A picture can say a thousand words. A thousand words can paint a masterpiece.
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Meaning
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
The Enemy Is of the Essence
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Fluff
Monday, September 15, 2014
Silent Music
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
I'm Lucky
That moment. What was it? There was something about that moment that will forever linger in my mind, in my heart. I'm starting to believe it was magic. Yes, magic. That must've been what it was. And is.
There's something about you—and I know that sounds cliché, but it's true—that draws me to you. And something tells me that the feeling I'm feeling is reciprocated. There is this balance in my life that I had once lost and you have restored. But you've gone beyond restoring it. You have built to what it never was or could've been without our meeting.
Lord, I sound like such a sap; such a romantic. I suppose I am.
I love how we can coax a smile from each other. I love how we can be kids and not worry about growing up. And yet, I love how we see a real world around us. We see a real world around us but we are surrounded by fantasy. (That's hard to interpret. I just liked the sound of it.) I love how we hold each other and it feels more natural than breathing.
I'm lucky.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Too Close
Maybe it's a combination of problems that has me so overwhelmed. Maybe there are no problems and that, in itself, is a problem. Oh, gosh. I don't know. I'm stuck in neutral, but I want to drive. I want to leave my past in the dust. Yet, I want to sit in my car with the windows down and listen to the frogs and crickets that kept me awake in my bed night after night from my earliest years until now.
Ugh. Then again, I've always been sheltered and given boundaries. Sometimes I didn't need boundaries because I wasn't even given the space for them. And now? Now I can taste life outside my little Rapunzel tower. No. I can smell it. That's the problem. It's so close. Too close.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
And So It Goes
I'll try my best.
I should've known better. I should've put two and two together and got forever. Okay, not forever. I'm just being melodramatic. But the truth is, I shouldn't have sabotaged my own happiness. Is it the human condition? No, I think it's just my crappy condition. It'll work out, though. Won't it? It always seems to. And if it doesn't, then what? Then, whatever. The Lord may have giveth you, but I hath pusheth away. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Who knew that by getting closer you can push someone so far away?
How much do I invest?
Well, I think I invested a little too much and the market crashed. Or, at least, is in a recession.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Hesitation
How untimely. How perfectly imperfect that I meet such a person as he. And while I act indifferently towards the future, beneath my confident and rational facade, I'm just as unsure about this as I am about the greatest perplexities of mankind. His call to acknowledge reality is resoundingly mature and perhaps too unpalatable for my naiveté. I still insist that I have erupted from that adolescent perception of love that made me once a fool, but I fear a regression. I fear a change too irreversible for a love with no antidote.
Monday, July 7, 2014
That Special Way
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
1997
Saturday, June 7, 2014
And Just Like Magic...
When I say magic, I mean love.
Sometimes magic can be abused. Sometimes it can be startling. Sometimes it can be just what the doctor ordered. Sometimes it can be, well, magical.
And Just Like Magic
And,
Just like magic,
Love comes as a surprise.
And sometimes,
Sometimes,
It's a sunrise;
Soft,
Sweet,
Warm,
New.
As it rises,
You see the rays,
Like the sparks of a first meeting;
Exciting
And enrapturing.
And as the sun glides
Across the sky,
Your world is made warm–
Sometimes hot,
Heated by passion.
Then,
The sun begins to set.
It begins to descend
Into the scheme of forever–
That endless cycle
Of never-ending sunrises and sunsets.
And so,
Even though in the darkness we are left in,
We cannot see tomorrow,
We know it will come
And that the night is darkest
Just before the sun rises.
And the sun is set;
Set on its course.
A display of magic
That never ceases to amaze,
As it never fails to reign.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
The Boy Who Couldn't Laugh
After many years, the village was cloaked in an aura of sadness. The people pleaded with the boy to break his spells, but he refused.
One day, a stranger entered the village. The stranger was a young girl of seventeen years who carried a mirror in her hand. Upon realizing that something was eerily different about this village, she asked a woman what was wrong.
