Thursday, March 26, 2009

... the words that don't do you justice

i must be dreaming
it's too perfect of a day
how can something so
beautiful exist
look at that
sideways smile
monday misery disappears
complete peace
on your face
a prettier picture never painted
the sun tries to
warm me up
my heart's already beaming

we can be happy people too

to feel you on the outside
eases my battered joints
to feel you on the inside
lights the monotony of life
something to
care for now
responsibilty without burden
we finally
see the world
those colors weren't there before
the image in
my mind's eye
perfection without description

we can be happy people too

Sunday, March 22, 2009

those colors weren't there before

i wonder how many anxious words

have been blocked by the intimidating force of the blinking cursor. it's fully possible to stare at it for an hour and not bring yourself to say a thing.

i wonder how many broken hearts

were a direct result of overcoming the fear of the cursor. actually expressing one's self with full responsibility behind one's words.

i wonder what is right, what is just and what is possible. i wonder why our indecisive minds inhibit our happiness. i wonder why we long for something that may never be. i wonder why something that fits the description of a cartoon can change it all. i wonder why we gave something so torturous to us such a dainty name. i wonder why we hold out-

but then again, i wonder why i have so many questions.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

dance on my grave; you are allowed.

a fleck

of dry skin flies off me and into the air. after a few twisty turns, it ends up in a garbage can. the garbage is taken out, and the sanitary engineers collect it. at this point, it's a crapshoot. no one really knows where it will end up exactly, i guess they have the zoning charts. by now the fleck is more or less gone; having mixed with the different juices found in garbage, it's almost not there. but i see it.

the "juice" enters the ground, and as all water sources are interconnected, it ends up in the ocean. by now the fleck is seen only on the particle level. like air, it no longer has any physical properties, tangible or visual.

water evaporates.

our little fleck, smaller (much smaller) than it used to be, is now flying again. it droops and sways and twirls. continuously rising, it hits the atmosphere, the ozone. our friend, the fleck (or speck by now... yes, he will be the speck from now on) has somehow ridden the coattails of matter up up and away into space. it's very cold for a speck of flesh, but on the molecular level, it doesn't seem to matter much. time doesn't exist for a speck in space, so let's jump a few hundred years.

our speck has reached pluto. is it still pluto? i think it's a moon now, with a numerical name. anyway, the speck is dwarfed by this planet, but heck, he was dwarfed by a blade of grass on his home planet. so insignificant, now, is the speck, relative to pluto.

the thing about pluto is, relative to our home star, it's a miserable fucking speck too. and the sun is a miserable fucking speck in comparison to the whole fucking galaxy, and the galaxy is a fucking shitstain on the undergarment that is the universe.

but the speck matters to me.

Friday, March 20, 2009

my heart's already beaming

A wants B

B wants C

C wants D

D wants A

it's not that B doesn't want A, it just... wants C. the same applies to the rest.

it's a good thing letters don't have feelings.

disneyland in the clouds

you know when you catch yourself zoning out?

when- mentally -you ride your little unicorn off into the horizon?

well i catch myself doing that a lot recently. i don't know why or how, i just slip into it and it takes a while to come back. i think i like it though, it gives a different perspective on things. suddenly you forget about time and you just have this mess of clouded thoughts existing at the very same time. cool beans.

i wonder what living in this other world would be like, i mean, we all know it exists.

we should go there, build houses, and live in a timeless mess of mangled beauty.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

a movie where everyone lives


we have this pretty song, i have a pretty melody but

no words.

i don't know exactly how to put my feelings into it, i know exactly what i want to say.
words, the letters that form them are so limited in expressing feelings.

i know exactly what i want to say.

'we can be happy people too' is the hope i have. it's a hope that regardless of the situation you're in, you can be happy.

... it's a weird stance coming from a pessimist.