Friday, May 15, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
...a gift...
...i see you laugh...i see you smile...i know you're loving this...it gets no better...not in your mind...not right now...even though i know better...i smile too...i'll let you be happy...you deserve it...
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
...two things for certain...
...i like her...and i'm just realizing it. i like her...and i don't even know her. i do...i really like her...and i don't even know if i'm supposed to. so i do what i do in most situations...i say fuck it. hell yeah, i like her...and why wouldn't i? she's good. i'd love to say great, but once again, i don't know her...
...even though she doesn't speak much, at least not to me, she's said so much. she makes me think...while i'm wide awake...about more than most could evision in their most spirited dreams...and my thoughts are usually not even about her. i think about losing my credit card on dover street...about how i should have told the waitress "peux j'avoir plus de citron presse"...about how water really works...she's made me talk...about how much better a deck of cards would be if there were two suits and four colors...about how, in actuality, i think everyone probably has the same favorite color...
...now, she has me writing...about her. about her slim frame...with areas not so slim. the smooth caramel skin, almost polished...the pitch-dark strands of silk she calls hair. her perfect lips...full and smooth, all at once...waiting...wanting...to call a name. and it doesn't have to be mine. as long as i can listen. as long as i can watch. her deep, dark eyes...obsidian...so void of this world and so full of truth. her style...its everything...from every runway and every magazine.
...there is only one problem. i don't know her...and i don't know if i'm supposed to. of course, i want to...would probably ask to...but it doesn't always work like that...so i'll wait. not on her. but on me. until i'm ready...until i'm able to give her the same feelings she gives me. maybe more.
...i can't say i want her...because i don't know her. sounds like a perfect excuse to get to know her, eh?
yes, it does...because she is...as far as i know...what i want.
...even though she doesn't speak much, at least not to me, she's said so much. she makes me think...while i'm wide awake...about more than most could evision in their most spirited dreams...and my thoughts are usually not even about her. i think about losing my credit card on dover street...about how i should have told the waitress "peux j'avoir plus de citron presse"...about how water really works...she's made me talk...about how much better a deck of cards would be if there were two suits and four colors...about how, in actuality, i think everyone probably has the same favorite color...
...now, she has me writing...about her. about her slim frame...with areas not so slim. the smooth caramel skin, almost polished...the pitch-dark strands of silk she calls hair. her perfect lips...full and smooth, all at once...waiting...wanting...to call a name. and it doesn't have to be mine. as long as i can listen. as long as i can watch. her deep, dark eyes...obsidian...so void of this world and so full of truth. her style...its everything...from every runway and every magazine.
...there is only one problem. i don't know her...and i don't know if i'm supposed to. of course, i want to...would probably ask to...but it doesn't always work like that...so i'll wait. not on her. but on me. until i'm ready...until i'm able to give her the same feelings she gives me. maybe more.
...i can't say i want her...because i don't know her. sounds like a perfect excuse to get to know her, eh?
yes, it does...because she is...as far as i know...what i want.
Monday, May 11, 2009
...i hate rap music...
...i hate rap music. i love it so much...probably more than most. yet i hate it so much more. it gives 19 year old men and women, who have such inspirational visions and an uncanny ability to relay those visions through words, be it articulately or not, the chance to LIVE. to do things that most kids from their situations/backgrouds shouldn't think is real. not when compared to what they see on a daily. they can relay what goes on in the lives of the majority of the minority...they can bring attention to all the problems that they face...whether those problems are solved or not is an entirely different subject. but it allows them to put it on the table. its a great way to teach. it does a number of things...it ispires...it informs...but lets hope its not instructing...
...at the end of the day...THEY play this. THEY flood the televisions, radios, and internet with it. THEY keep it in steady rotation. to keep a steady image in our brains...this is what it is...this is how its happening. this is what you're supposed to do. this is how you're supposed to act. i hope these aren't the instructions...i hope we aren't following them...
...at the end of the day...THEY play this. THEY flood the televisions, radios, and internet with it. THEY keep it in steady rotation. to keep a steady image in our brains...this is what it is...this is how its happening. this is what you're supposed to do. this is how you're supposed to act. i hope these aren't the instructions...i hope we aren't following them...
...identity doesn't exist...
...i talk a lot...but i think a lot more…
...as of late i've been a lot more vocal...on subjects that i've tended to shy away from in the past. not because i didn’t want to discuss them, or because i didn’t have an opinion…but because my take on these subjects were certain to evoke extreme emotion from others. others who i see as good people, albeit suffocated by a lack of self-expression, but nonetheless good people…i have learned to disregard these feelings...and say what i feel...
…it never ceases to amaze me…the way people are so void of their own thoughts these days…media is meant to inform…not instruct. being cool used to not be cool…now it is. everybody’s rockin bright colors and dope chains…everybody rocks wayfarers …knockoffs or not. high tops and fitted jeans. All the girlies claim to be “divas”…they are all irreplaceable. all singing “to the left, to the left”…
...i think its good to be me.
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