Mismatched SoCs: The Walls are White

. The Walls are White
. They’re Stained by the Light
It comes dripping down from the ceiling above,
My pooling eyes are soaking it all in
my feet are fading
sinking in the linoleum sea
the currents are running away with me
the frothy sea brine would feel quite fine
if it wasn’t so sharp
if it wasn’t so dark
if it wasn’t so hard to hold onto the line
with the waves crashing hard and the salt in your throat
with submerged coral slashing the pages you wrote
you’re screaming and thrashing but you’ve lost all hope
Be wary of tables:
Marked and designed to suit your crime,
They’ll swallow you whole and leave nothing behind
Your skin starts to rip and your bones start to grind
They eat you alive, but I really don’t mind.
It’s the silent weathervane that bothers me.
There’s no wind here.
. The Walls are White,
and the windows are weathervanes.
Here, the mirrors learn from your hair.
Does it run down your face? Do you drink it? It tastes like soup.
The final moments of a blood-stained memory
Link arms with the innocence of childhood
Everything is lost now.
Lost, lost, lost
in the white of the White Walls
Can you remember the White Walls too?
Where they came from?
The depths of hell hold the key to your cell.
We all know hell has White Walls
A pretty face with warts on the heart
It knows how to live and play out its part
And never stops singing, ringing, stinging,
Bats screeching and preaching,
The gentle sloth learns HTML programming
And becomes a ferocious tiger
With pearly white fangs
And pearly White Walls.
The tree’s final moments:
A seed planted in the blood-stained ground
Muddy blood,
Bloody mud,
A black thorned castle grows from the Earth.
His curved blade flashes.
The silver edge shimmers like mist.
A cloud of oil;
Oil as black as the blackest night
and the darkest wish.
The Tree’s final moments,
my final memories,
bloody ones.
Death
has White Walls, too.
Can you finally see?
The White Walls are closing in
crushing the light
I
can still breathe
but
the air .escapes
slipping through the cracks
I am
trapped
here with the White Walls
and the most free
I could wish to be
swimming outside
in the flowers and filth
the snow
and the shards of glass
a hay in a needlestack
holding hands
with the clock on the wall
. The Walls are White.
. The Walls are

On Connectogram

This one can't come out right on this page 'cuz of Blogger's stupid autoformat thing (AUGH) so I had to arrange it differently. Usually the 2 poems are side by side so thy can be read down or across. However, since I'm not allowed to do that, I have to put them each in turn followed by the connected poem. To see the "real" version of it, click here

Not my favorite work, but it was an interesting experiment. Actually the idea came from Daft Punk's "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger". Odd influence, even odder results. Written early 2008. Any questions? I might be able to answer them ^_^

Connectogram

Spidernet

An interlocking series of events
Each one fueling another reaction
Chemicals in a test tube
Boiling over and splashing everything
Too much!
How am I supposed to think
With everything in the world
Happening at once?
Every action I make
Changes tomorrow’s shape,
Every breath I take
Is a breath taken from a drier mouth
Perhaps I should stop acting,
Take my last bow, and leave the stage
For good.
Even that will change what happens.
I guess there is nothing I can do
Except go with the flow.

Interweb

Connected at the deepest level
Every reaction affects everyone
A raging river to the sea
Soaking all to the bone.
I need a break from this world.
The important things in life
Falling apart to the collisions
For every honking horn
Every step taken in the right direction
A line to a circle.
Breathing in the chaos of life
Thirsting for more.
Just pick up the pieces,
Broken and scattered in the waters
It can be put back together, but
Nobody knows how it fits.
No actions I can take to stop it,
The flow of the ocean.


Spidernet / Interweb

An interlocking series of events / Connected at the deepest level
Each one fueling another reaction / Every reaction affects everyone
Chemicals in a test tube / A raging river to the sea
Boiling over and splashing everything / Soaking all to the bone.
Too much! / I need a break from this world.
How am I supposed to think / The important things in life
With everything in the world / Falling apart to the collisions
Happening at once? / For every honking horn
Every action I make / Every step taken in the right direction
Changes tomorrow’s shape, / A line to a circle.
Every breath I take / Breathing in the chaos of life
Is a breath taken from a drier mouth / Thirsting for more.
Perhaps I should stop acting, / Just pick up the pieces,
Take my last bow, and leave the stage / Broken and scattered in the waters
For good. / It can be put back together, but
Even that will change what happens. / Nobody knows how it fits.
I guess there is nothing I can do / No actions I can take to stop it,
Except go with the flow. / The flow of the ocean.

Lalala, I graduate tomorrow! ...WHAT?!?

So, I haven't updated in a while. Yeah...I have to try and get back on track, too much has happened and slipped from my mind to never touch the pages of this brilliant blog. So I'll just spit out some random stuff to try and cover 2 weeks:

I graduate high school tomorrow. OH MY GOD.
I leave for camp on Sunday and will be gone all summer. OH MY GOD.
I'm trying to get an apartment and a job for college in the fall. OH MY GOD.
I actually started to enjoy my life in the last couple weeks. OH MY GOD.
I cleaned my room. Its actually clean this time. OH MY GOD.

Now that I have the "OH MY GOD" things out of the way, here are some more random tidbits:

1) The "OH MY GOD" things kinda correlate to finger lengths, don't you think?
2) I've actually done some sort of social activity for the past 2 weekends. Its a new record!
3) I discovered Touhou, a crazy video game series. Its a scrolling shooter (like Space Invaders) only more insane. I like it for the characters and music, but the enemy fire is amazing. I can't describe it in words. Here are some screenshots, conveniently placed in one image file:


Plus, the characters, relationships, and plot are all highly developed. Its a series worth looking into, in my opinion. And I usually end up forcing other people to look at it by constantly talking about it or spamming their facebook profiles ;^_^ I'm so annoying...
4) I'm actually attempting to make friends recently, instead of hiding in the background.
...its not working too well. And I don't handle rejection well, either. So recently I've had severe self-esteem issues, to the point where I lock myself in the closet for hours and beg my stuffed animal overlords to make people like me. The problem is that I can't tell if people like me or not, so I automatically assume the worst. If I can just get over that...shoot, I'm being all depressing again. I have to stop that =/
5) I almost beat Brawl! Only 10 stickers left...
6) I suddenly developed a bizarre love for the accordion. I can't get enough of it. Seriously, like anything with an accordion in it is golden.
7) I kinda lost track of what I was doing, so I don't have any other tidbits. I figured I'd round off at 7 instead of 6 though, I like 7 more than 6.
8) I like 8 more than 7 though, so this is the real last one.

Alright, enough of my nonsense. I'm leaving for camp all summer (as previously stated), so you won't hear from me much. I'll be home on weekends and might post then, and camp might have wifi this year! Woohoo! But yeah, umm, THE END

*This post is dedicated to the one who got me back on the blogging track. You know who you are. Thank you, AL. (Al? XD) (Sorry, Ashley)