| Because I don't receive any responses to my postings, I'm going to try something different. As most of you know, I am a poet (inspiring anyway) and I might as well use this as a forum for feedback as well as a place to post my feelings and thoughts. The poetry is just a different way of expressing them.
Here's the latest poem I'm working on.
[ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<b\>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] Because I don't receive any responses to my postings, I'm going to try something different. As most of you know, I am a poet (inspiring anyway) and I might as well use this as a forum for feedback as well as a place to post my feelings and thoughts. The poetry is just a different way of expressing them.
Here's the latest poem I'm working on.
<b\><u\>Cycles</u></b>
I’m just a kid, alone on the playground, swinging on the swings. As I go back and forth the toes of my Velcro sneakers are scraping gravel, but never leave the ground. My hands grip the chains securely holding the hard plastic, u-shaped seat that by now has left marks on my legs.
My little blond head is hanging, my eyes searching amongst the gray-brown gravel for a gem.
Other kids are playing on the dome or the slide, in groups or couples and I am dangling.
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What do you think? Feedback? | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Bare Naked Ladies - Rock Specticle | | Time: | 01:26 pm | | Current Mood: | lonely |
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This past week went well. The paper came together, granted it was a bit short but at least it reads well and is pleasing to the eye. And! The ads were at least half of the written content. That's exciting (I know I'm a dork). I was very proud of my staff this week even though there were some hectic moments, mainly on Wednesday. Over all though, it was good.
Even though the girl called off what thing we did have at least she's talking to me again and not avoiding me. I think I liked her more than I let on, even to the point of fooling myself, but oh well. Again, at least she's not feeling guilty or whatnot anymore so she's talking to me and 'flirting' again. It's not like it's a switch I can just turn off. I usually have a crush for awhile, but I know the lines anyway. So now I have to be professional and not step over any boundaries, and I sometimes get too zealous and do that. A weakness of mine no doubt.
Random poetry...
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This past week went well. The paper came together, granted it was a bit short but at least it reads well and is pleasing to the eye. And! The ads were at least half of the written content. That's exciting (I know I'm a dork). I was very proud of my staff this week even though there were some hectic moments, mainly on Wednesday. Over all though, it was good.
Even though the girl called off what thing we did have at least she's talking to me again and not avoiding me. I think I liked her more than I let on, even to the point of fooling myself, but oh well. Again, at least she's not feeling guilty or whatnot anymore so she's talking to me and 'flirting' again. It's not like it's a switch I can just turn off. I usually have a crush for awhile, but I know the lines anyway. So now I have to be professional and not step over any boundaries, and I sometimes get too zealous and do that. A weakness of mine no doubt.
Random poetry...
<b\>After Burn</b>
I met you and hated you. You were aggravating and opinionated.
Then you changed or I did.
You were fiery as a sprite fearsome and bold.
And as is my nature I tried too hard and you were gone. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| Have any of you ever had someone have so much control over you that with a smile you're floating and with a harsh word it feels like the world has lost any meaning? I try to be an open individual, to my friends, to ideas, to love, with my feelings and I don't seem to be doing the right thing. I hate the idea that someone has that much control over me and yet it happens on almost a daily basis. I also consider myself a strong person, intelligent, and caring but there are times when I feel very small, and insignificant. I wish I was good enough for someone to smile at me all the time.
The control thing runs deep. At times I want to run over and lift her up in an embrace and have that be ok. And kiss her. My god, I can't stop thinking about it. But I don't feel like I can do these things, mainly because I don't know how she feels or what she thinks about the whole situation. I have been open with her, straight out, and getting her to admit anything to me is like pulling teeth: slow and sometimes painful, for both parties.
I started out with the idea of something light and fun, and it can still be that but how much longer do I have to wait for some sign that I am worthy? That maybe she has the same feelings? Or even in the oposite direction, that she doesn't want anything?
Would a hug and a soft touch really be so bad? | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Patty Griffan | | Time: | 01:47 am | | Current Mood: | exhausted |
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Kairi is back and i'm very much relieved. Wanna know how he came back? Yeah, he definitely fell out of a tree onto my roof, ran over the pitch and jumped down to the ground. He's one [ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<u\>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] Update:
Kairi is back and i'm very much relieved. Wanna know how he came back? Yeah, he definitely fell out of a tree onto my roof, ran over the pitch and jumped down to the ground. He's one <u\>resiliant</u> fucker. But right now he's sleeping in my lap and i feel better.
not-so-shit list, but still depressing...
