines that cling to the fences are bright red

Autumn is knocking at the door

the end of the baseball season is ushering in hockey and basketball

The winds are blowing and pulling leaves off the trees

and the night sky is echoing with the migrating birds

I met you last fall

and things are not that different now

It's as though I've been trapped in a snow globe

just waiting for time to pass

Shake the bauble and count the snow flakes

lift it close to your face

turn my life upside down with an earthquake

Examine me closely, I'm behind the glass

break me out of this prison before winter comes to pass

Yup. You got it. I don't really know what that was about. I just wanted to write something about gladioluses because they are my flowers of the fall. They take forever to bloom. Storing up their energies all summer and preparing their blossoms to be shown off when all the other bulb perennials are done with their blooming. I dunno. That's it for today. Peace out.

Angry Clocks

Angry Clocks

I have angered my clock

as I've stolen its job

I count the seconds now

and keep track of time

Each grain of sand

that falls through the hourglass

is large like beach balls

before my eyes

My fingers flying on the abacus

adding them up

How long has it been?

I can tell you

I've counted the days

Angry clocks cross their arms in frustration

I no longer give them any attention

Weak. I know. It was a concept that I was thinking about writing yesterday but I kept putting it off and all the good lines I had in my head are now lost in time. They will always be better than what I came up with today because they are forgotten and nothing compared to them can ever be proven to be better. I ramble now. I'm tired. Peace out.