A temptation to write.
Started working at the new job. Well it's training, but still it's pretty cool. Not nearly as much work with more pay, so who can complain? I'm just glad to get out of the dramafest that was the last job. And with it most of my medical bills from when I fucked up my hand are close to being paid off. Should be able to get them finished this month. Then I can move out. So many steps.
Mental Note: Computer needs video card, ram, and speaker upgrade. A new keyboard and tower wouldn't hurt either.
And now a moment to enjoy the written word. Enjoy.
Rapunzel Doppelganger Drama
Three years of mistakes pack into bags by the front door,
with the quarrel of tangled spirits and false convictions.
From the tops of towers they wait for the other,
but four years later no contact, just letters.
It's not about the rising and falling of the sun or moon,
or how many stars are devoted to the eyes.
A sentiment captured in four chambers,
and held together by strings and marionette operators.
Conflicting for hours upon days of grief,
the complications provide little insight and only prolong the argument.
When the skin peels and reveals,
the reasons rejuvenate.
Back into the social world that everyone never gives a damn about. Schooling is on the mind again and I'm leaning towards going back to art school. I have a friend that says she'll apply if I do, so I'm kinda more motivated because I'll have someone taking the chance with me. It'll breathe life back into a passion that shouldn't ever die in me. I prefer creating so much more than doing any other mundane job. Let me write or let me draw or let me direct. Seriously. I might just kill someone otherwise. Basically I carry a pen on me at all times. my arms wear ink like permanence and my jeans remember notes before mutating into canvases. thank goodness for the cool air. makes it more comfortable to wear my jeans so it's okay to have large amounts of writing on them. eventually it'll become a trend and I'll stop it just because I hate being near trends, but then again I'm probably part of more than I know. Oh well I really didn't have a whole lot to say, just words I've written because I need to get back into the habit of writing more frequently again.
Afterlife Rendevzous
your eyes are not open
and I sit propped on the pillow
praying you aren't taken from me in your slumber.
i'd rather be colorblind
tormented with the gift of sight without seeing.
life becoming a walking black and white movie
with no one to describe the colors of their world to me.
building a forgotten memory
of lovers floating down a river
staring up at a cloudless night
but feeling emptiness beside me
tomorrow I'm finding my way through
pouring more into the vessel in my chest
let the heart overflow
spill over and form a river of souls
merging further down at the mouth
i'm further down the river, colorblind.
describe it to me.
Mental Note: Computer needs video card, ram, and speaker upgrade. A new keyboard and tower wouldn't hurt either.
And now a moment to enjoy the written word. Enjoy.
Rapunzel Doppelganger Drama
Three years of mistakes pack into bags by the front door,
with the quarrel of tangled spirits and false convictions.
From the tops of towers they wait for the other,
but four years later no contact, just letters.
It's not about the rising and falling of the sun or moon,
or how many stars are devoted to the eyes.
A sentiment captured in four chambers,
and held together by strings and marionette operators.
Conflicting for hours upon days of grief,
the complications provide little insight and only prolong the argument.
When the skin peels and reveals,
the reasons rejuvenate.
Back into the social world that everyone never gives a damn about. Schooling is on the mind again and I'm leaning towards going back to art school. I have a friend that says she'll apply if I do, so I'm kinda more motivated because I'll have someone taking the chance with me. It'll breathe life back into a passion that shouldn't ever die in me. I prefer creating so much more than doing any other mundane job. Let me write or let me draw or let me direct. Seriously. I might just kill someone otherwise. Basically I carry a pen on me at all times. my arms wear ink like permanence and my jeans remember notes before mutating into canvases. thank goodness for the cool air. makes it more comfortable to wear my jeans so it's okay to have large amounts of writing on them. eventually it'll become a trend and I'll stop it just because I hate being near trends, but then again I'm probably part of more than I know. Oh well I really didn't have a whole lot to say, just words I've written because I need to get back into the habit of writing more frequently again.
Afterlife Rendevzous
your eyes are not open
and I sit propped on the pillow
praying you aren't taken from me in your slumber.
i'd rather be colorblind
tormented with the gift of sight without seeing.
life becoming a walking black and white movie
with no one to describe the colors of their world to me.
building a forgotten memory
of lovers floating down a river
staring up at a cloudless night
but feeling emptiness beside me
tomorrow I'm finding my way through
pouring more into the vessel in my chest
let the heart overflow
spill over and form a river of souls
merging further down at the mouth
i'm further down the river, colorblind.
describe it to me.