Found things I thought decent enough for my blog.

its not much, but it's stuff I really like that I've written.

splinter
There is a room, on 415 South Fourth Street, that used to be. It was born in spring and raised in winter. It remembers much – remembers silver mornings and foggy twilight, hot chocolate and the wind, the wind, the wind. It recalls warm nights filled with the scent of alcohol and plates of cake, with video game music and shoes scattered around the floor. It is scarred with the clumsy fingers of a child.

I see you now, a boy, a young man, a son, a brother, a friend, a lover. The ghost of you turns to me and sighs. "My hands have been shaking lately, and I noticed my teeth chattering once. It's not cold either. I'm a weird guy."

My memory keeps me company on nights that border centuries.

teeth
And what, I wonder, is the process of hating someone?

The bathroom ballooned – it billowed and sat forward, it clenched – it resisted. It made a fist of steam and shook the mirrors. FALL ON YOUR KNEES.

I looked at my reflection, murmuring in muted colours, softly now. To whip the glass lucid, to watch the droplets crinkle the dryness like leprosy, like bluebell scales, the haunted fish of the unknown Sea. You are apt to stand in that peculiar manner.

And you turn comedy into tragedy, you imagine yourself a war-hero.

"I cannot see the future anymore," he whimpers, a child with an old soul, a child with an old soul.
"Leave. Me. The. Fuck. Alone," she whispers, a child with an old soul, a child with an old soul.

nocturne in f flat major op.9, no.2
Life is made up of details: the way light and shadow divide delicate leaf-lines, the way a patchwork fence stands proudly, the way a note dips, plucked by your fingers. You are a life, and you are made up of details: pores soaked in memory, bones carved by the air of the places you've travelled, and your eyes. Your broken, broken eyes.

Heart beating so slowly, I say, "One day, you'll forget me. Or worse – the memory of me will become common."

It is like the way your chest burns when you have forgotten the frail soul of a dream. If eternity exists, then it is here, in the loss, the loss, the inevitable loss.

And if there is permanence in never, is that not a kind of forever?

cotton
Lazy voice, old wood with the fragrance of a cosy bar, the rippling shades of blue on the Mediterranean, the wine between familiar fingers on a lost summer day. Vienna streets haunted by the bluegrass south, harmonicas and pianos dancing beside laughing guitar strings and old leather. Sistine ceilings speaking solemnly of bright red, pickup trucks, fields of wheat, gold.

And I
Ache in an untouched unfound twisted
Slipper in the dirt kind of way.

And – and there was a blanket of cobblestones upon the railroad track
That turned into lines, lines of tan and chocolate and almond,
That rose and fell like waves,
Like a soothing flow of sun-swept sea.

Snow!

Yes indeed good sirs and madams, it has SNOWED on the beach :D
I've never been more happy to be honest. I've really cleaned up my life. I'm in lovely moods pretty much constantly. Then, the snow, last night, pretty much made my year. I'm hoping it'll snow on my birthday, in a week. That would be amazing. Snowy mornings are amazing, watching the sun rise. But, when I went to take pictures this morning, my cameras batteries died :/ Bit of a downer, but its all good. It looks quite like it's going to snow more.
My birthday wish list:

• SoftLips Cherry Chapstick
• A new binder for math
• Some new shampoos and such
• Maybe some random little things

I'm honestly not asking for much, I don't think.

It all adds up to about 20 dollars.
I also want to get my nose and ear cartilage pierced, but thats a for sure, and I'll do that whenever. Doesn't have to be on my birthday.
Just a few negatives about my birthday:

1. What if it RAINS!?
2. It's on a Monday
3. It's the beginning of the 2nd semester [which could be good cuz I'll start off with all As]

That's all for now. I know my posts have generally been rolling on the floor in agony from being so boring, but at least I'm posting?

January 22, 2008

Well. Updates, Updates, Updates. Things have generally sucked in many aspects of my life. My boyfriend has a thing for someone else, and won't tell me, he chooses to ignore me. I dunno who really I hang out with anymore. My family..well..:/ lets just say, its a hard time right now. Me, Emotionally, I'm generally depressed. or upset. Sometimes I'm happy. No worries though, I'll get over it!

In Other News:

• Heath Ledger DIED! D: This is actually REALLY REALLY upsetting for me. He was amazing, and it's sad that drugs had to steal him away from us.
• My birthday is coming up, February 4^th. It'll be a nice day I'm hoping
• My kittens name is fluctuating. I'm horrid at naming pets anyways.
• I am continuing to grow paler every day.

Not really alot going on. Hopefully things will brighten up

Well. Just another Update.

