Showing posts with label moleskine writings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moleskine writings. Show all posts

Friday, June 12, 2009

Lists for Liars

To Do Everyday:

  1. read a poem
  2. write a poem
  3. listen to a good song
  4. eat good food
  5. make something to be proud of
  6. express humble gratitude
  7. drink good tea
  8. touch the earth 
  9. watch the sky
  10. let go of inhibitions
  11. eat fruit (for the body)

Sunday, May 3, 2009

C2-106C

I came to, ears still ringing from the night before
Rolling out of a bed that is not my own
I grab my dirty shoes and worn flannel shirt
Stumbling torpidly toward the front door in a semi-hypnotic state of subconsciousness
I am deathly silent
I am inches away from the exit
Inches away from disappearing without making a sound
A sudden movement in my peripheral vision
"You're leaving."
"Yeah, I'm going to do work"
I am given looks of uncertainty and despondency
"Okay...well I'll see you at some point"

Is it wrong, when one knows his heart is elsewhere, to try to give affection to another?
Specifically
In that very room
Tucked in a blanket
Uncomfortable with the adjacent situation
I find it hardly fathomable that the mind and heart
can ever concur
They are of opposite poles

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

I closed my eyes
and opened my ears to full capacity.
I heard a voice
but the words were in a voice I could not comprehend
I can only imagine
that what was said was nothing in my favor
and a stab at my character

On this journey, I have met too many individuals
who concern themselves solely with richness and decadence
fame and fortune,
and things of that nature
Me?
No, I am not the same
for my only goal in life is to make a sincere impact on as many people I encounter as possible; whether it be positive or negative
I want to be remembered
That is all.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Ceci n'est pas une pipe

vain, vane, vein

I am a man of peculiar tastes
mmm...food

I've had recent run-ins with old friends--the majority being the imaginary ones--and I realize how much of a change I have made as a being. 
I used to think it was possible to ensconce oneself on clouds. I made it my primary goal in life. I later found out it wasn't possible. I cried for hours upon hours.
"I quit my job and moved to live in France for a short while, because I wanted to spend time with a girl that fascinates me more than anybody I have ever known"

Monday, February 9, 2009

untitled.

it
is
only
the 
wind
that
rustles
the
trees
.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

because...

Love
is
not
a
synonym
for
eternity