See, the thing is I write two poems for each that you will ever see, the first one that typically goes into my notepad, and then the polished and refined version. But the thing is, somewhere in the process I can make changes that I wouldn't normally make it, so sometimes I lose versions, and some get better, in time. I suppose. I want to venture ( Read more... )

I have been tired recently, and today my legs are weak from fencing a few days ago. Pushing myself hard. I ate sonic and walked and talked with a close friend, I almost dare to venture and say my only friend here. but not in the sense of pity or apathy, more along the sense of he is the only person I enjoy being around to an exceptional sense. I ( Read more... )

Been much too long, I suppose, but you know, there is a time and a place for everything. I guess I am just going to leave this short and post a poem... life has been spent mostly living and writing, as well as skating, all in flow with each other, and all great. Anyway, poetry and a picture ( Read more... )

I have been fooling around with love and poetry lately, mostly poetry, and mostly love. Seeing how I feel. I find myself being an emotional rollercoaster, each day bringing a new high and a new low, which is rather disorientating. The same with poetry. Its hard to look at my own poetry and see if its good, if its bad, what needs to be done with it ( Read more... )

I wrote a poem because I felt really sad, sitting in a train station alone. I sat there with large headphones, the best kind, covering my ears, and pouring chilled music into my soul that stirred tears in my eyes. I stumbled for a pen and hoped that I could capture something of this sorrow that sailed across my heart. Its like I wanted to savor the ( Read more... )

Today I landed a 540 shuv it. Its a skateboarind trick, board rotates 540 degrees under you as you jump and make it rotate. Then you land on it afterwards. It was great... I spent a good 45 minutes just trying this one trick... time after time coming so close. Pushing myself so hard. I got a mantra in my mind "Only my feet and the board exist". And ( Read more... )

I found freedom today, in skating. I have been plagued by a ton of head aches as of late, it almost drives me to the point of tears in frustaion, because skating is nearly impossible. But I found it... pills and god willing I found freedom. It was slow at first, but unfurled in all its beauty, and I found skating, and freedom, and wu-wei, and ( Read more... )

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I am listening to the cure alot as of late, A cure for something I suppose, but their name intrigues me. As does Bright Eyes, I suppose I feel like a little sad emo boy, seeking answers in things that are beyond answers, like music. It offers answers, surely, but only for the questions we don't really have, or have answered. That is why we listen ( Read more... )

Sometimes I feel empty for reasons I want to get into but don't want to. I feel useless and pointless and brilliantly lost in this life, and I don't know where to turn. Every where in myself seems black and all I try to do is help at times, yet I only find myself so lost. Yet, all I See is beauty everywhere, almost impartially it fills my sight. We ( Read more... )