March 2012
She is right. I will say yes. I will say yes even though I do not really know what she is talking about.” —The Moviegoer by Walker Percy
Hi, and welcome. haha. You will now have a life full of internet shenanigans and get no work done ever.
So blogs… I would start by looking at who I follow although some people I follow because I know them and all that. My personal favourites are:
- runawaytrain
- officialiwrotethisforyou
- aseaofquotes
- anditslove
- clavicola
- loveyourchaos
- karishma
- youjustyou
- 472239364
- quote-book
- and everything else I have ever followed ever.
I think who I follow is on my page as well somewhere, but I don’t know. I’m looking out for more people so if you ever want to let me know I’ll have a look at anyone’s page.
hahaha. Fair enough. I think I need to see the vow for Channing Tatum. Hope everything is going a little better for you though.
Yeah. That’s me. Right now. And every other time I think about last night.
It’s Friday; I’m in love.
“…some people think the truth is the worst thing that can happen.
The truth is not the worst thing that can happen.”
-Tony Hoagland
I.
The first time your heart was torn from your chest,
You thought you were dying.
You knew you could not live with the empty space.
So you replaced your heart with metaphors
And set out to create a world where the metaphor was unbreakable.
Now look what you’ve done—
You can’t breathe so you write.
You can’t hurt so you drink rum and pour our pirate chanties.
You can’t want revenge so you leave.
II.
When I see you I have two thoughts:
You are the reason The Smith’s wrote songs,
And my god, you are beautiful.
You are so beautiful
Blinking stars go blind.
But I can see this is going to get ugly.
The metaphors don’t make you feel whole anymore.
You sell out your deepest insecurities for a handful of laughs.
This life has you wound so tight you make grandfather clocks look relaxed.
You hold your body like banks hold money—all locked up.
Your shoulders are glass rocks waiting for the next attack.
But you’ve got it all wrong.
You don’t survive history.
History survives you.
There is no breakthrough without breakdown.
III.
If you’re going to break, shatter.
No explanations.
No limp-legged dog excuses.
No messing with this bullet proof vest fury
So popular with the cops and the presidents.
You’ve got to break like Texas.
You’ve got to take the pain from the safety valve of your heart
And return it to your fists.
Fight your better judgment ‘till you’re sinister again,
‘till your body remembers what it already knows how to do—
bend back
and manifest grief.
Scream torches ‘till you embarrass the enlightened.
Please. No more polite conversations with your death wish.
Give it something useful to do.
Change your life.
Cause I can’t stand to see you like this.
So blue, my eyes turn green in your presence.
Listen—you are so beautiful,
Grass pushes through sidewalk cracks just to kiss your feet.
IV.
Maybe no one ever told you,
But the heart IS a metaphor.
Yours is growing so strong
You’ll have your rhythm back any day now—
Loving like rumours spread.
Dreaming like lunatic spacemen jump from their suits.
Living like you never forgot how.
The whole of today has felt like something really shit is about to happen and I’ve been really worried about it all day and nothing has happened which makes me wonder if I’m being paranoid but I still think something is going to happen and it’s nagging and giving me a headache.
And I still think he knows. He knows. Which, in laymans terms means: I’m fucked.
Bright Eyes - Coyote Song
Loving you is easy, I can do it in my sleep;
I dream of you so often it’s like you never leave