Sunday, June 26, 2011


Yes, I've been MIA. Sorry about that.

Went to Boston for the weekend, and had no internet access, but it was awesome. My friend and I found a street dance party, which was awesome.

I wrote another piece, and this one definitely needs some work. Sorry about that.

When we were young, we'd chase rainbows
And try to place them in jars.
But the color would escape from the holes
That we had made so the fireflies
Wouldn't feel trapped.
We'd run through the rain
And how with the wind
And trace patters in the
Water splatters on our arms.

We didn't walk, we ran.

Now that we're older,
We have so much to do -
And we don't try to escape from
The holes in our own jars.
We look up, and sigh, and think
'What have I done?'
We drown out the rain with
our constant complaining,
And instinctively wipe away the water.
And we never run, we only walk.

I don't know, I think I might take out the second part, after "We didn't walk, we ran." What do you think?

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

If I Were a Star

Here's a little piece from me.

If I were a star, I'd shine brightly.
I'd twinkle and gleam in the night sky. The moon and I would converse as if we had just met, even tough we'd known each other since the beginning of Time. It was a game we'd like to play.
"What's your favorite color?" She would whisper softly to me, as if we were lying nose to nose.
"You are," would be my reply.
She would remain stone-faced, embarrassed; yet still, she would glow.
And I would twinkle with joy.
We would talk; we would whisper; we would laugh; we would scream. We would share out secrets as children would - the Moon and this singular Star.
"You know my secrets," she would breathe. And I would blush a brilliant white.

How Lonely We Both Would Be.

And one day, I would shine too brightly. And the Moon would have no one else to confide in any longer.
She would look at where I used to glint in the dark. A familiar face nowhere to be found.
And the Moon would weep.
"Who will know my secrets now?" She would sigh.

If I were a star, I'd probably not shine at all.

And Today

Hi Loyal Blog-Readers of Mine,

I'm sorry for neglecting all of you. It's been a bit of a rough week. A better post to come, and I hope to get back to all of you tonight or tomorrow.

Be well.

Monday, June 13, 2011


Here is a piece from a short story I recently read. The short story is from Temporary Sojourner by Tony Eprile. This excerpt is from the story Carillon.

It really resonated with me. If you have a difficult times with relationships, love, and getting close to people, it might resonate with you as well.

These crushes overwhelm me: I will find someone impossibly beautiful, distant, intriguing. Men and women. These crushes don't last and are often wasted on someone totally unworthy, but I wouldn't give them up for all the world. It's like biting into a cold peach; I get goosebumps all over. Mark is different and he doesn't understand my infatuations. His affection is constant and unchanging: a wide and placid river emptying endlessly into the sea. I couldn't possibly be like that. When I have one of my crushes, I want to be that person, crawl inside his skin, feel his blood pulse through my veins.

For me, love is all-important and redemptive. It has replaced religion and God. It doesn't matter that it blazes for only an instant before vanishing without trace. It doesn't matter that I often despair of ever being able to love anyone in a true, sustained way. It's the believing in its existence that counts.

This is not a popular view these days. Most of the people I know want to give the impression of being unimpassioned about their love affairs.

It's worth the read.

Friday, June 10, 2011

ee cummings

This is one of my favorite poems of all time. It was written by ee cummings, an American poet, who was one of the first writers to experiment with the syntax of a poem. He didn't like to adhere to standard poetic form, and I think that is something that is awesome about his poetry.

This poem is a beautiful piece of work. Pay attention to grammatical errors and the like.


somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Roll of Thunder, Soothe My Heart

It’s a warm evening, and a storm is coming in. One of my favorite things is to sit outside and listen to the thunder. It rumbles quietly in the distance.
The air is heavy with moisture, and a few drops land on my bare legs. The sky grows darker with every passing minute. The bell tolls eight times; the thunder keeps coming. Softly at first, but every so often there is a loud rumble. A gentle breeze blows and rustles my hair.
And yet there will be no stars tonight. No glimmers of light in the sky, no soft twinkling as they burn far away. No moon tonight either. I like to watch it pass behind the clouds as they it plays hide and seek with the stars.
The trees, in full bloom, look ominous against the dark grey sky. It reminds me of a big slate, and the trees are so still they look drawn on.
It’s beautiful and quiet, with the exception of the occasional roll of thunder.
Roll of Thunder, Soothe My Heart.
Let us be quiet and sit here, and listen to the birds chirp as they prepare for the onslaught of rain.

Edit: And what a storm it was.

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I made one last night.
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