My pulse quickens
When she walks on the bus
And her eyes search for me
The way she smiles into her chest
Her hair falls so perfectly
Around her perfect face
I hate the way I am around you
I am so nervous and weird
21.1.11
18.1.11
the dog days are over
I never thought it would come to this.
I've suddenly come under competition for the affections of my boyfriend by another female.
She lives with me in my house and follows him around whining for his attention.
Her constant attempts are beginning to cause a jealousy inside of me that can't be ignored.
Luckily I have the power to book appointments with the vet.
My ongoing war with a cat.
I've suddenly come under competition for the affections of my boyfriend by another female.
She lives with me in my house and follows him around whining for his attention.
Her constant attempts are beginning to cause a jealousy inside of me that can't be ignored.
Luckily I have the power to book appointments with the vet.
My ongoing war with a cat.
17.1.11
SocialSCENE
He wears his heart on his lapel, so as not to put holes in his sleeves.
We stood out in the cold snow, waiting for a glimpse of a spectacle
Our toes near frostbitten, we finally made it inside and into another line
Tickets were ripped and up the stairs we went
Inside there was an anxious buzz over the crowd
Waiting since early November to see this band rock
All the usuals were there with beers in hand
The crowd perked up as Most Serene took the stage
They opened with upbeat tempos and awesome energy
By now my toes had finally regained feeling and the beer was warming me up
We swayed and the singer cracked jokes about the snowstorm
When they finished the crowd tensed up again
There was only one real reason we came to see
One real reason for braving the cold
Background tracks played and more beers downed
Then they came on stage and the crowd lost it
With a strong opening
Texaco bitches, shoreline, fire eye'd boy...
Things slowed down for a while
Their closing was strong
Water in hell, lover's spit, superconnected
And an encore
canada vs. america, IBI
The show was good, but I wasn't overly ecstatic
I left half way through the big finish
I suppose I should have tried harder to see them once upon a time
At least I can cross it off my list
We stood out in the cold snow, waiting for a glimpse of a spectacle
Our toes near frostbitten, we finally made it inside and into another line
Tickets were ripped and up the stairs we went
Inside there was an anxious buzz over the crowd
Waiting since early November to see this band rock
All the usuals were there with beers in hand
The crowd perked up as Most Serene took the stage
They opened with upbeat tempos and awesome energy
By now my toes had finally regained feeling and the beer was warming me up
We swayed and the singer cracked jokes about the snowstorm
When they finished the crowd tensed up again
There was only one real reason we came to see
One real reason for braving the cold
Background tracks played and more beers downed
Then they came on stage and the crowd lost it
With a strong opening
Texaco bitches, shoreline, fire eye'd boy...
Things slowed down for a while
Their closing was strong
Water in hell, lover's spit, superconnected
And an encore
canada vs. america, IBI
The show was good, but I wasn't overly ecstatic
I left half way through the big finish
I suppose I should have tried harder to see them once upon a time
At least I can cross it off my list
16.1.11
Puzzled.
Faint memories from last night come flooding back with the tide
Shaking hands with the enemy and lost conversations
People streaming into the street with serious lack of judgement
Numbness out in the chaos
I'll give our scene one thing, we all know how to dress warm
And I think it's sexy to see people who dress for the climate
It shows a level of intelligence that seriously lacks on the row
Men's fashion especially has taken off in the last few years
Nothing beats a snappy dresser.
I feel a little confused about what happened last night
but no regrets just lots of hurting brain matter
Maybe the broken social scene will reflect those fellows and ladies on stage tonight.
Shaking hands with the enemy and lost conversations
People streaming into the street with serious lack of judgement
Numbness out in the chaos
I'll give our scene one thing, we all know how to dress warm
And I think it's sexy to see people who dress for the climate
It shows a level of intelligence that seriously lacks on the row
Men's fashion especially has taken off in the last few years
Nothing beats a snappy dresser.
