Coffeehouse Bluespeople like to drown in their miseryMore Like This
because it somehow reminds them
that they're alive.
take the lady sitting by the fog-kissed window, for example.
see how delicately her lower lip quivers
as she downs pints of coffee like a drug addiction
when in reality, each sip creates fissures on her tongue
and fills her stomach with caffeinated liquid
she secretly wishes was cyanide.
or watch how the curious boy with suns as eyes
turns to face you and aligns his line of sight with yours;
watch how his juvenile soul becomes
a map of bones so easy for you to read.
suddenly, you realize a gaze could have never held
that much despair
i used to be like this.
except i drank ten times more coffee with a mild dash of ecstasy
and pretended to be the Atlas who shrugged
simply because he could no longer
carry the weight of the sky
on his shoulders.
this was until i understood i wasn't the only one who felt this way,
that adults who constantly relied on caffeine
and kids who were born with celes
So long Summer! Also, Planetless Lore is coming!Well, here we go again. Another year, another... ... err... year.More Like This
Got all set up, got myself into a new apartment, this time sharing it with three mates, tomorrow (well, technically, today...) the fun will start. Yeeeeayyyy... - he said sarcastically.
Let's just hope it doesn't go sour like last year...
And Planetless Lore is coming real soon: (This time for real...)
Some of you may know (most of you won't) that I have a sci-fy universe in the works along with the fantasy-ish cornucopia of stuff I have been dishing out lately. It is called Planetless, and soon, I will be dishing it out into literature. these deviations will consist of documentary text preceded by some banners that indicate what kind of info is being given and possibly will be accompanied by pictures to illustrate certain stuff..
I trust you will find (if you would care to read, but, let's face it, you won't...) most stuff to be quite entertaining...
Bonanza And Old Time Goodyness VS Gold WrappingWarning: Rant ahead...More Like This
My dad bought an initial DVD for a magazine published collection of the old 1960s to -70s "Bonanza" series (If you don't know Bonanza, at least in name, you may want to throw yourself in front of a large vehicle moving at high speeds on the highway. Everyone knows Bonanza, even if only in name!)
Anyway, he sat yesterday watching the four episodes in the DVD and I decided to catch a bit of it. I was actually surprised by the quality of the plot (not the video quality which, unfortunately, is reduced). Now, sure, it doesn't benefit from modern cinematic techniques and is a slow-paced production, but it has a very lively plot and credible characters. I had never seen the series before, only heard of it, but I was not bored and didn't find many "clichés" (but, then again, they weren't clichés back then...) And I actually liked the whole theme and storytelling the series offered, and I'm not a cowboy or western fan, so that's saying something!
I'm one of tho
Ten Reasons Why I Love YouTen Reasons Why I Love You:More Like This
You've always been there for me, through the good and the bad times,
I can talk to you about anything and you will not judge me based off of what we discuss,
You have a way of making me feel like I am the most important person in the world when we are together,
Whenever you would run on ahead, you would eventually wait for me to catch up,
You let me cry on your shoulder when something bad has happened,
You have never asked me for anything that I couldn't give,
You've always been considerate of who I am and when I want to spend my days with others around me,
You have been the only person to see my crazy antics and laugh saying that I was "cute,"
I love you, because when I look into your eyes, I can see that you love me as well.
Would it?would it be wrong if I told you I missed you?More Like This
would it be wrong if I told you I wanted you?
would it be wrong if I wanted to hold you?
would it be wrong if I told you I wish you were hear right now?
would it be wrong if I wanted to wait for you forever?
I Dream of a Forbidden DanceHer blond hair glistening upon her headMore Like This
The tiara resting between those perfect curls
Her flawless smile, never fades
With one petite gloved hand, she waves
A long flowing blue dress, and heels to match
She slowly walks down the steps
Hand in hand with the prince
And the music begins
But where am I?
I am in the crowd
Wishing I could make a move
Wishing I could make a sound
Trying to loosen the knots in my throat
I try to scream out
But I'm still in my head, weeping
I take one last glance
As I dream of a forbidden dance