Tuesday, June 28, 2011

sunday morning broke and dragged me out of bed, slightly less asleep.



narre warren north. such a sleepy sunday morning that i liked the quiet. nevermind the fact that it's the middle of nowhere.


sunday morning dreamt about a moment passed,
about a time i failed.
sunday morning i was staring at a clock
trying to push it back.
sunday morning wished to be a kid.

sunday morning shook me all the way awake.
stirred me from the dream.
sunday morning i was thinking of a phone call i should make
you never did.
i never did.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

sunday morning broke and dragged me out of bed, slightly less asleep.

sleep just doesn't seem to come naturally for me these days.
rather, it seems quite unnatural.
i miss the days of effortless sleep. being nocturnal is no fun when there's no one to keep you company. else it's dark and lonely. silence ringing in my ears. shadows dancing on my wall. that stupid alarm clock by my head, the ticking a constant presence reminding me of the passing of time. time passes. but absolutely nothing is fucking happening.

it just feels like such a waste.
i just want to dream.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

the last lost continent.

I felt your sickness brush against my arm as I walked by you —
Heard your voice but couldn't tell that it was you.
And, slowly, watched your sickness slip away into a place
That I'd once feared but I was not afraid this time
So I gave chase and found it, finally, slowly feeding from your head,
And from my friends, and from my family, so I grabbed it by the neck.
"For every lover you have ruined..." I dug my nails into it's flesh.
"... and every life that you have taken..."
Slammed it's head against the brick.
It's blood poured out onto the pavement,
I stirred it in with dirt and spit,
"I will take a part of you."
I made mortar from the mix.
Tore every organ from it's body,
Broke it's bone and fashioned bricks,
I laid the mortar in between,
I made a throne for hope to sit.
"Too long you've torn us into pieces,
Firmly held onto our wrists. Today I bury you in me."
I swallowed every inch of it.

I'll hold you, as you have held me -
You've held me in your heart, we'll be set free from fear.
We've felt our failures.
We've watched our passions leave, but we're still breathing on.
I'll hold you, as you have held me,
You've held me in your heart.
(And I will hold you in my heart)

But I still see him dead in the parking lot at the gas station just down the street.
And I still hear my friend say,
"You know, you wouldn't believe the things I saw when I was stationed overseas."
But he somehow keeps smiling in spite all of that,
While I keep finding ways to push the good out for the bad
Oh, how selfish of myself to always say that it was more than I could take,
Like it was pain I could not shake,
Like it could break me with it's fingers, throw my body in the lake,
And I would slowly sink away
But the Truth is it was sorrow that I made and would not face.
See, I keep falling for the future after tripping on the past.
And I am always tearing sutures out to make the anguish last like it defines me.
Or reminds me I've found comfort in my suffering
And uncertainty in happiness and death,
Because what's next is such a mystery to me.
I am terrified of all the things I feel but cannot see.
Friends and family, put your hand into my hand and lay your head into my chest.
You are all that I have left here
We are all that we have left.
We are the lovers, We are the last of our kind.
Link your arms and keep your chin up
And I swear that we'll be fine.
We are the lovers, We are the last of our kind.
Though we're not sure who we are, though we're not sure where we're from,
Though we're not sure when we'll leave, though we're not sure where we'll go,
We keep our heads up
We keep our hearts up
We keep our hopes up

Keep your head up. we're fine. Just keep your head up. I swear we'll be alright.
Keep your head up. Oh, my friends, keep your head up. and I swear we'll never die.
I swear we'll get home safe and sound, we'll live on underground
I will give your heart a place to rest when everything you had has turned and left.
I'll weave your names into my ribcage; lock your hearts inside my chest.
Regain the passion I once carried; do away with all the rest.
I tore the sickness from your bodies; smashed it's head against the bricks.
I made a castle from it's bones that you may always dwell in it.
So sing for every buried moment that you'd thought would never end.
And sing your fears about the future; and a dirge for faded friends.
For all the love that you had held to, why it somehow failed to keep.
And sing each minute you've been frightened; every hour that you've lost sleep
And sing for all your friends and family; sing for those who didn't survive.
But sing not for their final outcome; sing a song of how they tried.
We live amidst a violent storm; leaves us unsatisfied at best,
So fill your heart with what's important, and be done with all the rest.
We are what's left of what we once were
We are falling far behind.
There's so much stacking up against us and we're running out of time.

We are but hopeful children, and we're the last of our kind.
But if we let our hearts move outward, I know we will never-
We are but friends and family, we are the last of our kind.
So hold my hand, I'll lift your head up, and I promise we'll be fine.
We are but hopeful lovers, and we are running out of time.
There's so much stacking up against us, and we're falling far behind.
We are but hopeful lovers, we are the last of our kind,
But if we let our hearts move outward, I know we will never-
We are but lovers, we are the last of our kind.
And if we let our hearts move outward, I know we will never-
We are but lovers, we are the last of our kind.
And if we let our hearts move outward, we will never die.


falling back into the familiar pattern of la dispute, slightly homesick for last year. but everything has to change, i suppose. it sure has.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

semantically incoherent

i don't even know anything anymore.

Friday, June 3, 2011

as i lay dying

people always emphasise how important it is to 'be yourself': but what if one singular, distinct form of 'self' does not exist? my identity isn't so straightforward that it can be encapsulated in one concept of 'self', and i struggle to find a simple definition of 'me'. and i'm eternally conscious of this, which causes me to question, constantly, when wondering, exactly, who i am and if the image i'm projecting to everyone is really 'me' or if i'm just a mess of countless, misdirected facades of a myself that may not even be real. a projection that is nothing more than a shallow reflection, or mirror that reflects simply what people want to see. how do you know what is real? i'm constantly shifting form, pale like an apparition in the way that i may not truly exist as an 'i' or a 'me', and unable to commit to relationships fully because i am afraid that the 'me' that i am may not be enough - or the person that i am, truly, is not distinct enough to stand on its own. a constant, suffocating compulsion to live up to others' expectations and ideas of you can only lead to self destruction. i do not understand how i can operate so many different sides of myself to deal with so many separate lives. i can't be myself because i'm not quite sure if there is a 'me' to possess, rightfully and individually. so many clashing factors influencing me to be so many conflicting types of people, i'm a disaster of mismatched experiments of teenage hysteria and self indulgence battling the quiet girl who hides behinds her music and books to not leave her room. this could be, perhaps, the source of the internal conflicts that assault my insides when i prepare for something that directly conflicts with the other side. explains the nausea and dizziness and feverish thoughts that consume me before leaving the house: and of course, the restless mania that accompanies the prospect of ennui. yet such conflict within self would not be complete without the bipolar tendencies that side-effect the never-ending war within my head. i think this blog in its entirety is testimonial to this.

"i don't know what i am. i don't know if i am or not. jewel knows he is, because he does not know that he does not know whether he is or not."