I feel a little confused about what happened last night
but no regrets just lots of hurting brain matter
Maybe the broken social scene will reflect those fellows and ladies on stage tonight.
15.1.11
Prospects
the kettle works better when you plug it in
there's change on the kitchen counter
snow falls silently as it does
the internet speaks of poetry slams and fashion games
put forth the effort and reap success
dress to impress and be set up for disappointment
these kids tumble and tweet
awaiting the response they so crave
from the people they barely know
clawing at a world full of assumed outcomes
and intellectual hierachy
Maybe we should concern ourselves more with putting differences aside and working toward goals of positive help and change in our community. Maybe then we could walk around with an air of arrogance once we've done something beneficial. But true souls that have done good things with their lives know their work is never done and so they don't bother with being seen or boasting. They lay dormant in their little apartments plotting their next big move to end poverty and disease.
I feel like 2011 will be a year of change for the better. Although, I think we may say that about every year, there are positive communities forming within the city limits that may one day have messages that extend far beyond London. I think a more involved commitment to things that matter to me will lead to a happier existence.
*hours later*
And maybe less neglect.
there's change on the kitchen counter
snow falls silently as it does
the internet speaks of poetry slams and fashion games
put forth the effort and reap success
dress to impress and be set up for disappointment
these kids tumble and tweet
awaiting the response they so crave
from the people they barely know
clawing at a world full of assumed outcomes
and intellectual hierachy
Maybe we should concern ourselves more with putting differences aside and working toward goals of positive help and change in our community. Maybe then we could walk around with an air of arrogance once we've done something beneficial. But true souls that have done good things with their lives know their work is never done and so they don't bother with being seen or boasting. They lay dormant in their little apartments plotting their next big move to end poverty and disease.
I feel like 2011 will be a year of change for the better. Although, I think we may say that about every year, there are positive communities forming within the city limits that may one day have messages that extend far beyond London. I think a more involved commitment to things that matter to me will lead to a happier existence.
*hours later*
And maybe less neglect.
13.1.11
RE:think
We made the climb up to the darkness above
Into your room where nothing await
You told me what a mistake you had made
And cast me out like a bad memory
Moving forward.
Why waste time with people who clearly don't give a fuck about anything or anyone. Self centered neuroticism to the third degree. Upon further inspection of this species, I find it easier to keep a safe distance as not to be pulled into the black hole that surrounds the whole manufactured fairy tale. Chasing something.
This ain't no good, in fact it's phony as hell.
Everyone seems to say one thing, turn and whisper something else, all the while telling lie after lie because they feel like they will lose their right to exist among mere mortals who refuse to speak up. The band rages on and the opera begins.
Secrets muffled by the falling snow.
When it's all said and done, hearts pursue the nicest pair of shoes in the room. Long walks home to a quieter place. Maybe things aren't all bad. Maybe some of us are just a little insecure, striving for a turn in the limelight. Craving the feeling of acceptance and belonging to a collective whole moving toward positive change.
I hope.
Into your room where nothing await
You told me what a mistake you had made
And cast me out like a bad memory
Moving forward.
Why waste time with people who clearly don't give a fuck about anything or anyone. Self centered neuroticism to the third degree. Upon further inspection of this species, I find it easier to keep a safe distance as not to be pulled into the black hole that surrounds the whole manufactured fairy tale. Chasing something.
This ain't no good, in fact it's phony as hell.
Everyone seems to say one thing, turn and whisper something else, all the while telling lie after lie because they feel like they will lose their right to exist among mere mortals who refuse to speak up. The band rages on and the opera begins.
Secrets muffled by the falling snow.
When it's all said and done, hearts pursue the nicest pair of shoes in the room. Long walks home to a quieter place. Maybe things aren't all bad. Maybe some of us are just a little insecure, striving for a turn in the limelight. Craving the feeling of acceptance and belonging to a collective whole moving toward positive change.
I hope.
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