Blog Day Afternoon

   I never thought writing would me make me feel good, like this does. Coming directly from two liberally artsy minded parents, and me having a predilection towards the maths, I really never thought I would write anything outside of school. But here I am, crafting a blog. It makes me feel good to write my thoughts here, hidden in plain sight. In a place where no one or everyone in the world could read them. Also, the slight voyeuristic edge to it makes it quite a bit exhilarating. It provides just enough guilt for me to want to keep writing, but not enough to completely distract me. It's always there on the back burner. It also provides the satisfaction of getting thoughts rattling around in my head onto the page. Because, I mean come on, doesn't everyone want to hear my incoherent ramblings?
   Along the same vein of writing stuff on the internet, some poetry is about to follow. A note about that: I have never taken any higher level English courses, but I see poetry as another art form. It was created from the mind of the artist, to embody whatever they happened to be feeling or thinking at that moment. You, as the viewer, are free to think whatever you want about it, but just remember, anything original I write, I made for me, not for you. So, if you don't like it, I want to sincerely say, from the bottom of my heart: Go play in traffic.

She

I was afraid

And I called his name to wash away my fears

But he did not answer

I was alone 

And I called his name to feel his embrace

But he did not answer

I was sad

And I called his name to bring me joy

But he did not answer

I grew to be hopeless

But then, out of darkness, She answered

And I realized

It had been Her voice I had been searching for all along

-Nine Fingers

This brick
Which is gripped by my fingers
Which shoot out from my hand
Which is fastened to my arm
That meets up with my shoulder
That sits well below my head
That surrounds my brain
Which is tied up with thoughts of resentment, fear, and loathing
Because of your using me in your road to
Wealth and power
Will crash through your picture window
And kill you

 

-Street Sweeper Social Club

(Lyrics to The Squeeze)