Collapse without a reason. Lose without a chance. Caught with no escape. Sometimes you just need a moment to break down so you can rebuild yourself. Damn them if you’ll let them tell you who you are.
.you are Worthless
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I am supposed to write about myself, but I only find that I’m distracted by other things. Maybe toast, or what I’m going to eat for dinner the next day. I find that the tree across the street moves a little to often for a tree. There isn’t even any wind outside. Maybe its effected by the motion of the earth. Very often the earth moves. It moves everyday, all day long. There hasn’t been any recorded history of the earth being motionless, yet. That could happen soon. Strange things happen very often. The other day I saw a women get hit by a car. She broke her arm. Everything else was okay. I was eating a delicious sandwich at the time. I probably should have bought those books for class, but the library is easy enough to get to so that I can use its resources to complete my assignments for class.
One of which being this one, where I have to write about myself. I become distracted at certain times, and when my mind needs it most. When I start talking about something without significance, I tend to continue talking about other random things of little significance. I attend the NEiA for audio and media technology. One of my favorite things to do is discover new music and record music to play with and edit. I love being outside, and I love being with others outside. The intelect and diversity of those around me intrigue me and keep me atentive to things I would normally never notice. I am never intentionally late, and I always try to find the best way to keep the peace among everyone. I won’t look for conflict unless I strongly disagree with a position, and in that case I will always start with words before force. I think these are those most important things to know about me. They are not presented in any specific order of importance in my life. They are just random and are there, and happen to be who I am.
Accusatory owls
You say “who? Who? Who?”
Are your feathers so clean?
Maybe it was YOU!!
Silence for me is…
my seconds-apart clocks ticking out of sync
the rustling of my hamster finding warmth within her cage
the squeaking of floors both above and below me
babies crying along side their abused mothers
the building door and car doors slamming
the ting and bubble of my floor radiator
a group of birds reciting melodies
the humming of this Earth’s electricity
I listen closer, press my ears against thin air
Hear that constant siren, faint enough that I don’t care
Begin to think for a moment of what you did this morning. When you placed your feet upon the ground, simultaneously throwing the covers from your chest into the corner of your bed, was there an abstract thought that entered your consciousness? There always is yet we never remember what it is the second after it occurred. Tomorrow morning, when that thought hits you, remember it. It will help you throughout your day.
I am an aeroplane bumblebee
flying in long distance circles
chasing the wind
cutting the breeze
Just know…that there is some place
in our collective sub-conscious
where we are together.
When you laugh, I am in the dreamspace laughing.
When I cry, you are in the dreamspace crying.
When you yell ‘FUCK,’ WE are in the dreamspace.
yelling fuck, crying, and laughing. All at once. And it is bliss.
Something screamed past me today.
It’s deafening cry drowning out the petty goings on
Of some middle-of-the day-street.
My head was down,
And didn’t see it rushing past,
But it’s thundering bellow pried my ears wide open.
As the howl rolled into the distance,
Where it would surely become the ire of some poor’s soul,
I thought of what I ate for breakfast.
And found that a little odd…
How now, my love? For thou have taken haste
Six now lay dead beneath thy bloodied hands
I longed for power’s smell and feel and taste
And thine innocence gave way to my demands
Convinced by whispers from thy lover’s tongue
Thou found that kingship was worth reaching
From within, thou greed took flight and sung
A song it knew not well before my teaching
Alas, my troubled mind is plagued with guilt
I walk the nights and speak of certain doom
I fear for what will come and what I’ve spilt
And fear just may unveil thy sinful tomb
I fare ye well and prithee do not grieve
These crimes have proved too much for me to heave
