Non-biodegradable and equally as hollow,
you are a plastic princess.
Lacking soul and human compassion,
I can find a thousand copies of you on the shelf.
You use men like cellophane wrappers,
teasing them with your perfect plastic features.
You can speak the words when you take them to your bed,
but your words are as empty and hollow as you are.
Cheap as they come,
you will do anything for a sale.
You use men,
but the joke is on you.
Did I say on you,
because I meant to say it is you.
Stay in your plastic palace, princess,
cause the world is full of enough trash.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Poetry: Nine Lives Spent
Details of my life come by unbidden,
lost in a torrent of fleeting moments and thoughts.
Past becomes obsolete and forgettable,
with only the present becoming pertinent.
Nine lives lived with only one mattering,
leaving me content and amazed I have what I do.
One life to live and love,
leaving me to make the most of what I have.
The one who completes me understands me,
with a deep appreciation for the lives I lives before.
She knows she is my only,
and I can only hope that I am enough to satisfy her.
lost in a torrent of fleeting moments and thoughts.
Past becomes obsolete and forgettable,
with only the present becoming pertinent.
Nine lives lived with only one mattering,
leaving me content and amazed I have what I do.
One life to live and love,
leaving me to make the most of what I have.
The one who completes me understands me,
with a deep appreciation for the lives I lives before.
She knows she is my only,
and I can only hope that I am enough to satisfy her.
Poetry: Twisted Verse
Fading vision
gives way to sensation,
drifting bodiless
through empty dreams.
Lost souls
demand you to join,
damning you
and the dreams you have.
Ghosts haunt
empty halls of memories,
giving way
while your demons haunt you.
Silence reigns
while your heart yearns,
screams shatter
the silence around you.
Your heart
bursts forth like a rocket,
shining bright
and banishing the darkness.
Body gains
cohesion and leaps forward,
dreams gain
strength and become reality.
gives way to sensation,
drifting bodiless
through empty dreams.
Lost souls
demand you to join,
damning you
and the dreams you have.
Ghosts haunt
empty halls of memories,
giving way
while your demons haunt you.
Silence reigns
while your heart yearns,
screams shatter
the silence around you.
Your heart
bursts forth like a rocket,
shining bright
and banishing the darkness.
Body gains
cohesion and leaps forward,
dreams gain
strength and become reality.
Moment in Time - Anthill
It's amazing how the first day at a college resembles an overturned anthill. People scurrying to and fro, lost souls looking in vain for where they need to be. Professors herd students into safety; hour-long dens for a brief, knowledge-filled moment of peace, only to be shoved back into the bright sun with the other ants scrambling for help and direction.
Hornets, adorned in gray and badges, lurk on the outskirts of the confusion, waiting patiently to sting one of those lost and confused ants; awaiting with eagle eye's for one of them to make a fatal mistake. A stinger made of ink and paper, piercing poor insects through the pocketbook, adds to the ball of anxiety and confusion that is the first days of this ant farm.
Noises assail the unwary bugs that go crawling, wide-eyed and obviously out of sorts. Bells, whistles, the incessant babble of nearby birds, dressed in today's hippest fashions, mocking those little lost ants. Construction rattles them, as they watch buildings being erected and torn down in the blink of their awestruck eyes. The sounds of a thousand voices, trapped and echoing off the concrete walls, vibrate in the air, suffocating, smothering, the cries of their anguish and despair.
When the final note has been taken and the last page has been reviewed and re-reviewed, the ants slow their frantic pace. Suddenly, almost in the space of a single, collective sigh, the anthill rights itself, the soft earth pulled back into place and tunnels that are familiar return to their form. The ants head away from the hill, plodding along paved pathways to the corners of the city, ready to return the next day and overturn the earth once more and start the panic anew.
Hornets, adorned in gray and badges, lurk on the outskirts of the confusion, waiting patiently to sting one of those lost and confused ants; awaiting with eagle eye's for one of them to make a fatal mistake. A stinger made of ink and paper, piercing poor insects through the pocketbook, adds to the ball of anxiety and confusion that is the first days of this ant farm.
Noises assail the unwary bugs that go crawling, wide-eyed and obviously out of sorts. Bells, whistles, the incessant babble of nearby birds, dressed in today's hippest fashions, mocking those little lost ants. Construction rattles them, as they watch buildings being erected and torn down in the blink of their awestruck eyes. The sounds of a thousand voices, trapped and echoing off the concrete walls, vibrate in the air, suffocating, smothering, the cries of their anguish and despair.
When the final note has been taken and the last page has been reviewed and re-reviewed, the ants slow their frantic pace. Suddenly, almost in the space of a single, collective sigh, the anthill rights itself, the soft earth pulled back into place and tunnels that are familiar return to their form. The ants head away from the hill, plodding along paved pathways to the corners of the city, ready to return the next day and overturn the earth once more and start the panic anew.
Commentary: Friends Can Be Amazing Sometimes
Real quick commentary for you all this labor day. My friends are a collection of amazing people. Somewhere along life, I did something right and surrounded myself with great people with some spectacular abilities. While some of the things they do are flat out creative genius, some of the things they do just make me laugh and be thankful someone like that is sharing my life.
I have friends ranging across the United States and beyond, but below I listed a few of my friends who have some amazing things to view from your very own computer chair! Enjoy, this list will grow as more and more friends take to the information superhighway!
The Basically Awesome Show - Monica and friends take to the internet to engage in random discussion and assorted fun! Now, you may think, "wow, a vlog..awesome?" It actually is. Monica, the star of the show, is accomplished in many diverse things outside of being an internet star. Professional horse rider, aspiring opera singer, 80's music aficionado, and expensive shoeaholic, Monica is one of the brightest stars I know.
