La Novela Nada? I think not.

Kitten, not everyone's keen on lighting candle 17, the party's done, the cake's all gone, the plates are clean
The chauffeur's leering from the cheerless mezzanine
And in just one year, the straight world can pay to see what they have been missing
-Okkervil River


Oh me oh my, oh me oh my, what a lot of funny things go by!

Plausible

There is a line we draw to help us
Find pieces of ourselves
Along the way of life
In which the artistry is thick
But the ink is spoiled, sometimes
Crossing the centerfolds
Of grander views, highlighting heights,
Where the lies we share are ultimate truths
That shape our tomorrows.
Possessed minds, fiendish fiends
Backdoor beauties, what are these
But friends you sit with at the bar
When sorrow is drinking you out of a shot glass?
So when the lightning strikes,
Be ready to remain.
It's the trip, the part you'll like the best.
Don't try and fight it
You'll just wither up and die.

Let Me Come Over, I Can Waste Your Time (I'm Bored)

You nabbed my heart
There have been only
Clear skies since then
And it stops me dead,
What once was
Replaced by what is
(He's got a warm soul, this one)
This feeling, I know
It burns in my chest
Infinitely real as these
Berry kisses, milky white fingers
Your skeleton
I want to drape it in Spring.



I have been listening to The National a lot more lately for some reason. I think it has something to do with Matt Berninger's voice and his songs. Their lyrics are very simplistic. However, their simplicity has a certain depth that both captivates and confuses me. I recommend "Afraid of Everyone" or "So Far Around the Bend", which I've quoted in previous posts. Cool. Yeah. I'm late for short story writing class.

Walking Against the Wind

Walking corpses

Skeletal horses

Trample on dreams endearing.

The sun, it will not rise

The body, it will not rise

Ships are setting sail for finer shores

What’s on the other side?

Don’t worry love, you don’t have to know.

These days I speak with my eyes closed

Like a broken hearted lover, oh the way

You’d touch my hand and call me baby

Yes, it pushes me through the storm

I somehow manage the harsh winds.

But darling, a home can only stand

So many earthquakes, seismic waves

Eventually, it has to collapse.

Oh, but spring will come again,

These winters are never forever

I’ll see them cherry blossoms soon

The sun, it will rise

The body it will rise

Our lives are meant for bigger things

Whose road we will go down together, hand in hand.

Let Me Back Inside!

I wrote a haiku about a cat. I don't remember where I put it but I wrote one. It was funny and clever and interesting and made me feel better about being up at 4:30 in the morning. I don't even have homework or a reason to be awake. Isn't that funny?