My first Rock Theater (concert) experience

The room is small
Like a small square in the fabric of time that is my life
Pink earplugs are being passed out
I put them in a solemn look glued to my face
I am a teenager insooth but I still have not seen a "concert"
The band plays and they sound like myspace
The garage of their bad accents floating into melodical English bells
The singer is putting on her face
and soon enough makes her big entrance
and my solemnity sits on me no longer
my childish shadow drops
I am now engulfed
This is the best thing ever
I want to hug the bang
I want to hug and talk to the singers
I love this feeling
of being a concert goer

A Poem for the Poets by W.B. Yeats

Here's an excerpt from "song of the happy shepherd" by WB Yeats. It's just been running around in my head lately, especially this part. You can read the full poem here.


Where are now the warring kings?
An idle word is now their glory,
By the stammering schoolboy said,
Reading some entangled story:
The kings of the old time are dead;
The wandering earth herself may be
Only a sudden flaming word,
In clanging space a moment heard,
Troubling the endless reverie.

Then nowise worship dusty deeds,
Nor seek, for this is also sooth,
To hunger fiercely after truth,
Lest all thy toiling only breeds
New dreams, new dreams: there is no truth
Saving in thine own heart. Seek, then,
No learning from the starry men,
Who follow with the optic glass
The whirling ways of stars that pass —
Seek, then, for this is also sooth,
No word of theirs — the cold star-bane
Has cloven and rent their hearts in twain,
And dead is all their human truth.
Go gather by the humming sea
Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell,
And to its lips thy story tell,
And they thy comforters will be,
Rewarding in melodious guile
Thy fretful words a little while,
Till they shall singing fade in ruth
And die a pearly brotherhood;
For words alone are certain good:
Sing, then, for this is also sooth.

Oh and "sooth" is an archaic word (and was archaic in Yeats' day as well) which means something like "true, soft or sweet."

piece by Piece

Clenched words in between clenched teeth;
amiable face, ohh beautiful eyes...
I
think
we've
met
before!
Have we?
No..
but that shouldn't stop us..
from finishing what we started.
clenched words in between clenched teeth.
amiable face, with beautiful eyes..
dark, dark hair, darker than the midnight skies.
beauty doesn't make up for what I have to say...
We've met before but..
That shouldn't stop us.

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It's as though my life is splitting into pieces...
My life is deteriorating..
My heart is flushed, to the point where..
I no longer exist..
I no longer can feel, I no longer can touch.
My muscles ache, and my body yearns for yours to
be close again..
I can't wait for your lips to be burning mine..
I can't wait to see what's on your mind..
I can't wait until the day..

I can't wait until you realize that I've grown..
I can't wait to see your face..
I can't wait for us to be..
I can't wait until I see.
I can't wait..
I can't wait..
I can't wait to the point where I can.

...the aim coversation

...
what?
...
Are you there?
...
I'm signing off!
...
seriously, stop!
...
Are you there, this isn't funny!
...
Hellooooooo?
...
Earth to central base, roger are you there?
...
WHAT THE HECK!?!
...
you know what? forget it!
(Ilikepies has just signed off)
Hey, sorry about that, my sister was...
(ilikecookies has just signed off)

This makes no sense beware!! = )

That sin that dies and shall never be forsaken..
The heart that beats restless in my body, beside
my organs, organs clean and clear! for how can that be?!
The hour, The hour, as time will go by, my fate has turned
yellow, checks red, lips puckered and feet in desperation
to fly. what to see what to be, will the person I call God
forgive? The world is restless ready to go, ready for
that saying, waiting for the end and new begining, that has
been craved from the start, and pushed to the side for ones
selfishness.