Storms

The sun beats violent rays of light
upon the back of my neck
cooking me from the inside out
shouting I retreat
from the heat of the day
Complaining with every step
forgetting about the rain
that sunk my spirits just a few days past
I wish these times would last and last
we'd blast and dash
like ships upon the rocks
in the midst of storms

Random ramblings. Peace out.

Mobile

Fingers dancing on glass
The all familiar words
Feel new
As if they are different
Fleeting
Gone

This is my first mobile entry.  Crazy.  What has the world come to?  Peace out.

Pretend

Let's play pretend
imagining that we can mend
with floss and brushes
a made-over smile
to hide the tears of crocodiles

Let's run this race
with faces made up
to hide our imperfections
reflections in the mirror
strangers to behold

Let's go to bed
And let our pillows hold our heads
dream the dreams
that we are too scared to dare
in our real lives

Peace out.

Darting Eyes

A dimple emerges in my right cheek
as I smirk to myself
Looking out the window 
pretending that I just remembered something funny
Why do we play these games?
I see you and you see me
our eyes dancing the familiar dance of strangers
I only look at you to see if you were looking at me
flattery with darting eyes
see you again tomorrow


Her eyes were hazel I think.  Back to writing more often and I guess that means that I'm writing about my usual topics again.  Yesterday, I wrote about her and today, I'm writing about games I play on the bus.  Bus games, fun stuff.  Peace out.

Impressions

I shake myself 
trying to clear the spider webs from my mind
the webs that have trapped all these foreign ideas
that swim the ocean of thought
some sink to the bottom
never to be seen again
I wish I could choose the thoughts that rose to the top
I would choose to stop remembering you
and how I felt that August evening nine years ago
but I know that some memories fade with time
while others, their impressions only grow
until they over run the mind

This was not what I set out to write today.  It's funny how some things just write themselves and how easily we fall into old habits.  Will I ever stop writing about this girl?  I dunno.  Peace out.

P.S.  I think I'm gonna stop having the title appear twice.  I know it was tradition, but I want to at least change one thing today.

Silence

Silence

I sit and gather the silence with a sponge
soaking it up
hoping to save it for later
I run around more frantic
sticking every piece of it I can get into a bag
a pocket
I empty my wallet to make more room
Pretty soon I'm drowning in silence

We have to sit opposite
and I share with you what I treasure most

I really treasure silence. Sure I like to talk and have deep conversations but I can also really appreciate silence. I think most people view silence as a bad thing... as something that needs to be avoided. I wish I could share it. In a sense, I can share it by being quiet. Quiet and present. Some people fear silence and where their thoughts might drift if there was silence for any amount of time. I've been there. Lying in bed at 3am and it's all quiet and my thoughts are the only thing to pass the time... I turn and put my headphones in and play some random podcast to fill my mind with thoughts less dangerous than my own. Hmmm... I still treasure silence though despite what I just wrote. Ha ha. Peace out.

The Sea

The Sea

This feeling is all too familiar
the setting has barely changed
but things feel different
the room feels smaller
Nothing changes
It's all the same
I sat there on those steps
waiting to bring in the millennium
Time travelling
in my mind
I take the scissors and cut up time
and put the pieces in boxes
separated by emotion
the oceans fill with thoughts
and memories are diluted by the sea

Wow. I haven't done this in a while. It's crazy how long it's been since I've written in here. It's not like riding a bike. It doesn't just come back to you. I've been absent but so have my regular readers. I'm not sure what I want to do with this blog now. I don't really know what I'm writing about. My muses now seem inappropriate and the desire to write has been wanting. Peace out.

Pack

Pack

tomorrow we fly
to another land
trying to test the waters
in another town
there's no going back
and no more time to waste
I truly must go and pack

I hate packing. It feels so final. Even if I'm only going a short trip, the act of packing feels so final. Like if you didn't pack it, you won't have it. I also booked my tickets for going back home for a week in March. It's weird. I hate booking flights too. It feels like I'm committing to something. Can someone that doesn't have the spontaneity gene hate commitment? I dunno. Peace out.

I'm West

I'm West

We don't talk anymore
as if the words we use have lost meaning
and the season for conversation
is past
We dance around the silence
the music in our heads filling the awkwardness
and setting rhythm to our feet
The very feet that allow us to walk away
We might try again some other day
but today
I'm heading west and you're heading east

Not sure what that was about. I'm watching last week's episode of Fringe at the moment. Maybe that's what this piece is about. I dunno. Peace out.

King Me

King Me

I spent the day chasing rainbows
looking for treasure where earth meets sky
horizon just beyond reach
I ran across the surface of my memory
afraid to wade in
the depths too dark for my liking
Yesterday - a mystery
just stored as chemicals in my cells
Looking for a girl to marry me
If I make it to the end of this game
please oh please king me

I really like this piece but for reasons only obvious to myself. Sometimes it's funny how we will look for things. Sometimes they are things that are real, like our car keys or something that we put somewhere out of the way so that we could find it easily later. Sometimes we are looking for more abstract things like happiness, the meaning of life or a sense of belonging. We chase rainbows, we chase our own tails, we chase our shadows. There's so much chasing going on... and a lot of the idioms sound like chasing anything is totally futile. What am I chasing today? Peace out.