1. The girl is mad at me for my other friends, and apparently i'm an inconsiderate bastard. Can't seem to do anything right by that girl. 2. i now have heat, but i felt stupid because the oil guy came by to prep my furnace which is so simple a retarded monkey could do it. So i just stood there looking at my furnace aparently with an IQ lower than that of said retarded monkey. 3. Still have an expired license. 4. My car miraculously fixed itself. No, that was a lie. 5. Not valentines day anymore (still see line item one). | comments: Leave a comment  |
| Let me start this rant about the one thing that I am most saddened by. My only companion in the entire world, who has been with me through hell and back, my cat Kairi, ran away last night has yet to be seen. This may seem weird for a 'guy' to be saying this, but he was the only one for awhile. Granted he can't speak to me per se, but he did talk to me, did listen when i spoke to him, and always wanted to be around me, creating a bond between us that only a human and a pet can have.
i miss him deeply.
And here's the rest of the shit list in order of shittiest....
1. I think I did something last night to piss off the girl I like, which ended in her being mean to me, and me feeling like shit for doing this thing that I'm unaware of. 2. I have no oil and therefore no heat. 3. The oil company can't give me a time for when they'll be able to deliver oil, because well, hell, they're [ Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<b\>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] Let me start this rant about the one thing that I am most saddened by. My only companion in the entire world, who has been with me through hell and back, my cat Kairi, ran away last night has yet to be seen. This may seem weird for a 'guy' to be saying this, but he was the only one for awhile. Granted he can't speak to me per se, but he did talk to me, did listen when i spoke to him, and always wanted to be around me, creating a bond between us that only a human and a pet can have.
i miss him deeply.
And here's the rest of the shit list in order of shittiest....
1. I think I did something last night to piss off the girl I like, which ended in her being mean to me, and me feeling like shit for doing this thing that I'm unaware of. 2. I have no oil and therefore no heat. 3. The oil company can't give me a time for when they'll be able to deliver oil, because well, hell, they're <b\>stupid</b>. Which means I sit in a freezing house until they get here. 4. My license is expired. 5. Ironicly, my car is broken. 6. It's valentines day (see line item one). | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Time: | 10:52 pm | | Current Mood: | contemplative |
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| I have been avoiding this forum for a few days now, not knowing quite what to write, how much to divulge knowing that certain people will read it, interpret it in a way other than my own satisfying venting, and wondering just how helpful it will be to have that happen.
Trying to be as nondescript and unspecific as possible...
Girls. As usual I'm going to write about this. Why is it that I feel the need/desire/whathaveyou to have someone in my life? Why can't I just be happy with my friends keeping me company? And why do I attach myself to someone (usually without them knowing or at least not in any committed way) and then guard that with zeal?
(here's where I could trip myself...)
I have a liking for someone. She's aloof and guarded and I'm driving myself crazy with all the thoughts in my mind about this. She has utterly intrigued me and I'm in, fascinated with the complexities. I have been trying to be unobtrusive and I hate thinking of myself as 'one the guys', just one in a line, a number. I don't want to be the person that any girl simply settles for; it's demeaning and I have more self-confidence and respect for that. I want to be the first choice, the only choice. (Too selfish?) I think I am a romantic at heart, wanting to feel special in the eyes of that other person, wanting a warm touch meant to brighten and soften my day, and having the other person think the same of me. But I don't seem to be as good at reading people as I once thought. I wish that I and others had the composure to just express the feelings that are confusing to those that are at the base of that confusion.
I'm at a profound loss. I'm not even sure I'm looking for someone to be my 'girlfriend' per se. Perhaps someone with whom I can feel comfortable with, hang out with, share problems with, and help with hers. Bah! I just don't know!
And why, if I don't know, do I persist? Why can't I get her out of my mind and out from under my skin? Why when she gives me a kind word do I float? A smile and I loose all concentration? I'm strong and weak, confused and composed, confident and doubting all at the same time when I'm around her.
