September 17th, 2006
Weird.. It bursts out inside you while you sit and just wait for your turn. You are so sensitive in what you unearth.
Feel it.. Move with it.. Beat o n it..
Rough and bold and deep and painFUL - painLESS… Beat with it..
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Trailed
September 3rd, 2006
What’s the equal of being unanimous, is it existent when the point of having to grasp someone else’s shoulder to support your weakened knees? You brush the cold air off your back, you’re blinded by tiresome flicks made by the ordinary routine of your day. Oiled, soiled and lazy. So as to be vindictive on the unfortunate events that has been parted to you, you begin to mull over unwanted realities. A roadless plan… It is hard to think when you’re contented - a temporary feeling of security when you’ve found out things have settled on their own for a while. Light migraine thudded on my brain.
*** I miss my my warm right side… gotta go!
What’s the equal of being unanimous, is it existent when the point of having to grasp someone else’s shoulder to support your weakened knees? You brush the cold air off your back, you’re blinded by tiresome flicks made by the ordinary routine of your day. Oiled, soiled and lazy. So as to be vindictive on the unfortunate events that has been parted to you, you begin to mull over unwanted realities. A roadless plan… It is hard to think when you’re contented - a temporary feeling of security when you’ve found out things have settled on their own for a while. Light migraine thudded on my brain.
*** I miss my my warm right side… gotta go!
Yellow Jacket
August 14th, 2006
It pours, just as every life has its own form and own reasons. We all know we could paint our visions. Our nothingness is relevant. Packs of confusion may build up but it dissolves as you freely allow it to. The hard splash of cold mud on your clean body may seem insulting, you voluntarily screech in wild anger at nobody, at nothing. There is no reason at all. But you have what it takes to turn and head back to where you have been. It slowed down. It’s sudden silence makes you deaf enough to hear the loud thuds of the little footsteps made by a little girl downstairs. Swirls of violet and gold and rust, everything may seem blinding and nauseating. The fear you’ve been holding is as good as the the years of how you’ve lived your life. I do not let shame and inexperience cloak my being. I am but a devout wanderer. I still continue to tread along and I have been on the eighths of my lessons. I will die leaving half unknown by me. But I will make it sure that I have reached the other half with no proclaims of regret and wondering. I would have smoked the cigarette until it’s last burn, but the smoke should never cease to mingle with the air. It will not loose it’s ingredient, it is around and I and you and we have breathed it in already.
It pours, just as every life has its own form and own reasons. We all know we could paint our visions. Our nothingness is relevant. Packs of confusion may build up but it dissolves as you freely allow it to. The hard splash of cold mud on your clean body may seem insulting, you voluntarily screech in wild anger at nobody, at nothing. There is no reason at all. But you have what it takes to turn and head back to where you have been. It slowed down. It’s sudden silence makes you deaf enough to hear the loud thuds of the little footsteps made by a little girl downstairs. Swirls of violet and gold and rust, everything may seem blinding and nauseating. The fear you’ve been holding is as good as the the years of how you’ve lived your life. I do not let shame and inexperience cloak my being. I am but a devout wanderer. I still continue to tread along and I have been on the eighths of my lessons. I will die leaving half unknown by me. But I will make it sure that I have reached the other half with no proclaims of regret and wondering. I would have smoked the cigarette until it’s last burn, but the smoke should never cease to mingle with the air. It will not loose it’s ingredient, it is around and I and you and we have breathed it in already.
Silver Teardrop
July 19th, 2006
She dusted off the dirt from her jeans as she stood up. She breathed a sigh of relief just as she witnessed the huge light go down to give way to the night. The smooth gushing of the river lingered behind her ears. It’s been hours since she’d stayed and waited for her senses to grip back to the earth’s space. Her heart hurts, her eyes stung. She had just awakened, and her head felt heavy. Dry, battered and alone. She questions the air. She ridicules fate. She hates reality. Her breath mingled with the cool air. All her wishes to be unbothered merged, as she wanted to jump into the deep water and be lost forever. Her thoughts wandered if it would really happen.. Would she be anew? Would she be unknown? Would she be understood? She stared towards the opposite side, the thick branches of the trees of the woods swayed before her in voluntary abandon. The rustling of the leaves were freedom, jealousy creeps into her skin like vile poison. The wind cloaked her whole body, she never stirred to feel the shivering cold but instead, her feet stood grounded and unconscious. She hears a small voice behind her. There he was..asleep and undisturbed. She called out his name, his eyes blinked four times until he was able to create her profile from the blinding aura around her. He reached out for her hand and she gladly took it. Unminding everything else.
