battleship telegrams

Day 10 - 22 September 2011 @ 12:25pm

Thu, 22 Sep 2011 12:25:54 -0400

Come sweet child, the moon is out to play.
Fascination, masturbation
Tick tock, tick tock
The mouse went through the clock
Defeat physics, defeat matter, defeat gravity
And you have energy and a world full of colors
Imaginirium, your mind can go anywhere
Smell flowers on Saturn’s rings
Impossible? Possible
My thoughts, my ideas, my words
Are always floating on
We all float on alright
Aint no sunshine?
Bucket loads of sunshine
Infinite amounts of sunshine
And light all swirling around you, inside of you,
Beneath you, everywhere
You want it to be, it will be
Love is you and he and she and me is Love
See it, feel it, smell it, be it.
Love love, and henceforth,
Everything is love
Let me hold your hand,
Take you to the Forever Lands

Day 9 - 21 September 2011 @ 10:51pm

Wed, 21 Sep 2011 22:51:00 -0400

Covered in carcasses
a beautiful boy behaving on a shelf

Carcasses caressing cheeks
and a bullet proof bonnet

Carelessly castle-built China
bringing the baroness back

A chest brim over with coins
and battle scars of baker’s bread

Chivalry upon chivalry
a basket full of bravery

Day 8.5 - 17 September 2011 @ 5:45pm

Sat, 17 Sep 2011 17:45:00 -0400

My hair is the color of nightfall in the desert
with the dancing chameleons and cactus sprouts

I pat my skin when I step out of the shower
as to not realize, I can shed my vessel at any moment

My goddess seeps gently on the floor
before I remember to catch her gentle shadows

The chill of autumn flows into my pores
and I caress all living creatures with the tip of my tongue

Day 8 - 17 September 2011 @ 12:28pm

Sat, 17 Sep 2011 12:32:00 -0400

New eyes viewing an old situation like an outsider writing a book on somebody else’s life. A paradigm shift. I have failed and I have conquered. Old situations that were once negative turned into a positive light and glowed from a pore within me.

Some, my new eyes are blurred and the negative stays negative. It’s just something I must work on. We fail and we fail and we fail. But if we keep failing, it means we are still trying. That’s the beauty of it.

I have not failed. I’ve just found 10000 ways that won’t work.
Thomas Edison

Day 7 - 15 September 2011 @ 2:12pm

Thu, 15 Sep 2011 14:13:08 -0400

There was a boy once who shook diamonds from the clouds

and wiped tears away with terry cloth

Sunshine dawned on him from beyond the sets of man

He couldn’t walk away now even if he tried

Love covered him like a blanket of snow

That covers the Earth

In winter

Day 6 - 14 September 2011 @ 10:42pm

Wed, 14 Sep 2011 22:43:00 -0400

I am in no way shape or form a judgmental person. This post may make me out to be but it’s a serious concern. While on the bus today, there were two, quite large, people. I mean around 300 pounds. Please don’t get me wrong, I know many of you have been following me for a while and now most of my feelings and thoughts. For those who haven’t been following me for a while, do not think I’m being mean, rude, or misunderstanding without listening first.

Weight is irrelevant compared to who a person is. But I can’t help but wonder what got them to that point? It makes me sad. It really does. Is it genetics or is it there eating habits? I know America is known for its high obesity rate. Considerably, we are including more healthier eating options here and there but the taste of the saturated fat, sodium-induced, high-fructose poison has been included in people’s diets for quite some time. Vegetables? What’s that?

Trust me, I’m not the healthiest person ever. I try, but I fail at times. I have personally suffered from disordered eating by not eating at all. Or eating junk junk junk. My weight is prone to fluctuation. When I was younger, I knew a kid who ate complete shit. Endless mounds of pizza, deep fried this, deep fried that, bottles of coke, fast food, and he never weight over 120 (standing at about 5’5). It was sickening. Don’t think I’m attacking the ones who eat shit and I guess, look like they eat complete shit, compared to the ones who eat shit and don’t look like it.

It really just goes for eating shit altogether. If you want to indulge every once in a while, I can dig it. I just get completely curious on whether they know there is another way and that everything will be okay. If they are happy with it, that’s fine. But it causes a lot of problems, inside and outside. Whether now or later.

This isn’t a health shpeel whatsoever. Because like I said before, I’m the worst eater ever. I had some feelings that I know I didn’t write here or even explain fully. I was just completely curious and sad on the bus and took some notes down. Ta-da.

