Monthly Archives: May 2014

Bored Egg #3

Bored? Check out this short animated film! It’s still one of my all time favorites; a bittersweet tale about a girl and her dragon. It’s pretty good in German too.

Extra bored? Here’s where you can find another short animated film with a science-fiction spin. It’s a little more technical than “Sintel”, but it’s just as good.


“Sealed With a Kiss” Sounds So Trite

I want to be quiet now.
I’ve wanted to be quiet for a long time.
But I’m afraid
That being quiet now would be
A long hesitation
A hiccup
And the sounds and the scratches
And the tuneless whispers
And the painting and the anger
Will all come rushing out
At the first second it can
And drown
The both of us.

I want so to be quiet.
But the only time the peace visits me these days
Are in those moments
When he begs me to listen
Without saying so.
His eyes plead, his mouth draws a line.
And my mind
My throat is not dry.
My eyes roam his face.
A thousand words choke
Like cobwebs in my mouth
But when he leans in to kiss me
He blows them away.

Drunken Notes – Notes Made While Drunk

Whenever I have an idea or a resounding sentence pop into my head while in a not-so-sober state, I write it down for my clear-headed self to act upon later. For the most part, as is to be expected, these affirmations and thoughts are unusable or too specific to be utilized in poetry or writing.

But I can’t bring myself to throw them away, because while in my state of semi-lucidity, I am without the abstract bounds of social expectations and so what comes out is unhindered by dogma or fear of negative reaction. It is raw. Sometimes the thoughts written down are reprehensible. Sometimes they are noble. And sometimes they are absolutely ridiculous. They are flawed and contradictory. They’re human.

I need some music to make me feel alive again.

I am THIS close to making us characters in one of my stories just so we can be together!

My life has become significantly easier to deal with.

People say the greatest fear is dying alone, but I don’t care anymore because that I don’t know.

I meant the world? Did you mean those words?

I don’t know how I’ve survived this long being as bad at simple math as I am.

My glass is sweating.

I can’t believe that taking a hardcore dumb is not considered an ab workout. I want to form a board. This needs to be addressed.

Looked at the empty bottle of Bailey’s and could only feel angry at the bottle for being so damn empty.

My getting away with being such a useless sack of shit at work is unacceptable.

I need another beer. Then everything would be clear. I would feel like you were near. [Couldn’t think of anything else that rhymed with near, so] I need another beer.

Making out: fencing for your tongue.

Just realized Sam Worthington looks very similar to my boy friend. Sam is so damn lucky.

Saying, “I love you,” sounds really drunk even when you’re drunk.

I still have hope for humanity. We’re like evolution’s underdog story. “Fuck up, then nut-up.” Full circle, baby. It’s gonna happen.

I wish cheese wasn’t so cheesy sometimes.

I don’t like green eggs or green ham.

I wish I could get over the death of Princess Diana. I wasn’t even born yet when it all went down and I still miss her.

I’m a great catch, minus all the bad stuff that makes me wholly unattractive.

I wish I didn’t like MREs so much.

I haven’t taken credit for half of the brilliant things I have written.