She dusted off the dirt from her jeans as she stood up. She breathed a sigh of relief just as she witnessed the huge light go down to give way to the night. The smooth gushing of the river lingered behind her ears. It’s been hours since she’d stayed and waited for her senses to grip back to the earth’s space. Her heart hurts, her eyes stung. She had just awakened, and her head felt heavy. Dry, battered and alone. She questions the air. She ridicules fate. She hates reality. Her breath mingled with the cool air. All her wishes to be unbothered merged, as she wanted to jump into the deep water and be lost forever. Her thoughts wandered if it would really happen.. Would she be anew? Would she be unknown? Would she be understood? She stared towards the opposite side, the thick branches of the trees of the woods swayed before her in voluntary abandon. The rustling of the leaves were freedom, jealousy creeps into her skin like vile poison. The wind cloaked her whole body, she never stirred to feel the shivering cold but instead, her feet stood grounded and unconscious. She hears a small voice behind her. There he was..asleep and undisturbed. She called out his name, his eyes blinked four times until he was able to create her profile from the blinding aura around her. He reached out for her hand and she gladly took it. Unminding everything else.
MyPAGE -|- MyTHOUGHTS
July 18th, 2006
I am merely the observer. Stressful and perplexing. Sleep came past me. Super stylin’. Grazed by small memories. Eyes rolling out of hysteric drama.. I see real people..in drags, in haze, in blur. I see water.. on alleys, on table, on feet. Rain trickled, chain of rattles rang on my skin. Amber pressure on my throat. White nostalgia of emotions. Bitter nausea winked. Eyes dragged. Palms rough. Foul is the air. Taped. Prevented. Pain is rushing fast.. Everything else’s went on fast pace. But the pulse feels tied, restricted. Eveything is gushing.. You hear your heart beating out loud.. It’s too loud… My head pushes in, I cannot get my eyes to close.
I am merely the observer. Stressful and perplexing. Sleep came past me. Super stylin’. Grazed by small memories. Eyes rolling out of hysteric drama.. I see real people..in drags, in haze, in blur. I see water.. on alleys, on table, on feet. Rain trickled, chain of rattles rang on my skin. Amber pressure on my throat. White nostalgia of emotions. Bitter nausea winked. Eyes dragged. Palms rough. Foul is the air. Taped. Prevented. Pain is rushing fast.. Everything else’s went on fast pace. But the pulse feels tied, restricted. Eveything is gushing.. You hear your heart beating out loud.. It’s too loud… My head pushes in, I cannot get my eyes to close.
HEADY
July 2nd, 2006
Sadness gripped my heart as the smoke slowly ventured into my brain in chaotic turmoil. My hands splayed over my raw skin as I watch the chicken pass by below my feet. Cynical… Atypical… My chest is heavy from carrying a nonexisting weight. I am so tired and so confused and I am about to give up. Tears welled up my eyes, I want to be carried away by this smooth breeze. I want to shut my eyes forever.
Sadness gripped my heart as the smoke slowly ventured into my brain in chaotic turmoil. My hands splayed over my raw skin as I watch the chicken pass by below my feet. Cynical… Atypical… My chest is heavy from carrying a nonexisting weight. I am so tired and so confused and I am about to give up. Tears welled up my eyes, I want to be carried away by this smooth breeze. I want to shut my eyes forever.
Blonde and Green
June 29th, 2006
What do you have in mind? I’m in a deep daze. I’m through catching tears and ripping hatred off my chest. I’m on the road to becoming…whatever i wanted to be! I want to be unknown and unnoticeable. I want everything to be through. I want to be a black bead, tied around so that I’d disappear inside the mayhem of golden strings. I want to be undisturbed. The blinding silver light streams outside. The obvious serenity could be hovered around. I am distant. I want to float in the river with the dead leaves and stray insects or lay down the banks of the silent water, my head resting on the roots of an acacia tree. I don’t want to think of riches and wealth nor violence and fears. I want to clear my mind, be content for once. I trample on the soft bed of the prairie. I stomp my feet on the dead weed. I let the last sun sing my skin and the wind billows my hair. I smell the heavy rain, I felt the black mud. I see toads and nightcrawlers, groping their way on the ground. I seldom see butterflies outside. I could kneel. I could pause. I could not think for a while. I want to walk endlessly. I want to see visions of what I want to bring with me to my sleep. I want to feel the graffiti on the smooth walls. I’d peeled off the dead skin off my lips. It is only one in the afternoon.
What do you have in mind? I’m in a deep daze. I’m through catching tears and ripping hatred off my chest. I’m on the road to becoming…whatever i wanted to be! I want to be unknown and unnoticeable. I want everything to be through. I want to be a black bead, tied around so that I’d disappear inside the mayhem of golden strings. I want to be undisturbed. The blinding silver light streams outside. The obvious serenity could be hovered around. I am distant. I want to float in the river with the dead leaves and stray insects or lay down the banks of the silent water, my head resting on the roots of an acacia tree. I don’t want to think of riches and wealth nor violence and fears. I want to clear my mind, be content for once. I trample on the soft bed of the prairie. I stomp my feet on the dead weed. I let the last sun sing my skin and the wind billows my hair. I smell the heavy rain, I felt the black mud. I see toads and nightcrawlers, groping their way on the ground. I seldom see butterflies outside. I could kneel. I could pause. I could not think for a while. I want to walk endlessly. I want to see visions of what I want to bring with me to my sleep. I want to feel the graffiti on the smooth walls. I’d peeled off the dead skin off my lips. It is only one in the afternoon.
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