Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Children at Play

How can I be prudent
when my mouth is an open book?
Big words make small hands
feel able and empowered.
Time and time she's told me
be thoughtful of what you say.
Be careful as you run.
Watch vigilantly for things to come.
And yours has said it too.
But we ignore guidance
like unruly children at play.
Our unintentional rhyme and
As years pass we look back
less fondly than now.
We later decided those were
the worst decisions we'd ever made.
To be free and uninhibited.
Not bothered
by thoughts of future days.
Frolicking summers.
Wasted evenings.
Close-whispered secrets.
But in those days,nothing
seemed impossible.

Sunday, May 23, 2010




Saturday, May 22, 2010

Procrastinating: An Art Form

I'm always doing something worth doing, but it's at a time when I should be doing something else. When I let myself, I can be the ultimate procrastinator. I feel like I'm doing something good even though in the back of my mind I know there is something more important on the agenda. I can clean the house to avoid homework, or work on homework to avoid chores. I can play my guitar when I have a paper to write and clean my room when I should be studying, or sleeping. I could work on the creative portion of things for hours and do the hard stuff at the last minute every single day of the week.All of these things are things that should be done some time, but ordering my priorities is sometimes done with regard to what seems the most boring or hardest to do. In the end it all must happen, even if that means skipping the shower I meant to take because something else has to be done before the sun rises tomorrow. And quite rightly it's good to have a new blog up that I'm semi-passionate about, but I'm supposed to be putting away the dishes and working on COPS for English.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010


These phrases and sentences come to mind. Blurbs about what I am and what I am not. None of them are true. Or they are only conditional. Or just, why do I even think these things?

I am mysterious.
I am not what you'd expect.
I am prettier without the makeup.
I am independent.
I am ready to go into the world.
I am better off alone.
I am a connoisseur of obscure music.

I am not.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

The Monkeys and the Banana


Start with a cage containing five monkeys.

Inside the cage, hang a banana on a string and place a set of stairs under it. Before long, a monkey will go to the stairs and start to climb towards the banana. As soon as he touches the stairs, spray all of the other monkeys with cold water.

After a while, another monkey makes an attempt with the same result - all the other monkeys are sprayed with cold water. Pretty soon, when another monkey tries to climb the stairs, the other monkeys will try to prevent it.

Now, put away the cold water. Remove one monkey from the cage and replace it with a new one. The new monkey sees the banana and wants to climb the stairs. To his surprise and horror, all of the other monkeys attack him.

After another attempt and attack, he knows that if he tries to climb the stairs, he will be assaulted.

Next, remove another of the original five monkeys and replace it with a new one. The newcomer goes to the stairs and is attacked. The previous newcomer takes part in the punishment with enthusiasm! Likewise, replace a third original monkey with a new one, then a fourth, then the fifth. Every time the newest monkey takes to the stairs, he is attacked.

Most of the monkeys that are beating him have no idea why they were not permitted to climb the stairs or why they are participating in the beating of the newest monkey.

After replacing all the original monkeys, none of the remaining monkeys have ever been sprayed with cold water. Nevertheless, no monkey ever again approaches the stairs to try for the banana. Why not? Because as far as they know that's the way it's always been done round here.

And that, my friends, is why some things never change.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010



I have no right to speak, but I can't watch it.

Existence Edifices


I got this title from a captcha code.Haha. SO NOW YOU MUST TELL ME, have you enjoyed these posts? Have you laughed, cried, held your heart and smiled? For my celebration how about some feedback from the readers! That would be awesome. What do you want more of? Some stories, poems, tales of my day, music reviews? I love to write this blog and I want to, often. So lemme hear y'all.


Super Volcanic Storm

rip my soul
rip it out
because you know it ain't worth nothing
if it's nothing to be had
blow away my pain
in a super volcanic storm
let all of this fade
to dust, to ashes, to worms.

I wrote this in kind of a downy mood, but I like it!