(if that was too descriptive, if for some reason, i've pissed people off, or have turned them away from any type of friend/relationship...my apologies - i'm just trying to figure things out)
Oh, and there are other things in my life, this just happens to be the stuff I'm thinking about at the moment. (smiles) Loneliness comes in waves for me, and I'm standing in the shallows. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
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Witty Blah! | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Hum of my computer. | | Time: | 12:46 am | | Current Mood: | confused |
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| Today was one of those wasted days. I got up, didn't do much, called some people, took a nap and did some reading. I hope when I'm out of school, I can find something exciting to do with my life. I hope my friends will always be near by if I need cheering up (which they have been). I remember back in high school when my girlfriend had just broken up with me. It was when I had first had an attack of my disease and I couldn't really do anything save for sleep and homework. At the time I didn't really have any friends, well, because of her. I just wanted to be with her all the time. But the hardest part was dealing with the sense of hopelessness and lonliness all by myself. Point being, I'm so grateful for my friends, that it sometimes goes beyond words.
Side note: For some reason, I like to be secretive. If I don't tell anybody about a project, I get it done faster and with better quality. That's strange.
Different subject. Yoga seems to be a good thing. I like the idea of connecting through movement and breathing. Sort of like my martial arts training. I was once finely honed weapon. I've lost a bit of my touch, but it's still burried there; I can feel it. But yoga is much more relaxing and what I think of as earthy. Simple movements, simple breathing, big impact.
In my searching today, I also found this great meditation. It's called the Heart Chakra Meditation. It's supposed to help with healing and a sense of self-worth. That sounds good to me. I don't know when I'm going to try it, but we'll see.
I seem to get this vibe from a bunch of people that things aren't going as well as they hoped. I hate hearing it. As corny as it sounds, I want people to be happy (save a few choice people). I hate hearin about woes my friends are going through, although I like that they think they can come to me for help (which they can, anytime). Going back to my good friend, Pat's idea, I want everyone to live in a big commune after we graduate so that we can always hang out.
I have this mixed feeling of meloncholy and appreciation. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | The gentle purring of my cat. | | Time: | 05:32 pm | | Current Mood: | indescribable |
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| Last night, I went to a bar called the Hog's Trough. I went with a childhood friend of mine whom I've known since we were both six. I was confused at first because when we got there, there was a sign on the door which listed three no's. Two were normal and not out of the ordinary, but the third one said, "No colors". This threw me off. I was about to tell Stacy, the friend of mine, that I wasn't sure I could allow myself to go to an all white bar. It was a good thing I didn't say anything, because then I would have sounded like the idiot I am. It was a biker bar and that simply meant no biker colors, no gangs basically. And you could tell it was a biker bar because the bar tenders didn't even know what Harp was, which is a fav. of mine. To my dismay, I settled for a Mich Ultra, which did the trick, and that was all that really mattered.
We met with her brother and his wife. Her brother and I used to hang out together when we were younger and we actually met when he ran me over with his bike. It's an interesting story, but one for another day perhaps. He's apparently driving trucks for Coors and when I told him about my dilemma with my beer, he said, "Oh, Harp, yeah I can get you some of that. I get a case of 24 for under 6 bucks." They normally run for 24 dollars, so I was extremely happy with this.
The band that was playing was a cover band and played some decent stuff. I got to watch Stacy dance which was good since I haven't hung out with her in a long while, and I was pleasantly surprised. She's a cute girl and has her head on straight. She's determined and strong and doesn't seem afraid of anything, which is something you don't find all the time. She's a cool chick in other words. She has beautiful blue eyes to begin with but she wears these contacts that make her eyes look alive almost electric blue. It takes some getting used to - it's almost scary (grins).
It was a good time and we had a good talk on the way back to our house (she lives in the other side of my parents duplex).
That's all I'm going to say about that (winks). | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Gentle hum of so many computers. | | Time: | 12:51 pm | | Current Mood: | aggravated |
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| It's not so much the fact that I am away from Crystal that bothers me - we have spent time apart before - it's the sudden realization, that I will never again be spending time with her. At first I was telling myself I was ok with being alone, in the apartment, at school, when I drove to my parents place, where ever I was at the time. I mean, I was alone yes, but it was always with a certain thought (denial) that she was going to be back. Sort of like when my cat at first looked for her at night because he wanted to be with her. Then that realization hit me: she's never coming back and this void is permanent. I have never loved someone so intensely as I did her. In Europe, I even told myself that I was going to marry this girl. And to tell the truth, if Crystal had stuck by me this last semester, I would have asked her to. I figured if anyone can be with me through my editorship, they can stand anything. This was going to be my hardest year at school, and although it's turning out to be the way I had predicted, now it's for other reasons.
