Californication used to make me want to blog. It always sort of spoke to me.. to the literary side of me I guess.. But lately it doesn't do it for me anymore. I don't like that...
It worries me about maybe losing this already underdeveloped side of me. Because, believe it or not, I enjoy writing. I can't really explain why, but there is just something about the weaving of words that feels good.. I miss it occasionally even. Even when I'm not in the mood for it, I sometimes wish I were.
Still it might be the show, it's missing something at the moment. I don't know exactly what, but it was more interesting earlier. Maybe Moody is not moody enough anymore, that might be it. Maybe he is lacking the alluring quality of screwing up his life at the moment. I really wish he would write something, I really think that would liven up it a bit.. Bring a little more depth, maybe..
Anyway, it could still be me.. I changed.. But still, I would like to keep a sliver of my joy in writing. I think I might start thinking about a story again..
Good night!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
New Poem
Blog..
Here I am, again.
It's a bit dusty.
Haven't been here for a while.
Spider rags on the wall...
Slightly crooked, the dust is falling of the words.
Lines have lost their meaning, just a bit.
The bearing is lost, the direction has missed its point.
Page corners are curling, the book is veil, the rickety desk is failing..
Life has gone by, time has seeped through the cracks, happiness has filled the holes.
Love has slowly but surely filled up to the edge of the void and is now merrily trickling down the edges.
The feeling of freedom of rest and of the warm sun are shining through the blinds of eye lashes and blue eyes are staring at mine..
The beauty of the world rests her head on my breast and sleeps restlessly and I love her all the more..
Taking flight in the sky's pool of empty glad moonlight, sliver strings singing, their song and the birds are there too..
Here it is, the glimps of this, the inkling of why, the question of what and the puzzle of how.
Nice!
Until next time dear friends...
Here I am, again.
It's a bit dusty.
Haven't been here for a while.
Spider rags on the wall...
Slightly crooked, the dust is falling of the words.
Lines have lost their meaning, just a bit.
The bearing is lost, the direction has missed its point.
Page corners are curling, the book is veil, the rickety desk is failing..
Life has gone by, time has seeped through the cracks, happiness has filled the holes.
Love has slowly but surely filled up to the edge of the void and is now merrily trickling down the edges.
The feeling of freedom of rest and of the warm sun are shining through the blinds of eye lashes and blue eyes are staring at mine..
The beauty of the world rests her head on my breast and sleeps restlessly and I love her all the more..
Taking flight in the sky's pool of empty glad moonlight, sliver strings singing, their song and the birds are there too..
Here it is, the glimps of this, the inkling of why, the question of what and the puzzle of how.
Nice!
Until next time dear friends...
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