September 2009
4 posts
Damn you, Literature! You defeat me!
Sometimes I wonder who exactly mended my mind, and where he got his doctorate. I need new stitches, some things are flying loose, things I would usually keep under wraps. I think I’ve decided, some walls come down friday. Sure, they’ve been patchy and full of holes a lot of the time, but now it’ll all be laid bare, all the murky things behind that have festered. Though, I count...
Taking Day Trips
What to do, what to do, what to do anymore? I sit down and try to make sense of things, only to fail miserably. It’s getting a little ridiculous, actually. I read through our conversations over and over, trying to see something I want to see, something I’ve overlooked, some sign. Though, I know that the words you’ve said and the words I read are two different animals altogether,...
The MTA is my YMCA
Maybe I’ve read to many comic books. Or I’ve delved too deeply into too many characters in sci-fi epics. It’s easy to blame the media. Our whipping post when we’ve run out of resources to blame for all our own faults. Insert bitter laugh here. Is there an emoticon to lend exageration to my point? Ahh, now I’ve gone tangential, strayed from my point. another rant for...
Where in God's wretched name is Carmen Sandiego?
I enter the 6 subway line on 110th street. I always semi-run down the stairs and when someone is in front of me, I’m noticeably impatient. It might be rude and kind of care what strangers think of me; I do not know why. I swipe my metrocard while staring at it and push the turnstyle with my waist enter the station. I look across the platform in hopes of finding someone to fall in love with....
August 2009
3 posts
The Escape of Dreamscapes
Sometimes I wake up and just lay in bed, looking back over the dream I had. I become weary of being awake, willing myself back to that ethereal realm of possibility, but find my body too saturated by sleep to remain idle. So I wake up, shuffle around my morning rites of shower and dressing, locked in my head the whole time, trying to relive moments that have all but faded into the cloudy nether of...
Ecstacy/Hollow Head
I lived several months of my life in the dark, not wanting to turn the lights back on. These endless shadows were beautiful and you blew my mind every night with a drug that, at the time, I wasn’t sure what it was. Laughing at nothing and gently touching your skin just to make sure you were always there. I was high on a product that must’ve been as pure as the words you speak, the...
Strip the paint from the canvas; even Mona Lisa...
There is often much talk of deconstructing the masks we bestow upon ourselves. That we should shed the illusion and hold true to the person beneath the Papier-mâché faces. However, it seems abundantly clear to me that many of these masks a bred into us by raw genetics and the coincidence of our species. Consider this; we all naturally hide our most personal vulnerablities from all but our closest...