Does it bleed right through from me to you? Are my thoughts placed flat or running like a racing rat? Do you notice the absence of incense or the abscess of stress that grows in a knot in your gut? Does it bleed through a white shirt? Gory tie dye design, screaming circles of deepest red. Finally spiraling out, flickering off, going to bed.
It’s so strange how
you pound in my head
when you’re not around.
Wish I could see you,
do you think more of me?
Just wait, think and wait.
Patience, I will sit and wait.
Every time I think it’s over
I come over and end up all over…
Laughing, touching, all that’s required is here,
in your face, smiling and unafraid.
Maybe this time.
Maybe this time.
Maybe this time.
Maybe this time
I’m ready this time…
All we are, moments tangled in time,
I only think of you.
Can’t get us off my mind,
how strange…
I said ‘goodnight’ after you took my mind for a ride,
but you always run when I’m what you find.
Shaking next to me, just a boy and girl on a floor,
Finally kissing, and not for the first time.
I can never know “what if,”
only guess while I drive home.
Here’s hoping I’m still in your head,
making your dreams tonight.
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…
