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.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Monday, July 7, 2014
That Special Way
You held like you always have. That special way. Only you can hold me that way. That way. And the way you looked at me. The way you look at me. It brought tears to my eyes. Not your everyday tears. They weren't these salty, stinging drops. They were like liquid glass, making my world clearer, brighter. That is how you make my world. And as you spun me around and I smiled behind and in front of my tears, so did you. You smiled and laughed and cried and when all was said and done, you held me in that special way. That special way that a mommy hugs her baby.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
1997
When this post was first published—which is strange since I haven't even finished this little writing exercise, if you will, nor have I decided what it ought to be about—this blog had just hit 1,997 views. In 1997, I was one year old. Now, of what relevance this has to what I'm about to write, I don't know. Actually, as I said, I don't know what I'm typing about, wasting up pixels like a terrible computer graphic (perhaps you've heard of Atari's "E.T." video game). Alright, I suppose it's about time to begin talking about something of at least some significance.
I was thinking earlier today, whilst wasting (I waste a lot) away the day on YouTube (but isn't that the most human thing a person of the year 2014 can do?). By the time I completed the following videos, I came up with a splendid idea.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BT0hj6VTFzU
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k6PxMRUgmbA
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_y0SCQJvA1c
If I ever have a grand ole group of friends—not that I don't have plenty of grand ole friends, but you know... the Friends variety of, well, friends—I plan on starting up "YouTube Night". On this night, once a month or week, we'd spend our time sharing our YouTube discoveries attempting to have the best video share. Then, we'd vote on our favorites to decide the winner.
Okay, okay. Don't ask why this began with my mentioning the view count. Maybe, just maybe, I'm subtly attempting to encourage you to share this blog and subscribe and boost my feverish writing and overall inscribed psychotic cranium explosion. Toodles, ta-ta, and take care.
Saturday, June 7, 2014
And Just Like Magic...
Let's talk about 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.
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
Once upon a time, there was a little boy who couldn't laugh. The people in his village pitied him, but the boy had magical powers. When people laughed at him, he would scowl and release a flash of magic from his fingertips that would shut off their laughter.
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.
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
Well, "I knew you were trouble." God, did I know. I even wrote about it on here a couple times (those posts are unavailable). I even said that you're friends with the ex-girlfriend so that had to be bad news. And guess what? It was. It is. I don't even know what to make of you.
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
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 had a smile that never failed him. Even after many years of use, it maintained its ability to mend a broken heart or to heal grief-stricken eyes. It spoke in such a loud but comforting voice. It spoke to those afraid to die and those afraid to live.
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.
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.
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