Saturday, November 28, 2009

Just a Thought

November's ending and I haven't seen a storm. It's all incomplete. But perhaps that only means that we have to write our own endings. But I can only think in echoes. And you don't need us.

We do what we can.

Don't we?

Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose. There's really nothing more to it.

I'm sailing on the other side now.


Tuesday, November 24, 2009



We're all just playing roles. Sometimes you are me and I am you and they are us and we are them, but nothing ever changes except the clouds I find floating around me. Sheep are sacrifices. Humans are martyrs. Gods are invincible. And the proud are punished.

Rain will fall. Legends will be born. Memories will die. The wrath of vengeful gods may fall upon us. But we will laugh our way through it all. Because that's the only road that's there for the lost. And the dead walk beside us.

Some things can not be buried deep enough. Some ghosts never leave. Some clouds slowly choke you to death.

I'm done chasing rainbows. I like this rabbit hole. This time, the sky will have to find me. And I can always hide on the moon.

Stars stay in corners of your eyes. And sometimes you can remember how to fly, even if you never even dreamed of doing so. The world is strange, and we're all locked in tight.

Here's a secret.
The key is the slow steady destruction of your soul.

November to December


For three days, I was a nervous wreck. We were a scattered crew sailing through an electric storm. For three days, I was merely a blurry shadow on a burning boat. But we made it through. We didn't sink. It may not have been as great as it could have been, but it wasn't a complete disaster either. It happened. I didn't think we could but we did anyway. I'm happy and proud and depressed and so utterly sad. November's ending. And the wait returns.

But it's alright. December isn't all that bad either.

Every silver lining's got a touch of gray..

Autumn frosts may have slain July, but November rain melts everything.

Remind me to breathe?

Sunday, November 15, 2009


It's all about schisms.

How do you sail across nothingness?
You make me calm the way curling smoke does.
From the inside.

Is the war over?
It's the Aftermath that's hard to live with.

How do you stop time?
We can't get clean again.

Where would you go to if you could go wherever it is that you want to go to?
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Blow my house down.
I'm gone,
Where did you go?

I want to implode
But I have no pockets.

The insides of my mind are crumbling, melting, twisting.
Sweet November.

Where would you go?
The chains were never really there, but I'm too weary to fly.
And how do you escape the sky?

I'm so much younger than that now.
Will I remember how to fly?

Some dreams are worth staying in.
Some realities deserve escaping.
Some habits are impossible to break.


God doesn't forsake any of his children.

Is the world the wrong way up or is it just me?

I was only a reflection.
Catch me if you can?

I looked through the looking glass and I don't want to go back.
I like the Other side.
And why would I climb when I know how to fly?
How long will I slide?

Nothing can be explained.
Say it isn't so.
But it is and all the highways in the world are to hell.

I don't leave footsteps, I leave skid-marks.
Burn me a tattoo on my soul, darling?
'cause I am the highway...

Where did you go?
As much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.

Oh. Must be just me, then.


Friday, November 13, 2009

SF 09

6 days, 3 exams and 20 hours of class to go.



Friday, November 6, 2009


Curse you, November
An abusive(obsessive) relation!
Will this never end?


Now playing: Gov't Mule - Banks of the Deep End
via FoxyTunes

Holiday Post

Realized I couldn't leave without a customary holiday post. But I was going to. Which is strange. I guess things change.

No more food whenever I want
(except there is)

No more cold,
metal bars that leave lines
and lines
and hurt

No more endless sleeplessness
(except there is)

No more soft, warm comfort
(except there is)

No more sobriety
Hell, yeah!

Now playing: Lounge Piranha - Ebb
via FoxyTunes

Thursday, November 5, 2009


White isn't pure; White is blank.

Black isn't pure; It's just that heavily corrupted.

Red isn't pure; Wrath and Lust hide within. (And two sins are better than one?)

Blue isn't pure; It's empty and Sad.

Gray isn't pure; It's decayed, old and forgotten

Yellow isn't pure; It's fake and social

Pink isn't pure; It's the color of teenage promiscuity

And Green?
Moss and envy are as pure as you can get, dear...