(Temporary) Final Blog

As evident by my reluctance to first post when I starting blogging, I wasn't very keen on sharing my thoughts and writing with really anyone.  Yet from these past few months I've stopped with that outlook, and have actually come to enjoy blogging because it took away all of the pressue of feeling the need to post something incredible; I could be lazy with my love of using unusal words and just stick to the basics and my own experiences instead of trudging them with heavy handed words. 

It also gives me a sort of porfolio, as I can access my poetry on this blog from anywhere without worrying whether all of my poetry will be deleted from a recovery done by my dad that wipes the hard drive.  I will continue blogging, whether its for others or just even for myself personally.  Best of luck everyone!

L'Alibi

C’est la vie,

l'métallique douce persistante

qui devient votre voix,

après dévorant du lever du soleil.

Il demande le crépuscule de révéler à l'ennemi,

le naufrage dans les courbes fatuité

comme un moineau au milieu en vol.

Dans cette vie,

il ne veut rien dire d'être l'allié ou l'alibi

It's life,
the persistent soft wire
which becomes your voice,
after the devouring of the sunrise.
He asked to be the very dusk of the enemy,
sinking in curves fatuity
like a sparrow in mid-flight.
In this life,

   it means nothing to the allied or the alibi.

                               

The Little Things

Apparently there was suppose to be a doomsday today.
I found this out last night, and was wondering why to begin with this day wasn't in 2012, but hey, I guess even the conspirasists get bored once in a while.

While talking with my friend on the phone about said doomsday, I joked I would be fairly content with myself if the world came to an end so long as I finished two more units of P.E. 10 online that night.  I mean yeah, given the chance there are so many things I'd like to upgrade about myself and such, but I think I'd be so amused with the irony that I wouldn't care about any of that.  This got me thinking about the little pleasures that I have, and the small unique things I like that not many others do.  Here would be a list of my all time favourite movies, books, C.D.s, and just stuff I find funny and enjoy

The Abbott and Costello Show (Favorite T.V. show of all time)
The Picture of Dorian Gray (Favorite book)
The Legend of Zelda (Ocarina of Time, Majora's Mask )
My beyond ripped jeans
The 5 mixed C.D.'s I made from 3 years ago
Jesse Cook (Favorite C.D./artist)
Bloodstream by Stateless (Favorite song)
The Lion King song "One of us"sung in 20+ languages
Night-lights..... (Long story)
Relating Narnia to pretty much anything
Ever After (Great movie)
The sound of a cello
The penguins/Mort from Madagascar
Benny and Joon (Amazing movie)
The older Aerosmith songs, like Rag Doll
Baking awesome cookies with Christina
Debating with Taleah
Bursting into random quotes from Criminal Minds/Harry Potter with Lindsey
Wearing rings
Using excessive alliteration
Crossing something off a list (who knew?)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rLprXHbn19I          (Abbott and Costello)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x7LHOhHBX7M     :)

Elephant's memory (High school reflection)

These walls,

have somehow become mechanical

while remaining organic,

as they’ve devoured my naivety, insecurity

rage and fears.

Four long years and yet these walls,

mean absolutely nothing now.

It’s the people inside them

that give us an elephants memory

with every laugh, every anguish,

and every cheshire grin.

How I wish these walls

left me with something more than indifference,

but yet I’ve thanked them over and over again

out of some masochist belief,

for making my very being impenetrable.

How I wish they’d leave me with some positivity,

not pure apathy and annoyance,

other than just the beauty of the two wonderous people

I met that with me I’ll carry.

I wonder if I’ll regret my choice of leaving early,

but, perhaps like a vampire I’ll just keep looking onward, 

and conquer these ill-fated feelings of nostalgia. 

I know I’ll never stop pondering if I should go,

so here’s my leaving,

before my will becomes weaker and my eyes begin to linger

longer than they should;

as I continue my search for a place where laughter is pure and unaffected.

A Lassitude to Stoicism

Friend,

your stoic expression towards me,

inhibits characteristics of apathy and awkwardness.

For that, I somehow feel the need to apologize.

I suppose it wasn’t my fault, directly,

and I thought it was something that we could get over.

Yet you continue to find a way,

to rebuke everything from my age to my

very mannerisms.

I’d like to think there used to be a time of fun,

before you grew into this, Idiot.

I've giving up pondering whether you remember
when I saved your jacket from watery thieves, 

or those random conspiracies and conversations
you and her put on the straw of my frosted iced tea.

I refuse to admit that I miss you;

I’ve just come to accept that I only miss 

the familiar presence you were in my day.

So best of luck, because I know in a month,

it’ll be the last time I’ll ever see you,

but that doesn’t mean I don’t wish 

that you could just get over yourself,

shed some ego, 

so I could try one last goofy attempt

to try and make you laugh again.

