It begins with a meltdown
Talk me down. Let me cry it out.
A kind word. The inquisition.
It ends with bubbles.
Spin me in circles. Make me laugh.
Thank you for caring.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
One
One summer of passion.
The beach at sunset.
Tequila and ACDC
We were in love.
One crisp autumn afternoon
The falling leaves of the maple
The test was positive
We were scared.
One cold, harsh winter
A blanket of snow covering the past
A rose, and a handwritten note
I was alone.
One fresh spring day
Flowers blooming and bees humming
The pain is getting worse
A fresh face. A blessing.
The beach at sunset.
Tequila and ACDC
We were in love.
One crisp autumn afternoon
The falling leaves of the maple
The test was positive
We were scared.
One cold, harsh winter
A blanket of snow covering the past
A rose, and a handwritten note
I was alone.
One fresh spring day
Flowers blooming and bees humming
The pain is getting worse
A fresh face. A blessing.
Home
The television is on
Football blaring from its speakers
People crowded around
Screaming out plays, and insults
Jumping up and down
The kitchen is a mess
Packed full of chips and dip
Pizza and coke
It’s become a free-for-all
An all-you-can eat buffet.
Candles scent the air.
Lamps light the way
When you come, you won’t want to leave
Because it feels right.
Because it fits.
Home.
Football blaring from its speakers
People crowded around
Screaming out plays, and insults
Jumping up and down
The kitchen is a mess
Packed full of chips and dip
Pizza and coke
It’s become a free-for-all
An all-you-can eat buffet.
Candles scent the air.
Lamps light the way
When you come, you won’t want to leave
Because it feels right.
Because it fits.
Home.
Tick Tock
Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
Time’s running out.
You’re running away
You’ll be running forever.
The rage
It consumes you
Hardens your soul
Breaks my heart
The twinkle in your eyes
It's gone, faster then it was ever there.
The warmth within, no more
Ice, breaking. Just like you.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Times running out
You’re running away
You'll be running forever.
Time’s running out.
You’re running away
You’ll be running forever.
The rage
It consumes you
Hardens your soul
Breaks my heart
The twinkle in your eyes
It's gone, faster then it was ever there.
The warmth within, no more
Ice, breaking. Just like you.
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Times running out
You’re running away
You'll be running forever.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
When Everything's Made To Be Broken
"When Everything's Made To Be Broken/I Just Want You To Know Who I Am"
How can one phrase hold so much meaning? So much emotion?
He's happy. He wants to marry her and grow old with her. She is all he's ever wanted and his dream has finally come true. He went to see her tonight and I know he had a great time. I just hope she isn't taking him for granted. My Beautiful Boy.
Where does this leave me? Back in the friend stage. He wants to be friends and so do I, but it kills me. I pretend everything is okay, for him. I want him to be happy.
It's just that...I still love him. I know I shouldn't but I do.
He doesn't love me anymore. Why can't I accept this?
So what happens now? What happens when everything's made to be broken?
How can one phrase hold so much meaning? So much emotion?
He's happy. He wants to marry her and grow old with her. She is all he's ever wanted and his dream has finally come true. He went to see her tonight and I know he had a great time. I just hope she isn't taking him for granted. My Beautiful Boy.
Where does this leave me? Back in the friend stage. He wants to be friends and so do I, but it kills me. I pretend everything is okay, for him. I want him to be happy.
It's just that...I still love him. I know I shouldn't but I do.
He doesn't love me anymore. Why can't I accept this?
So what happens now? What happens when everything's made to be broken?
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Goodbye, My Love
The crushing silence of the ocean
The harsh screeches of the gulls
Long beaches stretched wide and open
Shells taken with the heavy pull of each wave.
The morning tide brings new treasures
Empty conk shells abandoned in the sand
A quiet morning stroll yields promise
A new day begun. A new beginning found.
Sunrises bring new songs to the skies
The waves carry with them folk tales from distant shores
New stories to be told.
Old stories to be found.
A message in a bottle
A secret not to a lost love
“To my dearest…” it begins
“Please forgive me…” is how it ends.
The harsh screeches of the gulls
Long beaches stretched wide and open
Shells taken with the heavy pull of each wave.
The morning tide brings new treasures
Empty conk shells abandoned in the sand
A quiet morning stroll yields promise
A new day begun. A new beginning found.
Sunrises bring new songs to the skies
The waves carry with them folk tales from distant shores
New stories to be told.
Old stories to be found.
A message in a bottle
A secret not to a lost love
“To my dearest…” it begins
“Please forgive me…” is how it ends.
Just Another Game Won
The chime of the doorbell rings
The music pumps inside
B.Y.O.B on the minds of the young, not so innocent
Not a sober being in the place.