Day 5 - 12 September 2011 @ 8:58pm

Mon, 12 Sep 2011 21:03:36 -0400

I used to be a pretty decent blogger with a common mixture between eloquence and bullshit. With Tumblr, I feel like there is now a stigma against my main blog and against all my followers who love me. I feel if I whine about anything silly and ego-related, I will be attacked so viciously, their claws would fall off.

My mood is fluctuating between love and hate, peace and war, and all things good fade in and out. The light inside me will not go out, and I know this now. Before I lived in pure darkness, not even believing in light which made everything so much more difficult. The light is inside me, no matter if I forget or I try to avoid it, I can’t. I can’t because it is there and that is where it is staying.

The Light has made it’s home.

Day 4 - 10 September 2011 @ 4:47pm

Mon, 12 Sep 2011 04:53:13 -0400

This won’t be poetic or eloquent
After watching Magic Behind the Words: The J.K. Rowling story, it honestly inspires me. Actually, most books, anything writing-induced inspired me. But as an avid LOVER, and I mean LOVER of the Harry Potter books, movies, franchise - I can’t help but feel inspiration flow throughout my veins.

Writing has always been a place to escape to, a place to vent, an imaginary but so real place. When my parents would argue and call each other a bitch and an asshole, I could grab a pad and a pen and just write my life away. Or pick up a book and read. I’d like to share with the world, what the world has shared with me. Words with meaning, with a story, with love etched in the print.

It may not happen automatically, I may not feel inspiration to write a book until years from now. But knowing me, and knowing what I want to accomplish with my writing, I am aware it will come. Sooner rather than later.

I have already failed this 365 writing project as being late an entry. I don’t mind, because I am doing this to see where I can bring myself which is also why I am now doing an article-based blog. The more I write, the better I get. Although, writing isn’t a practice, and it’s not always a skill. For me, it is pure bliss from my heart. Something that flows from the thoughts in my head, to the feelings in my bones, to the types of my fingers. Give or take the way I form my words and my sentences, that requires skill but perhaps not. Sometimes I like my nonsensed words and my scrambled sentences.

How could you mind when it is still just as pure? With or without correct English. Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely passionate about grammar but sometimes I even like getting out of that box. Because words are words and the formation is wonderful however you place them.

Day 3 - 09 September 2011 @ 3:30pm

Sat, 10 Sep 2011 11:13:00 -0400

Dead girl walking. I wonder why no one says that when they see me lately? There is no air of lightness that flows from my smile today, there is no love, although it absorbs and releases through my skin. My eyes are flushed with blue and gold and always look seemingly indifferent. A bag lady, that’s what I call ‘em. A lack of nourishment and flourished flowers from the devil laid me to rest. I could have died there, I could have died alone. My throat swallowed itself whole from the thirst of the sun. My eyes rolled back in my head, and the whites of my eyes showed fluently. I turned inside out and couldn’t stop myself, my heart burst open from the seams and blood rushed out. The devil laid me to rest.

Day 2 - 08 September 2011 @ 2:03pm

Thu, 08 Sep 2011 14:04:04 -0400

Insidious

Everyone wants me to stay in the dark, because if I do, I am a virus for their ego. The greatest and strongest food source their ego could possibly imagine, besides themselves. If I don’t stay in the dark, I can reveal their truths. If I don’t stay in the dark, they cannot destroy me. If I don’t stay in the dark, they cannot slave my ego into oblivion. If I don’t stay in the dark, their ego can flourish like a cherry blossom flower. I am the Devil as much as I am God. I see the light, I feel the light, I am the light. It is burning out, fuel to the fire? The wrong fire is being fueled, there is no fuel, we have run out of gas. Do not allow this to bring you down perhaps it relates to yourself and how you are feeling. I do not feel well today, I feel beyond unwell. This is part of my journey, the most bizarre journey I could have ever imagined.

Day 1 - 07 September 2011 @ 4:28 am

Wed, 07 Sep 2011 04:29:07 -0400

I am a corpse in slow motion, a monument of life
This life, is this life
and we are pushing it out through the depths of our fingertips
Breathing but not really breathing
What are we breathing anyway? Toxic dust
With cosmic dust that lies beneath that surface we created with our ego
Separation after separation like knitting needles
That eventually attach everything together
A ball of yarn unwoven
That’s what we are
Let the knitting needles be your guide - the love, light, and bliss of the world
To stitch ourselves back together again
To create a wondrous masterpiece, back to the Source
of who we are