Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Friday, March 12, 2010
W.O.R.D.S. of the Day
lonely is equivalent to a mental state,
which is easily factored into every being
yet its remainder refuses to be multiplied into a working sequence
once sequenced though, lonely can be the common denominator between happiness and permanent isolation
for there is no error in being lonely, only a subtracted negative state of mind
some think to add in unnecessary terms, only to find that lonely on its own is infinitely...
sufficient
-Word Doctor...What do you need fixed?
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Third Time Today
Hey,
So apparently people DO read my blog! lol. but yeah i think i might be addicted to this thing.
I think I've found my drug of choice
I've found a course to let my voice be heard over all this discourse.
A course different from the path of the life pulsing through my veins.
This high needs no needle, causes no pain.
This high can be sustained without the use of coke, can
Be recharged without even reaching a low, point
Me in the direction that sends my blood rushin' pure, clean
Thoughts awaken my drugged up soul.
And I'm happy
:)
- Word Doctor...What do you need fixed?
So apparently people DO read my blog! lol. but yeah i think i might be addicted to this thing.
I think I've found my drug of choice
I've found a course to let my voice be heard over all this discourse.
A course different from the path of the life pulsing through my veins.
This high needs no needle, causes no pain.
This high can be sustained without the use of coke, can
Be recharged without even reaching a low, point
Me in the direction that sends my blood rushin' pure, clean
Thoughts awaken my drugged up soul.
And I'm happy
:)
- Word Doctor...What do you need fixed?
W.O.R.D.S. of the Day
ultimately the saddest thing he'd ever seen
worse than the blade of destruction meeting untarnished flesh.
but she was the strength that existed in the duality of this sword,
savoring or surrendering life in one word
something that day nor night could reveal
pain more real with an edge of appeal
pain vs. pleasure...which would prevail?
- Word Doctor...What do you need fixed?
Monday, January 4, 2010
It's Been a Long Time...
It's been a while since I've written on here (in here? not 100 on blog lingo yet)...
A lot has happened. Major changes in my future, my present, and even from the past. I guess you could say that I'm a new woman, but not completely. There's still a major change I need to make, but until I do it'll be my little secret. I'll let you all know then.
I'm happy I have this blog, even though I'm aware that many people I know don't know (or would ever believe) that I have a blog. Or that many people don't even read this blog. I guess I've changed in that way as well, I really don't care. But like I've said previously I like the remedy and therapy behind words, and at this point in my life nothing could serve as a better mediator for my internal turmoil. If someone should happen upon it, so be it.
I know...super melodramatic, but I can do that 'cause this is MY blog, and you don't necessarily have to read it, but if you must continue on, I'll try to make it worth your while...
See. It always starts with a boy, right? Well this scenario is no different, why should it be?
I'm going to tell you a story. It could be real, it could be fiction...either way, you'll never know.
Once upon a time...there was this girl, who fell in love with...hip hop. lol Sike!
but for real, there was this girl and she actually fell in love with...Stories, fictional Stories.
she loved the way there were new worlds that unfolded around her, and how there always was a different reality just beyond her reach.
a new paradise that she could explore then hunt and devour, for her appetite for these Words were never satiated.
the pleasure she received could never be compared to anything real. the way the Words reached out to her Sentence after Sentence, caressing her.
one Paragraph after another, touching her.
Chapters...kissing her.
her intellectual being peaked every Letter, moving her to to stay focused, concentrated on the gentle thoughts that only a Novel could ever give her.
i can't tell you if she ever made it past each Introduction before the Climax.
or if her mind longed for the Antagonist while her heart drove her towards the Pro.
but this girl was indeed confused.
now there came a night when her worlds collided.
caught up in her haze, she knew that getting deeper past each Punctuation would only lead to trouble.
but clearly self pleasure was her only concern...
and she dreaded the day when her own story would be told.
the day when Words wouldn't be so appealing.
and their touch would lack a certain feeling.
and she dreaded the day when Books lost their gentleness.
the day when Hardbacks stroked her wrong.
and their kisses were, well...gone.
what i can tell you is that all the Novellas and Paperbacks, Mysteries and Romances.
all the Westerns and Science Fiction, Series and Memoirs,
never amounted to the one thing that stayed true day after day.
the one thing she chose to hide from but that knew her better than any Epilogue.
the one thing that was honest...
Reality.
El Fin
Well you can take that, and read it like we all used to back in the day when we appreciated reading because video games and TV had to be off during the week. Don't read it like we used to in English class, don't over analyze. Just let it mean to you what it means to you. I know why I wrote it, but like I said, It could be real, and it may even be fiction, but if you identify then you know how real it is to me.
- Word Doctor...What do you need fixed?
A lot has happened. Major changes in my future, my present, and even from the past. I guess you could say that I'm a new woman, but not completely. There's still a major change I need to make, but until I do it'll be my little secret. I'll let you all know then.
I'm happy I have this blog, even though I'm aware that many people I know don't know (or would ever believe) that I have a blog. Or that many people don't even read this blog. I guess I've changed in that way as well, I really don't care. But like I've said previously I like the remedy and therapy behind words, and at this point in my life nothing could serve as a better mediator for my internal turmoil. If someone should happen upon it, so be it.
I know...super melodramatic, but I can do that 'cause this is MY blog, and you don't necessarily have to read it, but if you must continue on, I'll try to make it worth your while...
See. It always starts with a boy, right? Well this scenario is no different, why should it be?
I'm going to tell you a story. It could be real, it could be fiction...either way, you'll never know.
Once upon a time...there was this girl, who fell in love with...hip hop. lol Sike!
but for real, there was this girl and she actually fell in love with...Stories, fictional Stories.
she loved the way there were new worlds that unfolded around her, and how there always was a different reality just beyond her reach.
a new paradise that she could explore then hunt and devour, for her appetite for these Words were never satiated.
the pleasure she received could never be compared to anything real. the way the Words reached out to her Sentence after Sentence, caressing her.
one Paragraph after another, touching her.
Chapters...kissing her.
her intellectual being peaked every Letter, moving her to to stay focused, concentrated on the gentle thoughts that only a Novel could ever give her.
i can't tell you if she ever made it past each Introduction before the Climax.
or if her mind longed for the Antagonist while her heart drove her towards the Pro.
but this girl was indeed confused.
now there came a night when her worlds collided.
caught up in her haze, she knew that getting deeper past each Punctuation would only lead to trouble.
but clearly self pleasure was her only concern...
and she dreaded the day when her own story would be told.
the day when Words wouldn't be so appealing.
and their touch would lack a certain feeling.
and she dreaded the day when Books lost their gentleness.
the day when Hardbacks stroked her wrong.
and their kisses were, well...gone.
what i can tell you is that all the Novellas and Paperbacks, Mysteries and Romances.
all the Westerns and Science Fiction, Series and Memoirs,
never amounted to the one thing that stayed true day after day.
the one thing she chose to hide from but that knew her better than any Epilogue.
the one thing that was honest...
Reality.
El Fin
Well you can take that, and read it like we all used to back in the day when we appreciated reading because video games and TV had to be off during the week. Don't read it like we used to in English class, don't over analyze. Just let it mean to you what it means to you. I know why I wrote it, but like I said, It could be real, and it may even be fiction, but if you identify then you know how real it is to me.
- Word Doctor...What do you need fixed?
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