Sunday, October 30, 2011

They say there’s no time like the present; what they really
mean is there’s no such thing as the present. Five seconds
into the future will be five seconds in the past once you
finish reading this sentence. Life in the modern world so
often boils down to taking comfort in the days of old or
praying for some idealized future. Translated into rock ‘n’
roll, terms, it means you’re either ahead of your time or
past your prime. And we’re cool with that. We like
categories and demographics and timelines because they
allow us not to think; everything can be explained with the
check of a box or a dot on a graph.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Breathing the cold air into my lungs.
Misery combined with joy within the hail.
"Inhale.. Exhale" I tell myself.
Suddenly melancholy sets into my gut,
yet nostalgia caresses my body.
Life, what more is there?
Articulate it, after all a perception
and I'm glad to have my own.

Fundamental Flaw

Optimism portrays a false hope,
the only thing to fear is fear itself.

My insides felt heavy, like someone was testing my rib cage by stacking books upon its outer layer.
My heart was vividly drumming, over taking every other sound.
Shivers that compel trickles down my spine.
My throat was strain, caused by either compression or expansion.
Asphyxiation, now there's a lack of air.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

“Poetry can unleash a terrible fear. I suppose it is the fear of possibilities, too many possibilities, each with its own endless set of variations. It's like looking too closely and too long into a mirror; soon your features distort, then erupt. You look too closely into your poems, or listen too closely to them as they arrive in whispers, and the features inside you - call it heart, call it mind, call it soul - accelerate out of control. They distort and they erupt, and it is one strange pain. You realize, then, that you can't attempt breaking down too many barriers in too short a time, because there are as many horrors waiting to get in at you as there are parts of yourself pushing to break out, and with the same, or more, fevered determination.”