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Showing posts with label blogging rampage. Show all posts

Cold December Morning

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It's another cold December morning.
The sunlight peeps in through the window,
And prepares to greet me, even though
It knows it is hardly welcome.
Thankfully, there is still some time
Before the lonesome darkness is gone.

I've closed my eyes again;
Sometimes, staring at the ceiling fan just
Doesn't help your motivation levels at all.

I'm off to dreamland again.
Partial, disturbed sleep takes me there.

Memories.
Happier times; happier faces.
Sepia-toned.
But it's dreamland,
So everything's censored to my mind's comfort.
The sadder parts are gone.

People.
Good, bad, ugly.
Happy, sad, and unbothered.
And it's dreamland.
So only the best parts are remembered;
There are no bad qualities.

Feelings.
All sorts.
Every kind imaginable.
And it's dreamland.
But that changes nothing;
Everything is the same,
However sweet, stingy or saddening;
The bridge between the real and the unreal.

And sunlight bursts in, and my eyes open.
I'm back from dreamland,
And the ceiling fan greets me with a blank stare.



X-x-X

I'd written this sometime last year, presumably on a 'cold December morning'.
I didn't like it enough when I wrote it though, still don't; but I figured, 'Eh, what the hell?'
:/

A Misguiding's Tale

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I took you by the hand and walked with you
Across mountains, seas, heavens
As time flew us by;
Seconds, minutes, hours

A silent void would persist in the pits of our bellies;
The winds would guide us from cloud to cloud,
A series of short, stout little jumps

And the hours turned to days, weeks.
The weeks turned into years.
Yet we walked on, tirelessly.

And on the crossing between two clouds,
Our eyes met, our fingers touched;
An unexpected rendezvous of our souls
Then the clouds burst, and it rained...

And gently yet, I drifted away
With the winds that had brought us together,
Departing with merely the memory of a touch;
For at the crack of dawn, the winds were gone,
And so was I...

I'm sorry I led you on to the winds;
They refuse to guide you anymore...
You are on your own now



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When you're a poet (or claim to be one), there are certain things you must write. They needn't always make sense; but you do it anyway, for no rhyme or reason.
This was one of those things.

Singsong Blues

| Posted in , , , , , , , | Posted on 7:23 PM

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I wrote this in the tenth grade, a year back. I think I'll make it into a song too. It's just weird because it doesn't have a chorus; not to worry I'll put in guitar solos. Have fun reading. :)


Am I in love?
Or am I just confused...
Do I really care about her
Or are my screws loose?

Her eyes tell me she loves me
But her words beg to differ
And I do not know what to take
Or even what to infer...

She's crazy enough to talk of hate
And feelings, and the wild skies
But even though she looks so true
She sure is shrouded with lies

She thinks too much, as does she speak;
As abstract as a splatter of ink
She'll tell you to go screw yourself
And follow it up with a wink
(guitar solo)

She's filled with candor
And boy, is she plenty candid
And goddamned as hell, some skill she's got
Her words are pretty splendid

It's not that she's alone
She just likes introspection
And whether or not she's a great soul
Can't be seen in her reflection

But in her heart, she knows...
She's in need of someone else too
And even if he's standing right next to her
She'll just be feeling blue

And we'll be singing the singsong blues!
The singsong blues!
Till our voices are worn,
And strings are torn
And lives are forgotten...
(outro - guitar solo)

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Tenth grade wasn't so bad then after all, was it? 3:)

P.S. The blogging rampage has officially begun. 


Goodbye Blue Sky

| Posted in , , , , , , , , , | Posted on 1:47 PM

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  Hi.
  So apparently, I'm back for a while.
  Life's been sucky. I mean, yeah, beginning of eleventh grade + science; what else do you expect? :/
  Anyway, I passed the first term. Yay! 55.2% in all. The weird bit is, I scored EXACTLY 44 on 100 in each of Physics, Chemistry and Maths. Thank you for saving me, English. I was eternally indebted to you as it were, anyway.
  The skies around me just turned a darker shade. Goodbye Blue Sky. Hello Cruel World. 
  If you're a Floyd fan, you'd understand the references made in the line just above this one, but don't beat yourself if you don't. :)
  I'm learning a lot about people, how they work, how they function and whatnot. I'm not referring to the usual 'people' here. The average folk I know of, it's just the unconditionally incomprehensible ones that I'm learning about now, thanks to one of my better friends, and one of those rare people that actually deserve respect.
  Some people don't reply to my texts. Some people don't call me or talk to me. Some people teach me about confronting people and shy away when their turn comes. Some people I still love for no plausible reason. And some people just need to make true friends, or make their existing friends feel like they're pals; not everyone's a mind reader.
  And I'm a cheesy bitch.
  Sigh.
  Ohhhh-kay.
  I found the Matrix 5-subject notebook I wrote in in the ninth grade. A bunch of poems I still haven't posted lie there to be unearthed. Awesomeness.
 This is to officially announce I'll try as hard as I can to go on a blogging rampage. 
  And, oh!
  Check these out:

  Beauty pageant contestants answers to "should math be taught in school?'


 http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=294099480615744
 (I don't seem to be able to embed this into a video. It's pretty awesome though, you should TOTALLY watch it.)


  And then there's of course, Floyd. I've been listening to tons more bands lately, but it's just that, this video and this song... there's just something there that sticks. I don't know what it is, and I'll possibly never find out, but fuck it. To me, music's always welcome. 
  
  David Gilmour - Echoes (Part 1) - Remember that Night.


  (You'll know how fucking crazy this song is by the response of the audience when Richard Wright hits the first note.)


  
 Bubbye, then.
 'Til we meet next (hopefully for a blogging rampage).


 :)
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