September 2011
Found this poem from last year, written on a sheet of notebook paper, under all the books on my desk.
I’ve been spending too much time chasing ghosts
Without looking out the window.
It’s getting to be far too late to clear my head.
I have too many things to tell you.
But even now I try to keep my feet in place.
The days grow cold for winter.
Your bitter heart would smile to see the damages
From wooden-hearted splinters.
The snakes can crawl down my throat tonight,
Reminds me of a nightmare.
My crooked heart loves to find you etched in stone
Because fabric won’t fight a tear.
I’ve had a problem with the birds before
But I’ve had to fight them.
If another vulture comes to circle me
I might use you to frighten.
I think you’ve always been a mirror
Buried too deep to notice.
Hang up your ears and unplug your eyes
So I can read your motives.
I’ll pretend that I never loved you
Open arms made accidently
If another comes by to fill my place
I hope you never find it easy.
August 2011
It's been a week, so I've had time to cool down.
idontcareifheavenwonttakemeback:
You would think that would make this easier to write considering I’ve had a whole seven days to get over the initial excitement about Symphony Soldier. We waited three years for August 23rd, 2011. It came and has since been gone, yet here I am still as excited as if listening to the album for the first time - though I’m already 130+ plays in. Everyone was posting these track-by-track reviews/thoughts about Symphony Soldier and I wanted to join in but felt I couldn’t. I was still too emotional about it. Guess some things won’t ever change. That’s what’s so great about Symphony Soldier. It will always be like you’re listening to it for the first time.
I don’t need to write a Symphony Soldier review now! Izzy put all of this into words perfectly.
“The Band? The Chem Boys are the nicest bunch of guys you could possibly meet … dedicated, inspired, modest, appreciative, considerate, and with all the crackling electricity of a touring unit just reaching a peak of perfection. That goes for the entire crew too … who all made me feel totally at home - even making triply sure that I knew where the pyro was going to go off, and where I needed to be to be safe. This band, in my opinion, is very talented. And they have the courage of their convictions. They have had, like us in the early days, more than their fair share of negativity hurled at them … but that goes with the territory … the territory of revealing yourself in your art. Gerard as a front man is magnificent, of course - his honesty and vulnerability - along with the right kind of instinct for being a hero - connects instantly with the audience, reminding me quite a bit of a certain other great front man I worked with for many years.”
—Brian May on My Chemical Romance (via vindicta)
La La
The Cab
La La | The Cab
“The sound shivers through the walls, through the table, through the window frame, and into my finger. These distraction-oholics. These focus-ophobics. Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing. He’s pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother’s holding your attention every moment you’re awake. He’s making sure you’re always distracted. He’s making sure you’re fully absorbed… and this being fed, it’s worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what’s in your mind. With everyone’s imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.”
—Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk
Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white;
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk;
Nor winks the gold fin the porphyry font,
The firefly wakens; waken thou with me.
Now droops the milk-white peacock like a ghost,
And like a ghost she glimmers onto me.
Now lies the earth all Danaë to the stars,
And all thy heart lies open to me.
Now slides the silent meteor on, and leaves
A shining furrow, as thy thoughts in me.
Now folds the lily all her sweetness up,
And slips into the bosom of the lake.
So fold thyself, my dearest, thou, and slip
Into my bosom, and be lost in me.
-Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Green eyes, care to show me what those hide?
What scars, what stories, what lurks behind.
Mind reading’s easy, I do it all the time.
Body reading even easier, I see how you respond to mine.
But your soul, your dirty, fragmented, charming soul
That remains a mystery no matter how long I stare.
Funny to think I just met you, and here I am
Watching the waves crash emerald and linger on me
Watching you tilt your head and see chestnut curtain obscure your face
Testing me, testing if I can take the absence of your eyes
I push your hair back, giving in, and you smile
You smile as I gaze into the deepest of greens.
Calling all North Carolinian Symphony Soldiers!
And everyone else, hah.
I just started up an unoffical NC branch of the Cab’s up and coming street team, so if you love the Cab and you live in North Carolina, you should go follow and reblog to help spread the word!
I really want to work on building up the Cab’s NC fan base!
Follow, reblog/retweet, and stay tuned…
Get in on this, Carolinians!
Just saw X-Men : First Class
I absolutely loved every minute of it.
It was amazing to see Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr as young men full of pain and hope…Michael Fassbender and James McAvoy were brilliantly cast. They were perfect. Seeing the young mutants, the first group, seeing the plot lines tie together (not so much for me, as I’m familiar with the comics, but definitely for my brother and dad.)
I also loved the parallels drawn between Erik’s treatment at the hands of the Nazi regime and the treatment of mutants at the hands of the humans. Also, this is nothing new, but it was so easy to draw parallels to the treatment of the LGBTQ community.
Plus, McAvoy and Fassbender had great chemistry.
It was one of my favourite superhero movies. It had a great story, awesome action sequences, and had a lot of heart.
(a letter)
I don’t look at you anymore,
afraid of finding your imperfections.
I am getting left behind, Maybe
I am afraid of finding myself,
look at these confessions.
In denial, a year is wasted,
memory free, self sabotage.
Good at hiding, I don’t
talk to you anymore but why
is that? I am too ignorant
to listen. But listen,
soon I’ll be on my feet
catching up. Sometimes
a person gets lost in
his ways, they say they want
to be better. They find other
ways to the American dream
or sometimes a person just stays
in a moment, locked away in
photo. I don’t know what
happened to me, I wish
I had the perfect words to
explain but I don’t.
I can only go on masking my
truths, I hope you find me
in this. But you’re ahead of me,
no need to look at this photo,
or backtrack to a place you left behind,
I can’t ask you to do that anymore.
