I was sipping sweet sorrow
right through his broken arrow.
Silly thoughts of sometime last January:
We proclaimed our willingness to leave
our lovers in padded karaoke kissing booths–
Then, shared more than a glass or two
behind frosted windows.
I still see him whenever I please,
but his pillow hair is made of dreams.
Parking lots. Lockers. A million high schools blurred into one.
A twisted hallway, a tiny dark classroom.
Chalkboards containing unfamiliar names, dates, words…
I’m failing to understand the dream,
begin noticing people from reality.
A missing tooth in a red plastic treasure chest.
I must put these ideas and more to rest.
Amusement parks complete with Ferris wheels, and
dizzy rides spring up allowing me a place to hide.
We drive on highways or down gravel roads,
across giant bridges but every time we swerve.
I fly through windshields. I wake, raking air
into breaking lungs.
Impossible details,
imprints of my sleeping life
interpreted in waking life…
It goes on like that until I click
the light pulling on a grimy white string
ending up in various versions of my bedroom
with all the lost antique furniture.
I get so lost. Confused. Then my mind turns to you.
Blank. Smiling in a sleepy state, demons set to rest
until I wake.
DREAMS
MEAN
STAND
SCREAM
STAY
DREAM
SILLY
DREAM
ANY
THING
SHOULDN’T
MUSTN’T
WAKE
UP
SCENES
SEE
STAY
CLOSE
GHOST
I laughed at you
you smiled back,
and all I wanted
was to take a nap.
You make me feel
like we are ten,
and we are sneaking
out again.
I lose many minutes,
dreaming of you,
and many more thinking,
“how impossible…”
“…true.”
I wish it were different,
with a tinge of the same.
Same smile, different meaning,
real kiss, not a dream.
This post gets a lot of hits, well compared to the rest on this arm of my tree-blog. I haven’t done much with this monochromejadethoughtsdreamwrathfully, and it is such a cool name for a blog if I do say so myself but, I won’t because even though I have been blogging since age 13 (I am now 24) I still think they are lame and no one wants to read them, except me!
Now, before you go yelling about me blasting blogs while I ramble on my own and accuse me of being a hypocrite you should know that the above observation only holds true for MY blogs.
It is true I talked ENDLESSLY about whatever guy I had a crush on or what movies I wanted to see or what I did that day in general. These serve as a permanent reminder of how nerdy I was but I don’t wish them any ill will, they have also served as a way for me to learn from myself.
Long before WordPress and YouTube, FaceBook or Myspace there were free site builders, yahoo pages, and a million cliques, webrings and even the first blogs.
Before the “like” button someone had to code HTML or someone had to sign up for a free Angelfire account to make their voice heard… or at least read.
I love reading blogs and now they seem more useful than ever. You can find a blog about anything and by judging the response in the comments and using your own common sense you can pick through this information and even run across brilliant writers and like-minded people in the process.
I don’t claim to have the best writing skills (that is funny, considering I majored in English) but I like to think each person has their own way of communicating and no one way is right or wrong. You could correct a person’s spelling or syntax but until you care more about the ideas behind the words and sentences you still won’t understand a thing.
I titled this as such because it was the first entry… (I think) of monochromejadethoughtsdreamwrathfully and I really do want to start something new…
