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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jul 27, 2005 2:45:50 GMT -5
through dark dreams i seep. reality finds its way between the cracks that we could never see, hidden in the obvious.
why do i paint, filling the cracks between pannels when i know that a month from now ill see them fresh, burst through expensive paint?
f*ck society and f*ck you. all i want to write tonight is f*ck this. and f*ck that.
nature creeps her way through clogged pores. feel me. find me and heal me. im lost, tangled in a maze, lost in a haelstrome, forever blinded.. searching for the right path.
f*ck beer. all i need is nature and those i care for. cain. jared. i dont know which name to put first. but look.. apparently(a word said too often in only my writing) i already made my decision. california comes too soon. physicalities(is that a word? in truth, i believe it is.) will boil down. relationships will waver?(i hope not.) bonds will strengthen. spelling will falter? i hope. drag me to your deserted mountains.. i crave change. fill me with new life.
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Post by MirrorImage || egamIrorriM on Jul 27, 2005 16:30:13 GMT -5
ooh, you were.....drunk when you wrote this?
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jul 29, 2005 12:25:49 GMT -5
yes i was.
anything constructive to say..?
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Post by Hyde on Jul 30, 2005 4:41:28 GMT -5
Fills me with so much emotion and thought, I really don't know what to say.
Jared Hyde
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jul 30, 2005 5:34:03 GMT -5
what kind of emotion.. what thoughts? i want to know......
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Post by Hyde on Aug 1, 2005 17:24:25 GMT -5
The best way to describe how this made me feel can never really be put down and have everything I want it to. I'm gonna try anyway. This poem made me feel helpless. I could feel your frustration and wish I could help but still know in the back of my head nothing could change the way you feel. I am left thinking of this harsh place I call reality and it doesn't seem to make me feel better.
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Aug 2, 2005 14:56:01 GMT -5
ups and downs.. thats all that life is. there is a balance, it just takes a while to level out. i was in one of the (now) rare bad moods when i started writing this piece, but as i started thinking about the people i care for, things changed.. i dont know if the end of the poem feels hopeful for anyone else, but it certainly does for me. i guess a bit of the wording could be changed. "drag" is probably not the right word, especially since im more than willing to visit utah.
yeah, now that i look back on the poem the ending feels too vague.. can be taken more than one way.
thanks for explaining jared.. i wanted to get into that beautiful mind of yours.
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Post by misty on Aug 5, 2005 9:55:47 GMT -5
the ending was masterly. Your poems are remarkable, distinguished and utterly captivating with profound insight. Outstanding. journey you took me on...I am still pondering thoughts but I wanted you to know that I throughly enjoyed this....
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Post by Aish on Aug 12, 2005 11:40:11 GMT -5
[why do i paint, filling the cracks between pannels when i know that a month from now ill see them fresh, burst through expensive paint?
f*ck society and f*ck you. all i want to write tonight is f*ck this. and f*ck that.
nature creeps her way through clogged pores. feel me.] *jaw hits knees* Frustration comes through loud and clear here, Leash. I love your use of images (and expletives). It just hit home from where I sit inside myself these days and stare - wondering when inertia will finally break iinside and I'll be free to scream and ache outloud again. And here -
[drag me to your deserted mountains.. i crave change. fill me with new life.] change mountains to ocean and you have my entire last year, in a nutshell. Your grande gestures of old falling away, I can see the layers, the synapses firing, words tumbling and rolling for the culmination...excellent.
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Aug 12, 2005 13:29:06 GMT -5
thank you so much, chrys. its been a while since i wrote a piece with so much emotion and meaning behind it. happy you enjoyed.
i have a question..
when i say "deserted mountains" do you guys think of deserted as in empty or as in dry, hot desert? .. or both?
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Post by Yossarian on Aug 21, 2005 18:52:45 GMT -5
chrys pretty much covered everything I had to say...this was great, leash, one of my favorite pieces that I have seen from you in a long time...I miss you, you're hardly on anymore!
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Post by ImpendingDoom on Oct 5, 2005 20:06:51 GMT -5
alls i can say is i can definatly relate to the urges for change
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Post by shamefulsean on Oct 8, 2005 3:56:11 GMT -5
hmm...i see alot of un-recognized but always persistent and inevitable human drama...and the want for change///o i understand your hunger///i like how well the piece wrote out for you being drunk...i could never write anything drunk... **much respect**
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