Another hard thing to deal with is the coldness she exudes. Always, a small bit of hope remains that we will get back together, or so it did exist. Avoiding her as much is possible I can trick myself into thinking that I'm ok and that I don't need her, but when she comes on-line, or when she stops by, I don't have a defense really. The other day, we spoke briefly on-line and I was attempting to keep it superficial, until she asked a question that I didn't know what to say. Except the truth. So I told her that I was lost without her. She spat back, "you're strong, you'll get through." Whether she thought she was trying to be supportive or not, she came across as cold and unfeeling.
My walls are starting to go back up. My exterior shell, made from some hard material, is starting to cover me again. I see her and I just get angry, angry that my choice was taken from me, angry that I can't have what I want, angry that I'm not good enough.
I have friends that help. I have been imposing on them simply to get by. I bug them to do things with me so that I can forget for awhile, and I talk about problems they shouldn't have to sit through and listen to. I have girlfriends who, even though they may not know it, are helping me through it because I feel somewhat good about myself that these girls actually want to spend time with me, who care enough to flirt with me, even if it is only in the most friendliest of ways.
And still, she permeates me. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | The yelling of the neighbors. | | Subject: | Loyalty | | Time: | 06:11 pm | | Current Mood: | Feeling surprisingly good. |
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| So last night, I went to the Curious Loon and Tavern, a little place in Ashland. As usual I was meeting my friends for some drinks and a couple rounds of darts (which of course I won, because I'm that good). We call the place The Basement 'cause it's small and dark and sort of looks like anyone's basement and we go there quite frequently. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if we were the one's keeping it going. As we're taking a break from dart playing, my friend Ryan (girl) starts telling me a story of what happened there that morning (she works upstairs as a waitress). The owner came into work in the morning, noticed that there was popcorn all over the floor near the bar. I had spilled it the night before on Ryan and there was quite a lot of it, but I don't work there, and it wasn't my job to pick it up. That's why people get paid. So the owner yelled at the manager, who happens to be his son. Later, this manager kid (we'll call him Tool) comes up to Ryan when she got there and started yelling at her. Tool then asks if I threw the popcorn on her on purpose, which I didn't. I was reaching for a single piece of popcorn on the bar, and caught the whole basket with my thumb, spilling most of it. Tool also says that if he found out that I did it on purpose that I might not be allowed back at the bar. Excuse me? Assfinkter says what? Ryan looks at him with her look (if you knew her, you'd know, believe me) and says of course I didn't do it on purpose and in essnce, that he was an idiot for suggesting it. After telling her that I might not be allowed back because of my 'rowdy' behavior, she then states that that would be stupid because if they kicked me out, I would be followed by my friends and therefore their business would drop dramatically.
Two beers: $5 with tip. Darts: $.75. Loyalty among friends: Priceless. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| Listen, I'm sorry about my earlier email. I don't know if you are truly seeing Barnes or not, but when I was told I couldn't contain myself. That email was actually the first time that I let go of my constraints on my feelings with you. I just let it all pour out. I apologize that you were on the end of that first unleashing. It's true that I hid certain feelings from you, in our relationship, because I didn't want you to doubt me or to think less of me. I just can't help getting jealous when it's been so soon after the break up. It made me feel inadequate and so very much unloved or even un-cared for. Again, I apologize for any harsh words, I just still care for you very much.
Seth | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | The angry beat of my heart. | | Subject: | An Email | | Time: | 05:32 am | | Current Mood: | pissed off |
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| An email to Crystal.
I have removed this entry. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | Watching 'Patch Adams' | | Subject: | Connections | | Time: | 05:31 pm | | Current Mood: | aggravated |
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| As I was driving home from the grocers today, in my freezing cold car, I was thinking about Crystal (no pun intended). I made the connection between the break up and when I cut my hair. When I see people after a while, they always, without fail, ask how's Crystal doing. I, of course, have to let them know that we aren't together anymore. Like when people see me for the first time since I had hair down to the middle of my back, they look at me like I have just turned green and have suddenly sprouted feelers.
