Tuesday, November 24, 2009

bright eyes: ship in a bottle
i don't like him. honestly.
i really don't. mostly disgusted.
but she does, love him, i suppose.
and this is where the wedge divided.
split. oceaned. transatlanticized.
here, now, in this moment. i let go.
and kindasorta disperse into the scenery.
a tree. a rock. a sidewalk. a driveway.
"losing a whole year"
i triangulate and measure.
three corners, three sides to this instant.
couldshouldwould
havehadwill
i forget. to regret. to be upset.
finally, my faulty memory can be used for something
other than repeated trips back into the house and
locking myself out of my car.



Sunday, November 15, 2009

dashboard confessional: the shade of poison trees



i can't write the songs in my mind.
i mean, the concepts are rushing.
beauty. i breathe through the hole it left in me.
oh, my. but to put it to song. to lyric.
i falter. i can't say it. i can't speak it. the honesty.
i want to write something. amazing.
tazlena and i talked friday.
she spent the night, and talked
me to sleep. as always.
thats what i want to write about.
that. there. something. that means everything.
a mild conversation while diamond shards
sweep over and under us. slicing the air
as shimmering seconds.
i want this to stick in my skin.
lodged. scabbed.
to catch my veins and grow old with me.
grow cold with me.
grow small and dull.
beating with hope.
pulsing with discourse.
fading with grace.
a welcomed wound.


Wednesday, November 11, 2009



broken social scene: shoreline


going to hawaii. as of yesterday. everything makes less sense.

i have an end point. an amazing goal. besides urban outfitter sales clothing

that i order in the mail. this is huge and $750.

but i hope that it will be worth it. so much so.

list of things to bring:

  1. camera
  2. light flannels
  3. the only two pairs of pants i own
  4. cut off shorts
  5. toiletries
  6. sunglasses
  7. what little money i have left
  8. Arics birthday present
  9. ipod & headphones
  10. molskine
  11. two crew necks 2 v necks
  12. a brand new pack of fine ballpoints
  13. maybe a pencil
  14. my infinite supply of 'maybes'.


Monday, November 2, 2009

copeland: what cannot be found pt. 1


man.
halloween.
i mostly did homework, played cards with my sister
practiced the songs, and then went to the show.
our set was at 1030, which was made bearable
by Beruit and Modest Mouse cover bands.
my voice is almost back to normal. not really.
i hope i can find photos or even a video of us saturday.
copeland slices through my skull.
copeland paints crystals on my fingers.
copeland perferates my shoulders and knees.
copeland is the distance from my soul to my skin.
copeland is just a band.
but nothing is really as clear as my mind right now listening.