Main Melody

The Trees

Sat, 30 Sep 2017 14:02:51 -0400

The earth, at last, is born anew, the trees again are green.

The life that hid from ice and death can once again be seen.

Be careful where you stick your nose, to save your sense of smell,

For spring has come, with poison breath, to vandalize your health.

The trees endure the summer heat that burns their wilting leaves.

The water that infects the ears has stained the air we breathe.

Like the stench of fluids, masked by chemicals and cheer,

The putrid bliss of ignorance is strong this time of year.

The trees, they shiver out of fear as Earth begins to shed.

The frosty breath of yesteryear, the season of the dead,

Fills the lungs of passersby with pumpkin spice and rot,

But under old Jack’s watchful eye, to worry you need not.

The naked trees, without their leaves, have nothing left to bear.

Commercial candy-coated greed chokes all who breathe the air.

Nostalgic scents of burning yule and magic glaze the earth,

As winter’s youthful innocence is eaten by the church.

As the trees go back to sleep, the world turns black and white.

They have no need for counting sheep before they say goodnight.

In need of rest, they make their nests in warm blankets of snow,

But come the time for them to rise, the trees are still out cold.

Places where reality is a bit altered:

Mon, 10 Apr 2017 21:29:59 -0400

cbulldog09:

you-deserve-a-rhink:

mariaschuyler:

atavanhalen:

you-wish-you-had-this-url:

coolpepcat:

genesisdoes:

ghostfiish:

reveille413:

tootsie-roll-frankenstein:

• any target
• churches in texas
• abandoned 7/11’s
• your bedroom at 5 am
• hospitals at midnight
• warehouses that smell like dust
• lighthouses with lights that don’t work anymore
• empty parking lots
• ponds and lakes in suburban neighborhoods
• rooftops in the early morning
• inside a dark cabinet

playgrounds at night

rest stops on highways

deep in the mountains

early in the morning wherever it’s just snowed

trails by the highway just out of earshot of traffic

schools during breaks

those little beaches right next to ferry docks

bowling alleys

unfamiliar mcdonalds on long roadtrips

your friends living room once everybody but you is asleep

laundromats at midnight

what the fuck

galeries in art museums that are empty except for you

the lighting section of home depot

stairwells

•hospital waiting rooms •airports from midnight to 7am • bathrooms in small concert venues

I just got the weirdest feeling I swear

OK LISTEN THERE ARE REASONS FOR THIS!!!

A lot of these places are called liminal spaces - which means they are throughways from one space to the next. Places like rest stops, stairwells, trains, parking lots, waiting rooms, airports feel weird when you’re in them because their existence is not about themselves, but the things before and after them. They have no definitive place outside of their relationship to the spaces you are coming from and going to. Reality feels altered here because we’re not really supposed to be in them for a long time for think about them as their own entities, and when we do they seem odd and out of place.

The other spaces feel weird because our brains are hard-wired for context - we like things to belong to a certain place and time and when we experience those things outside of the context our brains have developed for them, our brains are like NOPE SHIT THIS ISN’T RIGHT GET OUT ABORT ABORT. Schools not in session, empty museums, being awake when other people are asleep - all these things and spaces feel weird because our brain is like “I already have a context for this space and this is not it so it must be dangerous.” Our rational understanding can sometimes override that immediate “danger” impulse but we’re still left with a feeling of wariness and unease.

Listen I am very passionate about liminal spaces they are fascinating stuff or perhaps I am merely a nerd.

I, for one, appreciate your passion for liminal spaces and thank you for explaining it to the rest of us.

【Main Melody・Harmony】四季折の羽//Seasonal Feathers【Cover】

Sat, 25 Mar 2017 20:39:57 -0400

【Main Melody・Harmony】四季折の羽//Seasonal Feathers【Cover】

Skinny

Wed, 22 Feb 2017 01:53:44 -0500

Nothing tastes like skinny feels
Like vapid gum and orange peels
Blurred lines between wrong and real
Nothing tastes like skinny feels

Nothing tastes like skinny looks
Like sunken eyes and metal hooks
Underfed and undercooked
Nothing tastes like skinny looks

Nothing tastes like skinny tastes
Like rubber gloves and paper plates
Cotton swabs and purple paste
Nothing tastes like skinny tastes

Nothing tastes like skinny smells
Like dirty bowls and padded cells
Rainy days and tears that well
Nothing tastes like skinny smells

Nothing tastes like skinny sounds
Like grinding wheels and heartbeat pounds
Silence six feet underground
Nothing tastes like skinny sounds

Nothing tastes like skinny feels
For paper gowns don’t look ideal
On paper girls, who with each meal
Know nothing tastes like skinny feels

A girl, they said. A child, they drawled.The world, it seems, since I could crawlThought I was much...

Wed, 08 Feb 2017 23:51:36 -0500

A girl, they said. A child, they drawled.
The world, it seems, since I could crawl
Thought I was much too young, too small
To understand the world.

Anyone who's reading this...

Tue, 24 Jan 2017 10:01:19 -0500

cheesestarfish:

Anyone who is reading this, I just want you to know things will get better in the future and that everything is gonna okay.

