every second dripping off my fingertips: May 2009

Sunday, May 31, 2009

The winters mar the Earth

It's floor was frozen glass

You slip into my arms

And you quickly correct yourself

Your freezing speech bubbles

Seem to hold your words aloft

I want the smoky clouds of laughter

To swim about me forever more

I will race you to the water side,

And from the edge of Ireland shout out loud

So they could hear it in America

It's all for you

The shells crack under our shoes

Like punctuation points

The Planets Bend Between Us

A hundred million suns and stars

The sea filled in the silence

Before you sang those words

And now even in the darkness

I can see how happy you are

somewhere a clock is ticking:
8:43 PM

Friday, May 15, 2009

I recently did an essay about happiness. It involved me analysing the novels that I study at the moment for the literary effects and authorial intention for the use of the concept of happiness. Be it meditating to the point of deep, slumber inducing monotony, or aneurysm inducing tribal "games", happiness can be extracted from even the deepest, unknown chasms.

However, we often fail to realise that it might be somewhat incongruous and asinine to make a trip to the Canadian border and fall 52 metres before realising that happiness can be found at home. We take for granted the subtle delights that we face everyday because we're too caught up with ourselves.

Prodding of my kidneys every morning to wake me up for school,

Then waiting for me after to take me home, where I wait for dinner.

The kind words and thoughtful greetings. The company alone is enough, the sweet silence

painting our every thought, our every emotion. I'm lucky. I'm undeserving.

Really, what we need is just the sunshine after the rain.

somewhere a clock is ticking:
11:24 PM

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Understand?

Understood.

Understooded

somewhere a clock is ticking:
5:58 PM