“There is a young man that has silenced our laughter with magic,” she said. The young girl cocked her head in befuddlement.
“But why?”
“Because he cannot laugh himself,” was the reply. Then, the young girl began to laugh. She couldn’t stop.
“How ridiculous and impossible,” she thought.
From the window of his cottage, the young sorcerer saw the girl laughing. In a rage, he stormed out of his home and approached her. In an instant, his hand was raised to the girl, ready to cast his spell. Sparks shot out of his hand and through the air. From behind her back, the girl pulled out her mirror and faced it towards the man.
Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash.
The young girl, still laughing, stood there and watched the sorcerer as he came near. Hesitantly, he peered into the mirror. It was then when he began to laugh. In the mirror, he saw a man with milk-white skin, a bright, red nose, and blue ellipses over his eyelids.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
And Now Here I Am, The Fool
You make me wanna set a stampede of buffalo on you
Like in The Lion King, you'd stumble as they'd hustle you
And you'd scream, but the stomping would muffle you
And I'd be sitting in a bungalow eating a chocolate truffle, ohhhhh
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Zero
He brushed his teeth three times a day, every day. He used to count his brushstrokes. Now, he starts to count, then forgets what he is counting. Sometimes he keeps counting because he thinks it will lead him back to where he started. But most times he stops. When he stops, he looks in the mirror. Then, he starts to cry.
Today, he doesn’t stop. One, two, three… broken vase, then small, triangular darkness, footsteps above… seven, eight, nine… spinning, then hard, cold, flat… thirteen, fourteen, fifteen… first, kiss, scream… nineteen, twenty, twenty-one… wet, cold, deafening, corpses… twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven… a woman, ring, sobbing, asking, wanting, wondering… thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three… black, dirt, stone… thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine… bedtime, stories, teddy… forty-three, forty-four, forty-five… lost, police, worry… forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one… cap, diploma… fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven… breath, gasp, sweat, chest… sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three… humidity, hot, ocean… sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine… visit, greeting cards, toys… seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-five… stranger, intruder… seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one… “Who are you and where am I…?”
...seventy-eight, seventy-seven, seventy-six… tree, car, thunderstorm, typewriter… seventy-two, seventy-one, seventy… white, bed, gala, garden… sixty-six, sixty-five, sixty-four… Bingo, Olympics, walking… sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight… dinner, evening, girlfriend… fifty-four, fifty-three, fifty-two… wedding, family, spring… forty-eight, forty-seven, forty-six… bottle, then spinning, skidding, crash, court, help… forty-two, forty-one, forty… late, coffee, office, meeting, fired… thirty-six, thirty-five, thirty-four… flowers, then nightmares, brave, tissue, smile, diaper… thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight… therapy, past, cleanse, anniversary, hesitation, comfort, conception… twenty-four, twenty-three, twenty-two… interview, schedule, hired, productive, city… eighteen, seventeen, sixteen… test, then failure, a want to escape, a lie, the army… twelve, eleven, ten… a mother, mine, gone, alone, defenseless… six, five, four… a man in white, hands, covering my mouth, kicking, touching, crying… zero.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
A Grand Generation
Only a couple of weeks ago, she was suffering from an unknown problem that made her very sleepy. She was unable to stay awake and it seemed as though she wouldn't be able to pull through; but she did. Then, today, for some strange reason—a riddle as old as time itself—she went to Heaven.
Maybe she missed Grandpa. Now she is an angel; at least, an angel in a different place, a better place. She is sitting next to Grandpa, hand in hand, making her friends laugh while God makes us cry. Yet, we are lucky; for her own laughter forever echoes in our hearts and her smile is stamped on our souls.
And now, four beautiful souls that touched my life like no others are together in Heaven. They are the grand generation, in every sense of the word.
