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Monday, May 17, 2010
VI. Telephone
Remember when we used to live for the weekend?
Now we're working twelve to twelve.
Remember when the sun used to light the whole city?
Now it's just the fires in hell.
And remember when I never answered my phone?
Well, guess what? That's happening still.
I think about you too often; I'm crazy,
But I swear, it's against my will.
I don't even notice I'm rhyming the words,
But I suppose it's found its way into my bones.
But like I was saying, I think if you call me,
I'll consider picking up the phone.
We can go out on a Tuesday,
Unless you work Wednesdays, or if you're okay being tired that's cool.
Better yet, let's make it a Monday,
Drink some wine, watch a movie, and I'm starting to sound like a fool.
What if I play a song that you know all the words to?
Promise me you'll sing along.
I'll be way too uncomfortable to serenade you,
Plus, I'll probably play the whole thing wrong.
6/100, 17 May 2010
Now we're working twelve to twelve.
Remember when the sun used to light the whole city?
Now it's just the fires in hell.
And remember when I never answered my phone?
Well, guess what? That's happening still.
I think about you too often; I'm crazy,
But I swear, it's against my will.
I don't even notice I'm rhyming the words,
But I suppose it's found its way into my bones.
But like I was saying, I think if you call me,
I'll consider picking up the phone.
We can go out on a Tuesday,
Unless you work Wednesdays, or if you're okay being tired that's cool.
Better yet, let's make it a Monday,
Drink some wine, watch a movie, and I'm starting to sound like a fool.
What if I play a song that you know all the words to?
Promise me you'll sing along.
I'll be way too uncomfortable to serenade you,
Plus, I'll probably play the whole thing wrong.
6/100, 17 May 2010
V. City
It's a quiet city night
In your quiet city life.
As you sleep by the quiet city lights,
I am driving past your window with the radio loud,
Stirring you from slumber
Like stars fell from the sky tonight.
So I leave my house tonight
With just a dollar and a pocket knife
And when I look into your eyes,
All I see is a kiss-collide.
5/100, 15 May 2010
In your quiet city life.
As you sleep by the quiet city lights,
I am driving past your window with the radio loud,
Stirring you from slumber
Like stars fell from the sky tonight.
So I leave my house tonight
With just a dollar and a pocket knife
And when I look into your eyes,
All I see is a kiss-collide.
5/100, 15 May 2010
IV. Sun in My Arms
I want to fall asleep with the sun in my arms.
This imaginary love can become real,
Something will finally be able to keep me warm.
Mid-May and my feet are like ice,
My hands are shaking and something is wrong.
How has time passed this quickly without anyone noticing?
School's are getting out for the summer already,
But you never came, so you never left.
4/100, 13 May 2010
This imaginary love can become real,
Something will finally be able to keep me warm.
Mid-May and my feet are like ice,
My hands are shaking and something is wrong.
How has time passed this quickly without anyone noticing?
School's are getting out for the summer already,
But you never came, so you never left.
4/100, 13 May 2010
III. Slight
I hate everyone.
No, not hate,
It's just an anger that comes and goes with the scent in the air before the rains.
And no, not everyone.
Not you,
Blue eyes, lips slightly parted.
I see you smiling in my sleep.
And I'm sorry that I am even capable for such heartache,
But I'm not settling for anything less
Than my dreams of soft whispers and soft kisses,
And blue eyes and slightly parted lips.
3/100, 11 May 2010
No, not hate,
It's just an anger that comes and goes with the scent in the air before the rains.
And no, not everyone.
Not you,
Blue eyes, lips slightly parted.
I see you smiling in my sleep.
And I'm sorry that I am even capable for such heartache,
But I'm not settling for anything less
Than my dreams of soft whispers and soft kisses,
And blue eyes and slightly parted lips.
3/100, 11 May 2010
Crazy.
Am I crazy?
Two people asked me out on Tuesday within an hour of each other. It was the most awkward and frustrating experience ever because I knew they were both aware of what was going on. I told them both no, only because I have very, not even high, but specific standards. It's difficult to explain, but when I like-like someone, it has to be them, and I won't settle for less. Granted, I typically like more than one person at a time, so I still have options kind of. Because of this I'm okay with being single for the time being. It probably doesn't help that I'm not the kind of person to make a first move, but that's a different problem entirely. I just don't want to be let down.
Additionally, I spent a pretty solid amount of time on wikiHow this afternoon trying to figure out what flirting is, and how to identify it. The only conclusion I came to was that it's different for everyone. There are some things that may be pretty obvious, but even subconscious body language differs from person to person. This is where my aforementioned craziness begins. If someone repeatedly tells me that they like me and like having me around are they flirting or do they just think I'm a pretty cool person?! I know what I'm hearing, but I can't tell. I know what I want, but I can't act. Even if I flirt back, it might not even be perceived as flirting. Actually, that's probably false, considering the amount of people I have unknowingly flirted with and subsequently led on and on and on. It's a problem. And what's even weirder is the two people who asked me out Tuesday I don't believe I've flirted with or led on. One of them I'm friends with, he's an okay guy, but I don't want to get with him. The other, is a total creep that I avoided all contact with. He didn't even get a courteous response when he asked me, and I didn't feel the least bit bad saying no.
I am so glad school is done for the summer. The only real let down is that when I go back in September, only a small handful of my friends will still be there because everyone is graduating. I like new people though, so I guess I'm hoping for the best.
How about a short movie review?
I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang, released in 1932, directed by Mervyn LeRoy.