 

Goldielocks

In a star-crossed house,

a wild child, 

with skin as resplendent as dusted smiles

and glossed eyes, 

condemned as a king to his gallows,

becomes an indecisive magnet,

mispronouncing foreign words and gallant hearts.

She sits, and eats three bowls of porridge.

Droplets of glitter devour her eyelashes,

while she consumes both liquid concern and 

substance laced laughs.

Neither bowl is good enough for her.

The epitome of emotions and heartfelt expressions,
is found in her freshly manicured nails,
that cautiously drag up and down the sheets 
of each bed,
as she tests each,
for comfort, security and future love.

She sits, but is alert as soon as she hears voices,
and quietly tip-toes like a jester out the door.
It's a shame that she thought she left things  
undisturbed and replaceable.

It's a shame,
that in this house of humans,
Goldielocks became the bear.

Quotes

"Man's mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions."

-Oliver Wendall Holmes, Jr.

"Destruction leads to a very rough road, but it also breeds creation."

-Red Hot Chili Peppers


"Civilization began the first time an angry person cast a word instead of a rock."

-Sigmund Freud

"Rock 'n Roll: The most brutal, ugly, desperate, vicious form of expression it has been my misfortune to hear."

-Frank Sinatra

"Without music, life would be a mistake." 

-Friedrich Nietzsche

The Jealousy of a Cheeseburger Wrapper

From the steam of calloused fingertips,

my outsides, 

my ruby checkered squares,

will be rapidly pulled back and disclosed.

Choose your perceptions of them,

whether they be ordinary, junky, 

or just a waste.

The tainted surface, I suppose, no one cares for,

as it becomes a non-edible barrier to

the gushy insides.

When stripped from exteriors,

the object of affection is revealed,

and complete, devote Honesty 

(and yummy goodness) 

hastily grin back. 

I’ve found I cannot be angered 

over what is placed within me;

Whether it is a burger cooked too little,

or too much.

Or a heart,

that has been exposed too little,

or just a little too much.

Yet try,

try to pretend you care not what I contain,

for if you do you my shame will be divulged; 

I am not content remaining a simplistic wrapper,

forever envious of the glorious tempest of human skin.

Playlist #2

The Kills -   Baby says
Awolnation- Sail
Alexz Johnson-  Liar liar
The Airbourne toxic event-   Changing
The Arka Teks- I know you know
Joss Stone-  It's a mans world
Led Zeppelin-  Trampled under foot
Sam cooke-  A change is gonna come
Muddy Waters-  Champagne and reefer
Panic!At the disco-  Mona Lisa
Dev ft the Cataracs-  Killer

An Ode to The Gube (for Lindsey)

Alright, for those of you who watch crime shows on t.v. like C.S.I and Law and Order etc you've been missing out on truly an amazing show: Criminal Minds.
Its basically about a team of people who profile criminals to catch them and ivolves psychology, intense action and overal awesomeness.  

Anyways continuing from this, not only does the show have characters that are smart, strong and pretty (darn) cool, they have one thing that other shows do not.... The Gube.

Lindsey and I, who pretty much watch the show every week have come to love the nerd on the show; Spencer Reid.   Because I have too much pride and would like to pretend I don't have a lot of free time of my hands I won't go too much into depth.  Spencer Reid is a genious with an iq of 187 (according to Lindsey), been kidnapped quite a few times, drugged with dilaudid, set on fire, held at gun point, infected with anthrax, wears mismatched socks and is just overally awesome.






 Emily Prentiss         Spencer Reid ↓           (Seaver, aka the green alien that 
 (Killed off)                                                 ↓Kirk hooks up with in Star Trek)  


          

How you know who your friends really are

As for anymore who's been in writing for the past day or so, you've most likely noticed my face,
 or rather what's been on my face since friday.
No, I didn't get into a fight,
No, I am not on the rugby team,
And NO, I have absolutely no idea how I ended up with a black eye from getting my wisdom teeth removed.


Yet this sparked a debate among my friends of how I would actually react in a fight, which by the end caused me a great deal of pain from my attempts at laughing.


Most people were too timid to even ask me in person, (yet by the end of the day I had gotten a ton of texts asking) which I have to admit was hilarious.  People were judging me wayyyyyy more than being concerned.


Anyways, most of those who knew me decently, believed I was in rugby, while those who knew me much better believed I had gotten into a fight, and lost.  (I have to say, I was a little insulted.)  They said that I was just too timid and cautious to ever even get into any sort of a fight, and couldn't see me winning one at all.


Yet those who knew me very well, (who I didn't tell, or who I asked about it later) fell over laughing at this, and told me that it didn't matter what condition I was in, who the hell I was fighting, or if I was fighting on Mars; I might lose, but only at the cost of myself (and hopefully the other person) lying in the hospital incapacitated.
Or as Lindsey put it "you'd march straight up to them beaten and bruised, and demand a re-fight".


