Wrote these pretty quick, but I thought I’d share. They are all untitled, if only because I feel the whole piece’s proper title is the one you see above. They’re all just random little thoughts I’ve had in the recent weeks. Hope you enjoy them.
What would my world be without your face?
Nothing would come together
Everything would fall apart
My soul would be set a-flame
My body would be torn asunder
That is, if I knew what you looked like.
Who am I to know the future
I am but a man
In a strange land
With nothing but my hands
And the sand beneath my toes
Will I know? Won’t I wonder?
Or will I be another blunder?
Pools of sorrow, waves of joy
As Lennon spoke around the world
Silenced in a blast of air
Turned to dust, and left to rot
Peace is wanted, peace is needed
But it comes with the highest of prices
A broken heart, and a mind in crisis
Writing this stuff helps me get things off my mind. I’ll probably be writing more of it in the future, so if you don’t like poetry, I think you need to reevaluate yourself… Or you can just get rid of me. I don’t really care.
Been a while since I posted a real, significant update, and I wanted to tell everyone what I’ve been up to, for those that care, or that don’t.
That’s actually the most significant thing. I’ve felt a lot of my insecurity slip away in the recent months, and I’m starting to care less and less about how other people view me. I’m just trying the hardest to be who I am, and for the first time EVER, I like him. I think he’s a swell guy, charismatic, and somewhat handsome. That’s a long way from overweight, depressing, and unsure. It’s really a change for the better.
Now, I don’t know if many of you remember, but my ‘dad’ is in jail, and has been for almost 3 years. I found out he was transferred to somewhere in Pennsylvania. It makes me glad he is away from me, but at the same time, he has moved closer to my sister who lives in NYC. He and her still talk on a regular basis, and it fears me that I will not be able to protect her anymore from him. I did it for a long time when we were younger, and I still have residual issues I’m working out from all of the emotional abuse, but I’m finding new reasons to keep fighting on every day, and most of it has started to slip away. Therapy has done wonders for me. Sure, I have my ups and downs, but I can’t complain at all. I’m relatively happy.
In other news, I have handed off my thesis script to a friend and fellow writer. I think she will bring fresh eyes to ‘Tripped Out’ going forward, and it will end up being something really spectacular (for 15 minutes). I will be putting up a Kickstarter early next year, so keep an eye out. I already have some people attached, and pre-production will begin as soon as the script is fixed. I’m having a meeting with her on Tuesday to discuss in further detail.
I still haven’t moved out of my apartment. I don’t really know why, but I kind of do. I’m lazy, but I need to feel somewhat comfortable to exist, and this apartment has more or less become comfortable to me. It’s not great, sure, but it’s not terrible either. It works for now. It won’t work forever.
Anyway, just wanted to spitball some of this at you. I haven’t really posted anything dark or disturbing on here for a long time, and I hope I don’t have to ever again. I plan on using that for my movies ;) haha