Howdy, folks! Well, my family & I are departing on a 2 week long trip to Mexico tomorrow morning. (in about 5 hours, actually... YAAAY) But to tide you over until I get back, here's a sweet little song I wrote this past week.
My mind is numbing slowly
Under artificial lights
Someone else can cradle
My consciousness tonight
Alone, but not in silence
A foreign voice is all I hear
Can this boundary be broken?
I'm paralyzed by fear
A blink of hope, a breath of truth,
Your voice: "Let there be light."
Life is born inside the void
I've been made new tonight
what bugs me about this poem is that I used the light/tonight rhyme TWICE! AIEEEEE jeez bad poetry. but i mean how else am i supposed to do that last stanza? AJHSHJAHSKJHSD i hate rhyming. AND APPARENTLY it hates me. >_<
Hullo, reader folk! This will be a short and sweet post, as I've got to go do mysterious creative things that I will later post on this here blog thingy, but I just want to inform you of something. (that was probably a run-on sentence, so I just ended it there to be safe. grammar police = unpleasant folks)
Today, I woke up at 5:12 AM. I thought to myself, I feel like painting! I went on Facebook and checked my friends blog instead. But now, I'm going to paint! n_n
Yeah yeah yeah I know. Quite the dynamic little post, isn't it?
I'm falling down
Scratched film
Microscopic memories
Sweet lullabies
I'm coming home
A ruined garden.
I spoke for the yellow flowers
"Our roots are gone."
I'm waking up
Limp rag dolls
Blood cools on the pavement.
Stones weep rain
I'm washed away.
Tonight, I took a trip to the theatre to see a little play called Misalliance by a Mr. George Bernard Shaw. I was accompanied (or rather, I accompanied) a few artists from the PCH Theatre I and II classes, and we had a grand old time.
I've just realized- it's R&P's 1 year and 6 day anniversary! I started this blog on March 10th with an ever-so-slightly awkward post, and here I am one year later, posting mah poems and the like.