Archive for February, 2008

Mmm…Veiny organs that pump blood through our bodies

**Wrote the following for Creative Writing Class. Will be performing on Monday >_<**

An Atypical Love Poem

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And something ridiculously cliché that details my mindblowingly intense feelings of love and which also rhymes with the word blue.

Love. L-O-V-E. What the hell is love anyway?
According to the dictionary it’s: “a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person”
Which sounds nice enough
However, that’s only one of 28 definitions
Many of which are far less innocent
Though I suppose we can ignore the tennis one
According to romantics it’s a sweet fire that engulfs our every being, making our hearts pound joyously in our chests as we float in clouds of pure euphoria.

According to most teenagers
It’s a new girlfriend and/or boyfriend each week.

What is this word they use so often?
Is it a tender embrace cloaked in poetic verses used one too many times before?
Is it lipstick messages scrawled on bathroom mirrors?
Is it kissing in the rain with some invisible orchestra booming in some Hollywood dimension?
Is it trading words of nothingness for hours and enjoying every damn minute of it?
Is it heart shapes cut from pages of the Kama Sutra?
Facebook relationship status bullshit?
Getting to totally score with that hot guy?
Romantic declarations of love screamed from the high peeks of…
AOL Instant Messenger?

Do movies, books, and T.V. shows feed us truths?
Or lies?
Those over dramatized, sappy, unrealistic relationships, which are completely dependent on the epic whatnot that surrounds them
Perhaps more truth lies in bickering spouses?
Picking up knights and maidens in some seedy little bar?
Teens cannibalistically devouring each other’s faces?
Or maybe just sex?

L-O-V-E = L-U-S-T
A mathematical lesson I hope to ignore.

Does that mean we’ll find love with the lonely man and the corner whore?
Does that mean we’ll find love with the vain little girl and the shirtless “hottie” on MTV?
Love? No.

I refuse to be pulled apart by the pages of the dictionary
Putting little one syllable post it notes on some feeling or another.
Joining in this perpetual hoedown. Now change your partner, do si do.
The Hit List check marks accumulating each week
And love him and him and him and him and him.

Realize that a heart is a veiny organ that pumps blood through your body.

Realize that “love” is just a word.

Which could mean absolutely nothing.

Or positively everything.

Realize that you can annihilate this defenseless four letter menace. Shattering it into a million pieces to meet the demands of any eyes that acknowledge your existence.

Or realize that you can bring true meaning to this word.

Or create your own words.

Or use none at all.


Incoming Nonsense

Ladies and gentleman, may I have your attention please? Gather around for a show of moderate proportion, chocked full of ridiculousness, random fight scenes, spell-checked nonsense, garbled rants, Romanian acrobats, and pie (of both the edible and mathematical variety).

I apologize in advance to any poor soul who was seeking an omgliekemogoff blog dripping with uproariously funny melancholy detailing my woes in regards to “conformist pigs judging me” for being “like totally unique in my dark as night clothes and chains and spikes and my lustful lusting of death metal” or perhaps my dramas entailing “oh em gee my boyfriend of two weeks broke up with me and now I cut my wrists with safety scissors and stuff”. Once again, very sorry. But no worries, I’m sure there are many other things that you can point and laugh at me for.

I created this blog in order to force myself to write again. Having been textually lacking for a decent amount of time, senseless rambling via the Internet seemed like a worthy enough cure. For now anyway. So for the most part, I’m doing this for myself. Not to say I wouldn’t want an audience. Nothing says fun like minions and/or new arch nemeses.

So I’m not quite sure what sort of warning I should give about this blog, since I’m not quite sure what I’ll be filling it with, besides profanity, muffins, and much use of the thesaurus in order to make myself sound intelligent. Perhaps there will be random stories that amused me. Some pointless statements. Ridiculous photos. I will most likely even be somewhat serious at times. Rants. Political grumbling. Angry humanitarian guilt trips. You know, the usual shenanigans.

So there you have it. Good day for now.

This sure as hell better not be my last entry.