Thoughts on the Rocks: Shaken, not Stirred - Paul is one of my best friends and one of the most free spirits I have ever met. With the soul of a gypsy, and music flowing through every inch of his body, he takes what life gives him and despite the negatives, always looks towards the positives. He is all over the internet and always willing to meet new people. Read his writing, find him on facebook, check out the insides of his mind!
Destructo Deviations - Need I really explain how awesome Amber is? Check out her site, found right here on my musings, and you will NOT be disappointed.
I have friends ranging across the United States and beyond, but below I listed a few of my friends who have some amazing things to view from your very own computer chair! Enjoy, this list will grow as more and more friends take to the information superhighway!
The Basically Awesome Show - Monica and friends take to the internet to engage in random discussion and assorted fun! Now, you may think, "wow, a vlog..awesome?" It actually is. Monica, the star of the show, is accomplished in many diverse things outside of being an internet star. Professional horse rider, aspiring opera singer, 80's music aficionado, and expensive shoeaholic, Monica is one of the brightest stars I know.
Thoughts on the Rocks: Shaken, not Stirred - Paul is one of my best friends and one of the most free spirits I have ever met. With the soul of a gypsy, and music flowing through every inch of his body, he takes what life gives him and despite the negatives, always looks towards the positives. He is all over the internet and always willing to meet new people. Read his writing, find him on facebook, check out the insides of his mind!
Destructo Deviations - Need I really explain how awesome Amber is? Check out her site, found right here on my musings, and you will NOT be disappointed.
Poetry: Spring of Life Renewed
Where does life turn,
taking you where time moves out of control?
Broken and bleeding, life begs to be saved --
and only the scorn of the world answers back.
Ripped open, with organs exposed,
Life stands prostrate before ungentle eyes.
Heart slowing,
eyes tearing,
blood spurting, dark and viscous.
Muscles tensing;
veins collapsing --
Life dies only to be reborn,
hoping against foolish hope it is better than the last.
Hope can spring from that Life,
born mewling and screaming to be cared for.
A new Life to repair the last;
child-like Hope re-ignites the body.
Heart racing,
eyes drying,
blood flowing, deep in refilled veins.
Given a second chance,
You need to grasp Hope, holding her to your bosom.
Take the gift given to you and cherish it,
lest Fate, the ultimate judge on high, take it
from your neglectful hands.
taking you where time moves out of control?
Broken and bleeding, life begs to be saved --
and only the scorn of the world answers back.
Ripped open, with organs exposed,
Life stands prostrate before ungentle eyes.
Heart slowing,
eyes tearing,
blood spurting, dark and viscous.
Muscles tensing;
veins collapsing --
Life dies only to be reborn,
hoping against foolish hope it is better than the last.
Hope can spring from that Life,
born mewling and screaming to be cared for.
A new Life to repair the last;
child-like Hope re-ignites the body.
Heart racing,
eyes drying,
blood flowing, deep in refilled veins.
Given a second chance,
You need to grasp Hope, holding her to your bosom.
Take the gift given to you and cherish it,
lest Fate, the ultimate judge on high, take it
from your neglectful hands.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Poetry: Alabaster Sky
Where sky kisses water and deep purple blushes the sky,
She sits on crystal sand, dreaming the islands appearing in the blue,
Though one hint, one notion, lurks behind wistful eyes,
Though as beautiful as the sun setting before her, she wishes companionship.
Grace untaught by mortal hands, lurking ever so close to immortal beauty,
She does the mundane; simple actions that give simple pleasure,
The world sees what it chooses and stands shamed in her presence,
Not unlike the unruly schoolboy, scolded for being so immature.
Beauty seen in all eyes but her own, dark pools of brown diamonds
Sparkle on an alabaster face, stunning the watchers into statues,
Or should since the precious gems they long for sit closer than the stars,
Shimmering in the sky, where the water embraces the night.
Who cannot see the beauty? The wild abandon she brings?
What gods give us this gift? Nameless though they should be praised?
You will find her, gowned in the twilight velvet of night and
Embraced by the heavenly bodies themselves, shining on her alabaster skin.
Be not turned back from her, though paradise lurk, ever vigilant,
Behind that radiant smile, one that starts the sunrise anew,
And give her your heart and she will do the same, though you must earn it truly,
She is a gift from above and to be blessed to be with one such as she,
Is the greatest gift, indeed.
She sits on crystal sand, dreaming the islands appearing in the blue,
Though one hint, one notion, lurks behind wistful eyes,
Though as beautiful as the sun setting before her, she wishes companionship.
Grace untaught by mortal hands, lurking ever so close to immortal beauty,
She does the mundane; simple actions that give simple pleasure,
The world sees what it chooses and stands shamed in her presence,
Not unlike the unruly schoolboy, scolded for being so immature.
Beauty seen in all eyes but her own, dark pools of brown diamonds
Sparkle on an alabaster face, stunning the watchers into statues,
Or should since the precious gems they long for sit closer than the stars,
Shimmering in the sky, where the water embraces the night.
Who cannot see the beauty? The wild abandon she brings?
What gods give us this gift? Nameless though they should be praised?
You will find her, gowned in the twilight velvet of night and
Embraced by the heavenly bodies themselves, shining on her alabaster skin.
Be not turned back from her, though paradise lurk, ever vigilant,
Behind that radiant smile, one that starts the sunrise anew,
And give her your heart and she will do the same, though you must earn it truly,
She is a gift from above and to be blessed to be with one such as she,
Is the greatest gift, indeed.
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