As I was driving home, I had an amazing revelation about this. And then I started writing and I forget now what that was. Figures. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Time: | 02:08 pm | | Current Mood: | angry |
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| Today started as any other day: wake up with a slight headache, feed the insistent cat, take a piss, eat some breakfast (after washing hands of course), get dressed and then wonder what I'm going to do with the rest of my day. By that time, it's 11 in the morning. I'm sitting in a computer cluster in the HUB after watching some television in the Clock office and chatting on AIM. I actually got up the energy and nerve to go workout today at the HUB gym and aerobics room. Of course, I forgot my ID and so can't use either of them.
I believe that my mind's activeness is in direct connection with my body's activeness. I don't think anyone can be mentally active without having physical activity. I've been sitting in my apartment for the last two and a half weeks, being lazy and growing inexorably inactive. The difference this morning is that I drank some energy tea, and I'm bustling with energy to do something. And no one's around. And it's fricken cold out: warmest part of the day, 3 degrees. I guess I could go apply at the restaurant in Campton, I heard they were hiring. Something tells me, though, that I wouldn't enjoy the food service industry very much, any more. Working at a deli or coffee shop seems different than taking orders and serving people.
I need to go food shopping. I'm on what I call the Default Diet: I don't have any food, there, by default, I'm on a diet. It's great; you should try it. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Time: | 04:08 pm | | Current Mood: | contemplative |
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| Right after I have been singled (verb: to be dumped), I go into this desperate search for comfort and companionship. Of course this act only seems to give me more disappointment and makes me feel lowly. I can't really expect someone to be my rebound. At the risk of sounding like 'that guy', I want a single woman to have fun with, in any way that might mean.
I know someone, bright smile, nice body, highly attractive, bright blue eyes, single I think, who peaks my interest. But I'm selfish for wanting her simply to ease my pain, to have fun with. I'm torn between wanting her and feeling slimy because of it. Does that exist? Fun, sex, companionship simply for the sake of those things? I'm all alone here and I guess I'm just looking for someone to help. Physically and emotionally.
I have been thinking for awhile now about going back to the Walk. I think I'm going to apply to be an Assistant Leader for this year's trip. I think I'd like it. Walking through a different part of the world, like I did in Europe, was amazing. Not to mention that I do get the position, they pay for the trip and I get paid for doing it. That would be great. We'll see. | comments: Leave a comment  |
| | Time: | 11:18 am | | Current Mood: | pensive |
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| It seems my days have no means, no goal that I can ascertain. I read, I watch movies I've already seen three-times over, I eat what little food I have somehow scraped up the money to buy, and I sleep.
The only good thing that I have seen these last two weeks are my grades. Somehow, while running the school newspaper, a 40-60 hour a week gig, I managed to pull straight A's. With one A- I attained a 3.89 GPA for the semester, bringing my cummilative GPA to a 3.46. One step closer to graduating with Magna Cum Laude. Not too shabby. My mother called to leave me a nice little message on my answering machine, congratulating me. My parents are great.
So today, I'm going to exercise, giving myself a goal, at least until spring semester starts up again. I know I'm whining, but this phase will pass. Since I don't have one single person to listen to my problems, this forum, is for anyone to read. | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment  |
| | Current Music: | silence | | Time: | 12:08 am | | Current Mood: | melancholy |
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| I'm not sure where to begin. The last two weeks have been something of a lost time for me, in which I wander aimlessly through life. The loss of Crystal has done nothing but hurt me. I tell people that I'm fine, that I'm ok with it, put on a smile and change the subject. In truth, I miss her so badly that I have to cradle a pillow at night to relieve the hollow feeling. I feel like I've misplaced something and I only have to find it to be satisfied. But I will never find it. Because she has it.
She has almost taken all of her stuff from our apartment. My first apartment I will ever have is now filled with memories I can't escape. She has a new room in the dorm where everything is bright, clean, and new. I have an apartment filled with pictures of us, of the couch we bought in a moving sale and the entertainment center that, "looks just like the one" her older sister owned when she got her apartment; the curtains we needed help picking out; and the cat that meows at night because he can't find her and can't understand why she hasn't come back.
I feel slighted and abandoned. I love her and hate her and miss her and never want to see her again, all at the same time. I look for her in stores where she obviously isn't going to be. I check behind my back to see, maybe, she will be there. Our sheets still hold her smell. | comments: Leave a comment  |
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