I'm not crazy, i'm just a little unvwell. I know, that right now you can't tell.
But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see, a different side of me. Anyway. Don't know why, but I just felt the need to blog though i've got nothin to say. Perhaps this is just becoming a routine in my subconscious, and when I don't update, I feel a loss of some sort. Strange this is, look into this further, I shall.
Well, I could atleast hammer out a list since I haven't done that in a good bit.
Movie: Star Wars, Episode IV: A New Hope
Music: Tool, Salival
Game: ZOMBIES!!!
Quote: "We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the universe" -Fight Club
Guess I'll post a poem since I haven't done that in a while either....
Ephemeral
One.
You don’t edit a poem, you mold it. It sticks
to your ribs and kicks you. Forces you
to hold its whisping breath between your toes.
Have you ever loved and hated yourself,
at the same time? You begin and end
an entire lifespan on one frozen stitch of time.
What if time travel really were possible?
How would you deal with the lines?
The waiting.
The howling.
The congruency of nature.
The robotic hymns.
The crumbling social order of circles.
The rise and fall of acorns in the ocean.
The obscurity of coffee spilling morons with
Trenchcoats and dark visages. With their
Insecurities, and yet, self-loathing arrogance.
Nothing ever changes in this timeline.
Two.
I can piss myself off just fine, thank you.
How was your trip to the sun? Did you
See me watching as you left?
It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone.
Who’s left to tell once everyone has read
Their New York Times, and had their daily
High-ball. There’s no great mystery to life my
Friend, so fucking get over it.
All life is a series of moments,
At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Well, that's it for now. Maybe more soon.
-Bren
Well, I could atleast hammer out a list since I haven't done that in a good bit.
Movie: Star Wars, Episode IV: A New Hope
Music: Tool, Salival
Game: ZOMBIES!!!
Quote: "We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the universe" -Fight Club
Guess I'll post a poem since I haven't done that in a while either....
Ephemeral
One.
You don’t edit a poem, you mold it. It sticks
to your ribs and kicks you. Forces you
to hold its whisping breath between your toes.
Have you ever loved and hated yourself,
at the same time? You begin and end
an entire lifespan on one frozen stitch of time.
What if time travel really were possible?
How would you deal with the lines?
The waiting.
The howling.
The congruency of nature.
The robotic hymns.
The crumbling social order of circles.
The rise and fall of acorns in the ocean.
The obscurity of coffee spilling morons with
Trenchcoats and dark visages. With their
Insecurities, and yet, self-loathing arrogance.
Nothing ever changes in this timeline.
Two.
I can piss myself off just fine, thank you.
How was your trip to the sun? Did you
See me watching as you left?
It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone.
Who’s left to tell once everyone has read
Their New York Times, and had their daily
High-ball. There’s no great mystery to life my
Friend, so fucking get over it.
All life is a series of moments,
At least that’s what I keep telling myself.
Well, that's it for now. Maybe more soon.
-Bren
posted by Bren_Fish at 3:00 AM
2 Comments:
I like the first poem best, the second one is angry sounding.
"Don't know why, but I just felt the need to blog though i've got nothin to say. Perhaps this is just becoming a routine in my subconscious, and when I don't update, I feel a loss of some sort."
That, love, is the feeling of a true blogger, welcome to our midst.
Wow, I like the poem. Especially, I like the last few lines of one (coffee-spilling morons -- dark visages), and I like the way two seems so determined and angry, until the last line. :)
Sadly, I feel I should warn you that it's likely your blog addiction will get much worse -- soon, that feeling of loss will progress into a need for blogging, and a lack of blog will progress into a feeling of complete emptiness inside. You can never be whole again, apart from your blog.
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