Slurred shouting in the air
Booming laughter grabs attention
Spilled Budweiser pools
In shag carpet and across acid wash jeans
Burnt popcorn faces rejection.
The outside air smells of drugs
Useless banter and humorless jokes
The smoke from the bonfire and filtered cigarettes
Rises in plumes and hangs in a cloud
Above the drugged out faces
After the Friday night football game.
The music pumps inside
B.Y.O.B on the minds of the young, not so innocent
Not a sober being in the place.
Slurred shouting in the air
Booming laughter grabs attention
Spilled Budweiser pools
In shag carpet and across acid wash jeans
Burnt popcorn faces rejection.
The outside air smells of drugs
Useless banter and humorless jokes
The smoke from the bonfire and filtered cigarettes
Rises in plumes and hangs in a cloud
Above the drugged out faces
After the Friday night football game.
Monday, September 8, 2008
A Sneak Peak: 100% Juice
*The following is my first column as the A&E editor. Let me know what you think, k?*
Music. Theatre. Television and Movies. Games. These are the things that make up American culture. Watching overrated celebrities live their drama-filled lives instead of going out and living our own is the American way. We’re constantly watching and waiting to see what brainless, dim-witted move the trashy Britney Spears, or the even trashier Amy Winehouse makes. We’re fascinated with Hollywood and the stars that call it home. We’ve forever been sucked into the ways of pop culture, and we’re loving every minute of it.
Twenty years ago, everyday people actually led real lives. They went to work and school. Ate dinner as a family and spent time together that wasn’t in front of the TV. Hollywood was just entertainment, the occasional indulgence, if you will. Today, Hollywood is so much more than entertainment. Hollywood is an escape from the pressures of real life. Hollywood is an excuse not to be the best we can. It has ruined the great America that once was. How? Like I said earlier, we spend more time following the lives of our favorite celebrities instead of going out and making a life of our own. Is there something wrong with that picture, or is it just me?
That being said, I’m your new A&E editor and I’m not all cynical and skeptical, because as much as I think that Hollywood is overrated it has irrevocably sucked me into its depths as well. The arts and entertainment industry isn’t all bad either, especially the local scene. To be honest, NIC students are really lucky to live where we do. If you aren’t familiar with the local arts scene it’s about time you wake up and take a good look around because our local fine arts scene is booming with tons of great musicians and artists that hold great shows at really great prices (can we say FREE!) fairly often. There’s rarely a day that goes by where something isn’t happening at NIC that’s entertainment or fine arts related, and it’s encouragement for students to get involved on campus and in the community. It’s proven that when people, especially young people get involved in their community they are more likely to be successful and lead happier, more fulfilled lives. So go out and find a local artist to support!
Seeing as if you’re reading this it’s likely that you’re a student or faculty member at NIC, so I want to know what you want to see in the Arts & Entertainment section of The Sentinel. What will make you read The Sentinel, and perhaps even enjoy it?
Music. Theatre. Television and Movies. Games. These are the things that make up American culture. Watching overrated celebrities live their drama-filled lives instead of going out and living our own is the American way. We’re constantly watching and waiting to see what brainless, dim-witted move the trashy Britney Spears, or the even trashier Amy Winehouse makes. We’re fascinated with Hollywood and the stars that call it home. We’ve forever been sucked into the ways of pop culture, and we’re loving every minute of it.
Twenty years ago, everyday people actually led real lives. They went to work and school. Ate dinner as a family and spent time together that wasn’t in front of the TV. Hollywood was just entertainment, the occasional indulgence, if you will. Today, Hollywood is so much more than entertainment. Hollywood is an escape from the pressures of real life. Hollywood is an excuse not to be the best we can. It has ruined the great America that once was. How? Like I said earlier, we spend more time following the lives of our favorite celebrities instead of going out and making a life of our own. Is there something wrong with that picture, or is it just me?
That being said, I’m your new A&E editor and I’m not all cynical and skeptical, because as much as I think that Hollywood is overrated it has irrevocably sucked me into its depths as well. The arts and entertainment industry isn’t all bad either, especially the local scene. To be honest, NIC students are really lucky to live where we do. If you aren’t familiar with the local arts scene it’s about time you wake up and take a good look around because our local fine arts scene is booming with tons of great musicians and artists that hold great shows at really great prices (can we say FREE!) fairly often. There’s rarely a day that goes by where something isn’t happening at NIC that’s entertainment or fine arts related, and it’s encouragement for students to get involved on campus and in the community. It’s proven that when people, especially young people get involved in their community they are more likely to be successful and lead happier, more fulfilled lives. So go out and find a local artist to support!
Seeing as if you’re reading this it’s likely that you’re a student or faculty member at NIC, so I want to know what you want to see in the Arts & Entertainment section of The Sentinel. What will make you read The Sentinel, and perhaps even enjoy it?
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