Paul Muni stars in this fantastic film. Being from 1932, I was worried about the quality of the DVD transfer, but it was crystal clear, widescreen, beautiful. The story is basically about a man who returns from the World War and refuses to return to a factory job, as much of his army time was spent doing engineering. This doesn't quite go as planned, and he ends up as a vagabond wandering from state to state. He eventually meets a man that offers to buy him a hamburger, and it is 100% clear that that is the only thing Muni's character wants. Well, as the burgers are cooking the man Muni met pulls out a gun and attempts to rob the joint, forcing Muni to empty the draw against his will. And of course, he gets caught and sentenced to several years of prison. In case the title didn't give it away, he escapes, and the movie starts to seem as though it may end happily. And from here on out the spoilers begins. Unfortunately he ends up back in prison after 8-ish years, with the promise of a 90 day pardon. He escapes again after that promise turns into a lie, and is forced to spend the rest of his life running from the police. In this respect, the movie ends on a very sour note. He sees the love of his life that he hasn't seen because he's been hiding, only to tell her that he is never going to see her again; that he is forced to steal food and clothes and only travel by the cloak of night. Overall, I thought it was a fantastic movie. Kind of similar to 1958's The Defiant Ones, but thinking about it now, that's really only because they both involve prison escapes. They would definitely make a good pair for a double feature though. Starting with this one and ending with the latter.
Alright, I believe that's all for now, I have a couple poems to post, but this was a solid post.
Two people asked me out on Tuesday within an hour of each other. It was the most awkward and frustrating experience ever because I knew they were both aware of what was going on. I told them both no, only because I have very, not even high, but specific standards. It's difficult to explain, but when I like-like someone, it has to be them, and I won't settle for less. Granted, I typically like more than one person at a time, so I still have options kind of. Because of this I'm okay with being single for the time being. It probably doesn't help that I'm not the kind of person to make a first move, but that's a different problem entirely. I just don't want to be let down.
Additionally, I spent a pretty solid amount of time on wikiHow this afternoon trying to figure out what flirting is, and how to identify it. The only conclusion I came to was that it's different for everyone. There are some things that may be pretty obvious, but even subconscious body language differs from person to person. This is where my aforementioned craziness begins. If someone repeatedly tells me that they like me and like having me around are they flirting or do they just think I'm a pretty cool person?! I know what I'm hearing, but I can't tell. I know what I want, but I can't act. Even if I flirt back, it might not even be perceived as flirting. Actually, that's probably false, considering the amount of people I have unknowingly flirted with and subsequently led on and on and on. It's a problem. And what's even weirder is the two people who asked me out Tuesday I don't believe I've flirted with or led on. One of them I'm friends with, he's an okay guy, but I don't want to get with him. The other, is a total creep that I avoided all contact with. He didn't even get a courteous response when he asked me, and I didn't feel the least bit bad saying no.
I am so glad school is done for the summer. The only real let down is that when I go back in September, only a small handful of my friends will still be there because everyone is graduating. I like new people though, so I guess I'm hoping for the best.
How about a short movie review?
I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang, released in 1932, directed by Mervyn LeRoy.
Paul Muni stars in this fantastic film. Being from 1932, I was worried about the quality of the DVD transfer, but it was crystal clear, widescreen, beautiful. The story is basically about a man who returns from the World War and refuses to return to a factory job, as much of his army time was spent doing engineering. This doesn't quite go as planned, and he ends up as a vagabond wandering from state to state. He eventually meets a man that offers to buy him a hamburger, and it is 100% clear that that is the only thing Muni's character wants. Well, as the burgers are cooking the man Muni met pulls out a gun and attempts to rob the joint, forcing Muni to empty the draw against his will. And of course, he gets caught and sentenced to several years of prison. In case the title didn't give it away, he escapes, and the movie starts to seem as though it may end happily. And from here on out the spoilers begins. Unfortunately he ends up back in prison after 8-ish years, with the promise of a 90 day pardon. He escapes again after that promise turns into a lie, and is forced to spend the rest of his life running from the police. In this respect, the movie ends on a very sour note. He sees the love of his life that he hasn't seen because he's been hiding, only to tell her that he is never going to see her again; that he is forced to steal food and clothes and only travel by the cloak of night. Overall, I thought it was a fantastic movie. Kind of similar to 1958's The Defiant Ones, but thinking about it now, that's really only because they both involve prison escapes. They would definitely make a good pair for a double feature though. Starting with this one and ending with the latter.
Alright, I believe that's all for now, I have a couple poems to post, but this was a solid post.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
II. If It Was Not for You
It all makes sense now.
At some point disaster struck,
And what I thought was a miracle turned out to be a baited hook.
Songs about your shining eyes in my bed
Turn out to be filigree and bullshit.
You never heard a word
Because I never said a word.
And I know this is entirely my fault,
No matter how often I attempt to circumvent all the blame.
And it's a new face, new voice, new name every day.
So please, if you slowly and silently begin to read,
Don't fall for the wrong me,
Or the wrong line of poetry
Because if it was not for you, I cannot make it be.
So, I guess I'm sorry if someone else made you smile,
Be calm and quiet, I just need a little while
To let your hair and eyes sink into me.
Then you can hear your own words pouring from my teeth.
2/100, 10 May 2010
At some point disaster struck,
And what I thought was a miracle turned out to be a baited hook.
Songs about your shining eyes in my bed
Turn out to be filigree and bullshit.
You never heard a word
Because I never said a word.
And I know this is entirely my fault,
No matter how often I attempt to circumvent all the blame.
And it's a new face, new voice, new name every day.
So please, if you slowly and silently begin to read,
Don't fall for the wrong me,
Or the wrong line of poetry
Because if it was not for you, I cannot make it be.
So, I guess I'm sorry if someone else made you smile,
Be calm and quiet, I just need a little while
To let your hair and eyes sink into me.
Then you can hear your own words pouring from my teeth.
2/100, 10 May 2010
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