“everything is gonna okay”

Storytime

Mon, 23 Jan 2017 17:29:42 -0500

One time in middle school two of my friends were trying to grab a poem I had written and they started arguing over who saw it so while they were bickering I stuck it down my shirt and a few minutes later the substitute teacher called me up to hand me a paper and he looked me up and down and said “I’ve only every seen women put money in there” and I’ve never felt more uncomfortable

My brother bit a freshly baked cookie and tHREW IT IN THE TRASH WHAT KIND OF MONSTER DOES THAT

Wed, 23 Nov 2016 18:57:57 -0500

My brother bit a freshly baked cookie and tHREW IT IN THE TRASH WHAT KIND OF MONSTER DOES THAT

“so what are your plans for the future?”

Mon, 14 Nov 2016 20:24:37 -0500

charliethemoore:

Me: places PC on top of Mac

Wed, 02 Nov 2016 19:12:11 -0400

Me: *places PC on top of Mac*
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me: this has to be some sort of blasphemy

Photo

Mon, 15 Aug 2016 14:14:09 -0400

I am nothing

Mon, 01 Aug 2016 03:17:50 -0400

Live by the second, one, two, three
Let’s try to live in harmony
Let’s try to feel and be the things we can’t
And will never be

I am nothing

I’ve found that with each passing year
My feelings don’t get any clearer
In fact they’ve faded, they’re all but gone
But why?

I am nothing

Instead of tremors, it’s just one tear
Instead of nightmares, it’s just one fear
I shouldn’t want all these negative emotions
But they were all I had
And now they’re gone

I am nothing

I’m just a speck that’s in the way
Of the magnificent display
That everyone but me can appreciate
Because I do not deserve to

I am nothing

I wish that I could shrink inside
My selfish self so I could hide
Stay out of sight and out of mind
And out of the way because

I am nothing

I spend my days encouraging friends
Assuring them it’s not the end
That I’m someone that they can depend on
But me?

I am nothing

Live by the second, four, five, six
I wish that I could feel the sticks
And stones and words and pain that are thrown at me
And understand the hate behind them

But I am nothing

Swimming Pool

Fri, 29 Jul 2016 00:40:04 -0400

“Mommy! Mommy!
Help! I’m right here, can’t you see me?
He’s holding me down
And I…can’t…brea…"

My vision tinted with chlorine,
I didn’t know what I was seeing,
But I knew Mommy was there, inches away.
Why didn’t she try to save her baby?

Bubbles, bubbles in the pool,
Like drowning in a goldfish bowl.
Glub, glub, glub the bubbles fell out
As my little brother dragged me down.

My sister finally took my hand
And pulled me back onto dry land,
And Mommy was there, so focused on browning
She didn’t notice or care that her child was drowning.

I decided then and there
That my mommy would never care,
But if I couldn’t save myself
At least Daddy would be there to help.

“Daddy! Daddy! I can’t sleep!
The demons keep screaming at me!”
Daddy just went back to bed
And left me alone with the dead.

I laid there crying in my room
And watched all of the shadows move.
They cut my skin, they pulled my hair,
But my daddy wasn’t there.

Because to Daddy I’m just a machine,
A robot, not a human being,
But his princess cannot tick,
Because broken minds cannot be fixed.

“Mommy! Daddy! Please don’t go!
You hate me, but I love you so!
All I wanted was your love,
But now you’re angels high above."

They gained the freedom they never gave me,
The angels that never tried to save me
From the demons wrapped around my mind
That made Mommy and Daddy so blind.

Mommy’s angel, Daddy’s bird,
She had a voice that no one heard.
There was a halo above her head,
Because Daddy’s little bird was dead.

Yes, I think I died that day,
When Mommy didn’t try to save me.
I’ll sing the song I never sang
When Mommy and Daddy love me.

Mommy, Daddy, I’m waiting at the bottom of the swimming pool.

There’s no such thing as a creative flow. You get creatively constipated and then it just kind...

Fri, 29 Jul 2016 00:22:57 -0400

There’s no such thing as a creative flow. You get creatively constipated and then it just kind of goes everywhere.

Desire

Fri, 29 Jul 2016 00:02:56 -0400

I reach for something I can’t see,
I need to hold and yearn to keep.
Desire that lurks deep within me
Is all that haunts me in my sleep.
The problem is, it isn’t real.
These aren’t things I could see or feel,
But desire knows the way to steal
A heart, and how to make a deal.
No longer sealed within my dreams,
Forgotten tears and whispered screams
Desire escapes from within me
And shreds any chance to redeem
My reputation, damaged pride,
Emotions that I hid inside.
Everyone who I was allied
With suddenly could not abide
By my frenzied rants and tangents, or
Exactly what I was searching for.
This idea that consumed my core
Wasn’t there for me anymore.

wineinanopenwound: the thing about homeschooling is if you start at 8:00 you either finish your...

Thu, 28 Jul 2016 23:27:24 -0400

wineinanopenwound:

the thing about homeschooling is if you start at 8:00 you either finish your work at 10:30 or 5:30 depending on how the day goes

Haiku #8

Thu, 28 Jul 2016 12:10:30 -0400

Few roots run deep as
The secrets in me, but both
Are invisible

Haiku #7

Thu, 28 Jul 2016 12:08:00 -0400

Why are butterflies
Spared when beetles are crushed by
Our unyielding feet

Haiku #6

Thu, 28 Jul 2016 12:06:17 -0400

Larger branches break
When wind treads upon them but
Small twigs do not snap

Haiku #5

Thu, 28 Jul 2016 12:00:45 -0400

Flowers only bloom
When they bask in the sunlight
And feel they are loved