Monday, December 17, 2012
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Thursday, October 11, 2012
People. Love. You.
People loved you in the way they knew how—and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.
- Adrien English
- Adrien English
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Boring Life
I longed for the comfort and safety of home, my quiet shop, my ordinary boring life where my biggest problem was if I was ever going to find someone to share my ordinary boring life.
-Adrien English
-Adrien English
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
A Proper Subject for Serious Study
Loud Music
Stephen Dobyns
My stepdaughter and I circle round and round.You see, I like the music loud, the speakers
throbbing, jam-packing the room with sound whether
Bach or rock and roll, the volume cranked up so
each bass notes is like a hand smacking the gut.
But my stepdaughter disagrees. She is four
and likes the music decorous, pitched below
her own voice-that tenuous projection of self.
With music blasting, she feels she disappears,
is lost within the blare, which in fact I like.
But at four what she wants is self-location
and uses her voice as a porpoise uses
its sonar: to find herself in all this space.
If she had a sort of box with a peephole
and looked inside, what she'd like to see would be
herself standing there in her red pants, jacket,
yellow plastic lunch box: a proper subject
for serious study. But me, if I raised
the same box to my eye, I would wish to find
the ocean on one of those days when wind
and thick cloud make the water gray and restless
as if some creature brooded underneath,
a rocky coast with a road along the shore
where someone like me was walking and has gone.
Loud music does this, it wipes out the ego,
leaving turbulent water and winding road,
a landscape stripped of people and language-
how clear the air becomes, how sharp the colors.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Death of a Dream
Grief was a miserable emotion. A friend once told me the hurt that came with the end of a relationship was painful because it was the death of a dream—the future you’d imagined with a lover, a loved one, a child, or a friend. That loss was its own painful, nearly tangible thing. You had to reimagine your future, perhaps in a different place, with different people, doing different things than you might have first imagined.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Expectations
Higher expectations
also mean
Higher chance of being disappointed.
And I hate that feeling.
also mean
Higher chance of being disappointed.
And I hate that feeling.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Roulette
"But a time came when you did make a decision," he said.
"There's only red or black."
"Red or black?"
"Like in roulette. One is no more right or wrong than the other. You can think as long as you like about which color's more likely to win, but it doesn't help you. You think it over, back and forth, but in the end you don't have any influence over it."
...
"It's just the way it is. You can't evaluate it."
-Arcadia Awakens
"There's only red or black."
"Red or black?"
"Like in roulette. One is no more right or wrong than the other. You can think as long as you like about which color's more likely to win, but it doesn't help you. You think it over, back and forth, but in the end you don't have any influence over it."
...
"It's just the way it is. You can't evaluate it."
-Arcadia Awakens
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Need
I hate to admit it, but...
I always end up needing others...
more than they need me...
Like a one-sided love...
it's such a lonely feeling...
I always end up needing others...
more than they need me...
Like a one-sided love...
it's such a lonely feeling...
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Lotus
Someone once told me that I was like a lotus.
But I feel more like the mud beneath, constantly swept about by the water.
But I feel more like the mud beneath, constantly swept about by the water.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Insecure
Insecure... insecure... since when has it been so? When was it that the nightmare crept upon me again? Or has it never gone away, only I was too good at pretending, at denying myself? Insecure... I fear such a feeling as it drags me below the depths... I fear the lack of air and the darkness that makes me blind to the light, the weight that pulls me down and takes control over my limbs... So scary, my insecurities...
Monday, January 9, 2012
Rid
How do you get rid of jealousy?
How do you get rid of the dirty things in your mind, your heart, your soul,
Eating away at you, inside out.
How do you get rid of it?
Please, I want to know.
How do you get rid of the dirty things in your mind, your heart, your soul,
Eating away at you, inside out.
How do you get rid of it?
Please, I want to know.
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