Stephanie
The thought pervades
and we've said our words
but maybe we were just speaking
from our hate
From our tired eyes and
those worn lines on our faces
Never your fault,
no, nor never mine
But everyone else would have it
Stephanie
I have a new theory
that those lines we sat on
for support
as we kissed and spoke,
hugged and cried
Twisted beneath,
as we above
Until the enamel wore away.
And now I'm falling,
the thought pervades
Stephanie
I'll go my own way,
and you yours -
Back into that world distracted
of cherry lips and such a
sweet, sweet voice
And I into my own
little flavors of oddness
to huddle
and heal
Until I can be sure that what I say
is what I feel
unfettered by clouds
of pain, regret, loss
And -
Stephanie -
I'll look at your face again
But until then,
the thought pervades
Hello, my name is decadence
the rupture and the fall
I am the fault lines of a mind
too belabored under the contradictions
of life.
I am the poison to structure -
the bane of diet
The spoiled fruit,
rotting on your kitchen table
Most important - I am the dripping
mortar between the bricks.
Hello, my name is beauty
and I am without definition
But we all look the same de-robed
and whether we wake,
and choose white garment
or red;
halo or wicked horn
Our trials are lost
in depth
Day by day,
for the choice rests on nothing
but our humors that moment
And each and every risen sun,
casts the cloth a different tone
I nod and fall; accede to the well
the heat of a gentle sussuration
Because I fall to the embrace of cold sheets
does not mean that I'll be here in the morning
While walking to the convenience store
I spied the loveliest creature
Her scarlet cheek, that blushing peak
and I knew I had to reach her
Stunned I was, for a moment in time
that seemed so long to pass
But when the mist my mind dismissed
I chased my crimson lass
Into the crowd we fled awry
and both we became unknown
The sun a-glare off her golden hair
chased, my fancy sown
It seemed to me she sung a tune
that drifted on the air
Telling tales of slipping pales;
lighting my lady fair
And yet –
When she turned to see me there
a-standing starry-eyed
Not a shade of bliss betrayed –
her heart would not abide
Laughter rang throughout the crowd
It stung and buzzed my ears:
“Never such a man could touch
even this woman’s tears!”
So fled I did, I ran away
away from all their hate
To my room for solace bloom
but languish would not sate
I paced and paced before the screen
until an advert flashed
Selling model in a bottle
for a single paycheck cashed
And so it came
I rubbed the creams into my face
I ground and mashed it in
So as I cried, my spirit died
let the beauty begin!
I slept a night to take effect
awoke a red-wash dawn
With vigor I flew to streets anew
a life of reticence gone
Around and about, faces the same
identical masks of joy
They sucked me in and chewed me thin
no longer the same old boy
But as all things have got to dim
regardless of their shine
For the clearer, I spun the mirror
looked at this face of mine –
It sloughed away
My skin, it ripped like shards of grain
to pool up at my feet
I gazed underneath my human sheath
beauty - my defeat
A lizard stared into my eyes
and me into my own
My throat struck dry, I turned and I
saw that I wasn’t alone
A sea of writhing emerald scales
pampering in the sun
And of them all, my lady droll –
the single ugliest one
This horror almost snatched me up
but for my fancy far
To dispel the dread I shook my head
and bought my Snickers bar
I've sat on my ass all day long, on my computer, and I've gotten very little writing done. I can't seem to get in the right frame of mind around here.
But, on that front, I did launch my new LJ blog: http://blipreality.livejournal.com/. It'll be for my writing, with more information on it on the blog itself.
not much else to say, except that Stephanie is the awesome. I wish that we lived ina perfect world. We'd live together, her and I, and be able to make decisions about our lives like real people. No sneaking, familial, societal obligation fanwankery. It sucks. But I think that the time I DO get to spend around her more than makes up for our lack of freedom. Easily. Mmmm.... love....
Time to read more Silmarillion. Or watch Lost. I don't know.
To give her so much of myself: so much love, so much time, so much... everything, and then have her falter at the thought of dating somebody else, at the thought of dating anybody else?
I feel as though something that I thought was stable is now actually awaying and shaking beneath my feet, and it's not my pillar that's failing. I feel hurt, and I don't want to see her for a while.
So, first topic in the news of Zack's life: Stephanie is back! I still haven't talked to her, but just knowing that she's back in town makes me incredibly happy again.
In other news, since she's left, my natural energy cycles have reverted back to their primal state, and have gotten much more potent. I have no idea why this should be, but this past week I've been crystal-clear awake at night, and so tired that I would happily kill old ladies to get to my bed during the afternoon. And it doesn't matter when I wake up, either. And if I force myself to stay awake through the sleepy times, I'll still be super awake at night. And will inevitably stay up all that night, until the next afternoon, during which I will be super tired. It's kind of fucked up.
And, apparently, I was an owl since day one. My mom says that for the first year of my life I would never sleep at night, but always wanted to fall asleep during the day.
Speaking of my mom: I went with her to the family gathering thing yesterday, which was sort of fun. I saw a bunch of people I haven't seen in an unspeakable number of years, and had the opportunity to be socially awkward around them once more. But I did learn one thing: apparently, my family is chalk full of failed writers.
I heard about seven of their stories about it, and it's kind of depressing. I think our family is cursed to fail at writing, but be really good at it.
But whatever. They all failed because, ultimately, they gave up. And I'm not going to. I'll live in a fucking box, if I have to. I'm not turning into them.
Missmissmissmissmissmissmissmissmiss. To the hundredth degree. I feel sort of lost, like I'm never one hundred percent certain of what I should do at any given time. =(
Went to Panera again, and got the first chapter all written out. And I'm proud of myself.
Colby's going on vacation for a week, and I need to figure out a place to stay. Probably my mom's. I could go with him, but then I wouldn't see Stephanie for another week after this one, and that is unacceptable.
Arthur is hounding me a lot about DnD.
And that is all I have to say. My brain is working in odd clips and jolts this morning. I need some sleep.
So, today was much more productive than the last. I headed out to Panera as soon as they were open, and bought myself a chicken noodle soup in a breadbowl thing (which was friggin' delicious) and a pop, and sat there for about six hours reading and working on my newest writing piece. I finished up the notes, finally, and now I just have to write the damn thing. I've given myself a quota of one chapter to finish every day, but we'll see how that goes, eh?
Then, I walked towards the river to give myself some dedicated reading time, and got consumed by a travelling circus / performing arts group. There were so many of them! Some of them had costumes on, and others didn't. A lot of them had instruments. Some were yelling out parts of plays. Almost all of them were making some sort of loud noise. As I was walking along, it just so happened that they were moving in the same direction, and I ended up in the center of their, looking around at a sea of faces of faces that I didn't recognize - nobody seemed to mind.
Eventually, I broke off from them and went to grab a park bench, and they camped out on the grass not far away and started practicing some sort of play or something. It souned pretty interesting, and part of me wanted to head over and see what it was all about, but another part of me just wanted to sit there and read my book for a while, and so that's what I did.
When I got home, I realized that my mom had texted me, and wants me to go to a huge family get-together on Saturday. And Stephanie is invited. Poopie. I really want to go with her, because all of my uncles that live far out of state will be there, but methinks that will be impossible with her... you know... being gone, and all. Which is poopie. But I'll live. =)
It was a short day, all in all, seeing as how my sleeping schedule is still fucked up the booty. but a good one. Talk at ya tomorrow, LJ.