That defiantly made me laugh and wonder about what people thought of my character, if I seem quiet and shy or loud and obnoxious.   I know I'd have too much pride to go anywhere if I got beaten up, and I'd like to think I'd land in a hit or two.




Canucks tickets;          $200
New guitar;                $1000,


Looks from grade 8s while walking around with a black eye and bruised jaw?;
                      
Priceless.

Dictionaries

Getting there,

after those once wicked laughs 

became remembered by

pleasantly infectious sounds,

much like the tingle of aluminum bells

to the roar of a lion.

Familiarity makes me smile,

yet makes the corners of my mouth twitch

with an illusion of annoyance,

for I fear I’ve picked up

too many bad habits of my friends;

such as flailing my hands too much,

at some point during every minute,

of every day.

Words have become infallible,
often making me ponder what
the english dictionary will look like in ten years,

Will the words “dude” and “Lmfao”

be included?

Will the word “sick” change it’s literal meaning?

Those wicked laughs,

now make me laugh happily,

as I get asked the strangest questions

about reality t.v. and tanning,  

Yet a question that I oddly get asked often,

that really shows how far humanity has come;

"Why haven’t you gone on Facebook since November?"

PLAYLIST!

The Black Keys - She's Long Gone

Ellie Goulding- Human

Young the Giant - My Body

Modest Mouse - Float On

Aerosmith- Big Ten Inch Record 

Jet-  Seventeen

Brand New- Jesus Christ

Weezer- Memories

Candy Coated killahz- Playboy

Eric Clapton-  Groaning the blues

Lykke Li- Tonight 

Worthy of Articulation

To never be good enough

is to be polluted by byzantine knuckles,

and be wronged by every coincident

is to turn to 

arguing with my conscience on Monday nights.

Actors have it easy,

as they

lie with ease 

and appease everyone else they confuse.

My impulsive nerve connections

couldn’t act to save a life,

yet lying is something

it’s easy to became extraordinary at.

I’ve found it’s easy to make corrections 

and adjustments on baby fingerprints,

as anonymous accusations 

become the pencil stain on the hands of

preschoolers and kindergartens.

To write something honest and 

truly lovely,

I don’t think I could ever do,

because it involves being 

exposed and lacerated, 

into the tiny chalk bits

that artists use to tinge their brushes.

I’d simply like to remain in one piece,

so writing something honest and lovely 

I can not do.

Perhaps annunciating is better than lying,

so articulate I can become,

Maybe having a purpose could make

a stranger feel good enough,

to speak with another rusted stranger across

the metallic streets of an urban city.

Yet I've found that the restrained spices in our coats are too dividing.

Narnia on the West Coast

Porcelain crunches
Tickling blushing rosy cheeks
Famished eyes pout.


Trench-coats of spices
Blur over streets of New York
Leaves like paprika.  


Cheap doll perfume floats
Melodic across bodies
concert on the sand.







Favorite Quotes XD
Over the years, I've taken a habit of collecting interesting quotes that I can say I've heard in many many places.  I even have my own file for them on my computer.

It is the ability to take a joke, not make one, that proves you have a sense of humor.
~ Max Eastman


No excellent soul is exempt from a mixture of madness.
~Aristotle



You know you're in love when you don't want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
~Dr. Seuss



You can always tell a real friend: when you've made a fool of yourself he doesn't feel you've done a permanent job.

~Laurence J. Peter

Annoyances

 I am still finding it quite difficult to use this blog, but not in the sense of being technology challenged.  (Well, sort of.)
I'm only accustom to showing my writing or thoughts to a rarity, and to just plunk it all on to the internet will take some getting use to.... :P

1.) More and more I'm finding that people use originality as a facade that tries to create some sort of differences in a collective bunch.  It's more for attention than looking how they want to look for their own enjoyment.  I find it highly frustrating that teens making up extreme stories about their life (to try and seem more interesting) are growing very common and it drives me very high up the wall.  Look how you want to look, if you want to get a million piercings or dye your hair pink do it, just not for someone else's standards.

2.)  Clichés.  (Insert eye roll here).   However, you do have to admit, (if you've ever been in this scenario) that people who are trying to be deep but constantly use clichés such as the reflection of the soul or the foreverness of time are, well comical in their own way.  There are over 250,000 words in the english language, it's not that hard to mix them up a bit.


3.)  Blogs.


4.)  The fact that I have no idea what to write on this blog, to either rant about anything and everything or attempt to write something eloquent.


5.)  When people who are neither engaged or have a purity ring wear a ring on their ring finger.


6.)  When in writing there is an overdose of descriptive words.


7.)  When there is no sugar in my coffee.


8.)   When people assume I'm overly easily to read.


9.)  People who like math.


10.)  People who are so strangled by subtleties that they bypass everything, from the blazing sunset to small pleasures.  Such as laughing so hard your original laugh is unrecognizable, and you sound like a sneezing horse.