I'm quite possibly the MOST boring person on this planet. I leech off other peoples hobbies, thinking "OH, maybe I'll take up knitting".
What I'm trying to say, is nothing really new in my life. Fluctuating teenage emotional roller coaster. I am, quite possible, the worst girlfriend you might EVER have. I won't go into detail, but I just feel like such right now thanks. My brother removed my starwars battlefront game off my PSP, which is really upsetting, because now what am I supposed to do, to put on my favorite movie, Pride and prejudice. By the way, that does the book a very good justice. It's amazing really. I suggest watching it.
Lately, I've decided that with my posts, I'll find a blog of a favorite, relative, friend, or acquaintance, and add it. So, today's is BenLoka. He is a well known YouTube Blogger, and I recently found his BlogSpot. So, check him out, watch his videos, and such.
I haven't been really inspired to do any edits, but poems have been stirring up randomly. I'll post some sometime. I feel a bit self-conscious about them though. because my poems are quite like word-vomit, meaning, I might have divulged secrets, of my own, that should have been.
That's all I can think of at the moment, so enjoy Ben's Vids, and watch Pride and Prejudice :]

Just a quick update, along with some rambling.

Well. Nothing amazingly new these past couple of days. My hair might have grown. If it has, not noticeably. Had both my friend Emma and my grandmother at my house last night. It was enjoyable. We went to see Juno, which I must say, the sound track is spectacularly adorable. I quite enjoyed the movie.
On another note, I recently discovered my uncle has a blog. And I'd like to note him here. He's an extremely intelligent man, one I look up to. Him and my father and their brother went through a lot, and came forth into the world as strong, intelligent and street smart men. Strong, in a way more then physical. Without the fear to cry, show emotion. My uncle is an amazing writer, and inspiration to me. He, and my cousin Matt, probably help me, by inspiring my creative outlet. Matt is an amazing photographer and artist.
Anyway. Here is my uncles blog: http://dennisfreire.blogspot.com/

Check it out, definitely.

continuing,
I haven't been writing much lately, and it's a bit upsetting. I just haven't been inspired by bits of songs or pictures or movies. The world is dulling, and it's growing quite boring to me. I need to seek out things, small or large, to inspire my mind. I think I'm loosing sight of the small wonders on this planet as I grow up and I think that is what happens to many adults as they wade through the trials of the river of adolescence. And thats why so many adults these days stuffer from depression or anxiety, because they take everything in their life onto their shoulders, even when it's not theirs to bear. A child knows innocence, and I think many can reclaim at least the idea of it.
People need to release their stress, yet they give the excuse of "I can't". The most blatant and horrible lie in history. Because you can. You just has to learn, and isn't life one big lesson? Allow those in your life to teach you, sometimes at least, instead of thinking you have to do it all on your own. That's why people have other people.

That's all for now. I'm just trying to learn to release my stress and angst in a healthy and wise fashion.
Good evening, sirs and madams.

-V

Scott Blake, GeorgeArt, and a mind blowing expirience

So, two things, this is my last blog for today, just so you all know.
Wonderful friend and musician http://georgeart.blogspot.com/

He also gave me the spectacular opportunity of talking with famous bar-code artist Scott Blake
Who was, on a note, very happy to hear from supportive fans.
Defo check out his art. He's amazing. Support him, make him feel appreciated. It's all true artists want in the end.
Some of his art:

Marylin Monroe

Andy Warhol


Check him out asap, sign up for free postcards etc.

Peace

-V

Open your eyes

To all of you out there, who have ever 'judged a book by its cover, then this is for you. Maybe it'll knock some two cents into you. If it fails to do so, then that's two bad for you, I tried to make people open their eyes to see what's going on in the world today.

I've started to realized, that day by day, just how rude people can be. Whether your gay, straight, bisexual, lesbian, pansexual, Buddhist, Sikhs, christian, Muslim, short, fat, ugly, beautiful, disabled, etc, people have really got to realize that we are the same people. If you're one of those people who even so as to think of judging people, by what their appearance, racial background, or way they talk is like, then let me tell you this - it's time to grow the fuck up. People, we were put on this world, and were all made individuals. We're all given something that makes us unique from one another person. Since when has being different ever been a crime? So what about how we look, act, or seem? We're all equal. Why? Because we're all people, here to live, breathe, eat, sleep, and live life. We all have at least one common goal, which is to feel welcome in life. We, are all foreigners, when we're looking to belong. Sometimes, you'll find that the unpopular boy or girl in high school, or the not so pretty ones are the nicest. Why? Because they know what it's like to be judged, ridiculed, or treated indifferent. They're welcoming loving, and real people, just like me and you. Stop being superficial, and realize that beauty is on the inside. What lies in the heart, body, mind and soul. I think it's sickening to see contest sites or personals who say they deny friend requests from ugly people. How would you like it, if the tables turned on you, and people started saying they deny people who are so called 'perfection'. You know what, all I have to say to that is, you all disgust me. Each and every person out there, who has ever looked at someone, who was not like you or me, and turned away because you claim there not normal, or odd, different, peculiar, weird. Yes, it's in our blood to judge, to be blunt. But when has staying away from people who aren't the 'so called norm' ever been second nature? It hasn't and it never will be. Perfection, does not exist ; it's unattainable. I'm writing this because I see people, day in and day out, talk about others, behind there backs, or even worse, in front of their faces. People you thought you could trust, and trusted you back. My thoughts, my opinions. Agree or disagree at your own discretion, but know that I am not just another person behind a computer screen. I'm a realist, and I strongly believe in what's right or wrong, I have morals and I stand by them.

-V