I love you, Grandpa and Grandma Stevenson. I love you, Grandpa and Grandma Vuozzo. I love you. I love you. I love you. Ti amo.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Cookies
I am in very good spirits today. I had a splendid workout this morning and have stuck to my healthy diet (oh, wow, one day). Anyways, in all of this cheer, I want to bake cookies. Yes, right after I mention how I am being all healthy, I have a desire to not be healthy. What a predicament I am in. Oh, well. I suppose I'll just get by on tea and a good time. That reminds me; I wrote a song and some of the lyrics were, "We'll get by, on love and wine." It's funny because I don't drink wine.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Cookies. I'll battle it out. If I make them, then I can only have a couple and maybe it'll do me some good to exercise my will-power. Then again, if I don't make them, that is also exercising my will-power. Blahhhhh.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Weight Off My Shoulders (And Everywhere Else on My Body)
I once tried this diet plan and let me tell you: It works. Of course, I wasn't going as hardcore as they suggested, but I wasn't in a hurry to lose ten pounds in a week. Seriously, though. Now that Easter is over, I don't have any holidays to get in my way and mess with my self-control.
http://voices.yahoo.com/bikini-emergency-lose-10-pounds-week-6224706.html
I don't have that much on my plate anymore with school winding down so I'll be able to exercise much more. It's a good time of year to buy fresh produce so I won't have an excuse for eating unhealthy, processed foods. The weather is nice so I can't say that it's too cold to run or be outside. Just with those things in mind, I think I'm in a good place. However, we all know that we make these decisions and then we counter them. Well, I'm going to do my best not to. So, if it's not too much trouble, comment whenever you feel inclined. Thank you.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Country Music (Don't Ignore This Just Because You're Not a Fan Because You Might Gain Some Respect For It)
Country music speaks for itself. What does the word "country" mean? It means "the people of a nation". Country music is music about the people of a nation. Now, while there are some people who don't comprehend this (ethnicity is not the same as nationality or nation of citizenship), it cannot be disputed that Americans share a set of core values: family, friendship, and the love that those two things encompass. That's what country music is all about. It's about life in its purest form.
Some songs talk about squirrels ("Country Girl" by Luke Bryan), some about wine ("Strawberry Wine" by Deana Carter), some about trucks (too many to pick one), and even more about beer (obviously). These are just symbols of family, friends, and love.
Squirrels seem a bit ambiguous, but, when you think about it, and this may be a tad absurd, squirrels are a common part of life (at least, for me and for most people in the Northeast). That's a symbol of stability and, the more obvious symbol, silliness.
Then, we have wine. Wine is characteristic of people. Wine is deep. Wine is alive and laid-back. Wine is sweet and bitter; strawberry wine is bittersweet. So, maybe, wine is more a symbol of life because we all know it isn't always sweet.
Trucks and beer... now, those aren't exactly symbols, but the songs that they are written into are stories about life. We all have those. Trucks and beer seem to characterize a lifestyle. We don't all have the same lifestyle, but we can relate to those that things that make us reminisce about our childhood or our first love or our people—those that make us who we are. Maybe the truck that Kip Moore talks about in a farmer's field with a girl in a red sundress is your grandma's Honda Civic in the movie theater parking-lot with a girl in UGG boots. But there was something about that night, something in the way that girl looked at you, that made you remember every detail of the whole evening. So, trucks and beer just might be what connect people to, well, people.
Maybe you don't drink a ton of beer or drive a pick-up truck, but the messages in country music are universal. Country music is about life and it's your challenge to translate someone else's story into your own. How much more enriching can music get?
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Vision Clouded by Your Smoke
Sunday, April 6, 2014
If You Ever Thought About Me...
I've thought about you every day. And today, I was overcome by a feeling. It was a moment of weakness, in one sense, and a moment of sense, in another sense. A sixth sense, if you will. It was the feeling that I couldn't keep you out anymore. So I opened the door a crack and you stuck your foot in the opening.
Even if this isn't something, it's everything. You know what I mean.
The next step will probably be harder and easier. I'll have to tell you that I'm sorry and I'll be lucky enough to talk to you, if I do.
Thank God for moments of weakness that make us stronger.