Memento Mori

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Thursday, October 28, 2010

Cry for You, Feel for You



I saw the Pablo Picasso exhibit at the Seattle Art Museum today. I honestly must not be an art lover because I wasn't that impressed. The further into the exhibit I went, the more I found myself disturbed more than anything else. Perhaps it was the fan making creepy noises in the large room or maybe I just found that his art hit me on a level I wasn't prepared for. Picasso's Weeping Woman series got me the most and especially number four which I have placed above. The woman, although a little disfigured and abstract is a complete emotional mess. I'm sure right after she posed for this the poor women fell to the floor and started screaming.

The sketch disturbed me with its rawness. Can one have empathy for a painting?

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

I have so many things I want to write, just floating around my head.
Between work, homework and trying to stay sane, there just isn't the time to write.



...but what happens when writing keeps you sane?

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Unknown and Untitled.


With eyes turned away,
downcast.
crystal clear
blue, drowns
me.

Looking away
never makes
the world go away.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

ἄθεος [atheos]

I guess I kind of made it official.
I'm okay with that.
Now I just need to learn as to what to say,
when they ask why I don't believe...

Saturday, October 16, 2010

Renewal and then Betrayal


"You've betrayed me." she said looking in the mirror. Black mascara streaking milky cheeks and a look of pure hell radiated from her eyes.

1. Chemicals, Lithium, the formula for happiness tattooed across the inside of her forearm. Red ink etched into flesh. Immortal words. Beethoven's Immortal beloved.


2. Red lines, upon paper flesh, upon those words unspoken.

She throws her fist into the glass, the shards break the skin as the image breaks in front of her eyes. How can one betray themselves? How can one's own nature and so-called human condition turn against everything inside. Cells fighting cells and thoughts the cause of actions not fully realized.

Happiness betrayed by grandeur. Grandeur exposes weaknesses upon that fine line. The lines break across the sky like lightening. Pure white. Electric emotion breaks upon the shore as her body breaks through the glass.

Dawn breaks and although she is scattered across the highway, the first rays of scorching heat put everything back together again.

She is/has [w]on[e] again...at least for another 23 hours.


Saturday, October 9, 2010

Tonight Tonight

Wrote a new piece of prose tonight and I rather like it, although it makes me cry to read it.

I'm saving it for the chap book which I hope to have out by the end of the year. Nothing too fancy this time, just something to get my writing out into the world...physically.

Free for all readers of my blog of course. :D


Bonne Nuit Mes Amis

Thursday, October 7, 2010

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It's still technically my birthday,

and although you probably aren't reading this.
It would have meant the world to me
to hear your voice, or read the keystrokes from your fingertips.
One friend to another.


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Some days its like taking a bullet...

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Divide the Joy

Heart and Soul

Instincts that can still betray us,
A journey that leads to the sun,
Soulless and bent on destruction,
A struggle between right and wrong.
You take my place in the showdown,
I'll observe with a pitiful eye,
I'll humbly ask for forgiveness,
A request well beyond you and I.

Heart and soul, one will burn.
Heart and soul, one will burn.

An abyss that laughs at creation,
A circus complete with all fools,
Foundations that lasted the ages,
Then ripped apart at their roots.
Beyond all this good is the terror,
The grip of a mercenary hand,
When savagery turns all good reason,
There's no turning back, no last stand.

Heart and soul, one will burn.
Heart and soul, one will burn.

Existence well what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can.
The past is now part of my future,
The present is well out of hand.
The present is well out of hand.

Heart and soul, one will burn.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
One will burn, one will burn.
Heart and soul, one will burn.




Saturday, October 2, 2010

Dreams While Dancing

Sometimes I wish I was born a guy...so I could stomp around on the dance floor and no one would look at me funny because I'm not doing some sort of girly dance.