September 2010
1 post
Symbiotic
She screams in frustration as she tugs at the membranous persona that clings to her exterior. Wrestling with the slightly formed shell, she reminds herself that it is not truth, it is perhaps her desire to impress, her defense against the new and unknown—a method to keep her intimate universe safe and echoing with solitude. In her fearful attempts to connect she merely renders herself more...
July 2010
1 post
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April 2010
5 posts
I wonder, if perhaps we all
Have our moments of summer
Those times when we love so deeply
But never see its return
Perhaps this is the meaning
Of the humanly cunundrum
And the heart that is still beating
Beneath my brittle sternum
No rhyme can sum this feeling
Into words and cadence measured
It is but half a puzzle
It’s solution never found
I’d give you hope and answers
...
PoeticArtifacts: 9 of 30 →
It’s 2010 And I wonder who will save chivalry…. Ladies……. I’m looking at you This is the time of equal opportunity and 3rd wave feminism I could use a princess in shining armor to pick up a tab on occasion, hold the door for me save me from the obnoxiously drunk girl who wears her life’s…
I have painted over the windows of my house
No light enters through the windows’ pane
The dangerous comfort of my home
Remains hidden behind the blackened stain
Scratch away that old and peeling paint
Its lonely purpose does not serve me anymore
It remains but as a vestige of resistance
Awaiting those who enter through the unlocked door
There is nothing left to express
That can be said in words
This book is closed
The ink in my veins run dry
March 2010
4 posts
A Video Game That Feels a Lot Like Life... →
“Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.”
– James M. Barrie
“I have a good head on my shoulders… the problem is I have a habit of...”
February 2010
30 posts
A Thought →
“A relationship is a negotiation between who you think you are and who they want you to be; an experienced player knows how to balance both sides of the equation, not holding too tightly to the former nor too generous with the latter, savoring the ability to navigate between these two poles.”
The Buried Life →
Passive Aggressive Notes: A Review of Last Night's... →
“Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in...”
– Charles Mackay
30 Chick Flicks in 30 Days →
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.”
– Maya Angelou
Katie West: I want to feel →
I figure out what kind of porn you look at by going through the cookies on your laptop. And then I look it up for myself; getting off to beautiful transsexuals fucking pretty blondes or maybe not so beautiful transsexuals sucking off very big men. Or two very average looking women, one with a…
In Praise of Passion →
Please let’s make more of a move towards passion and emotion.
Please.
I know I’m not deaf but I can be dumb
I hope I’m not dead but damn am I numb
Silence
Oh god the joy of silence
All those crazy voices in my head
To have them shut up
Shut off
My poetry…
Well maybe it suffers
But to escape torment
Even just for a while
God but reality is heaven
I wonder
Would I take the debt of being you?
Would I pay the price to live as you do?
From where I sit today it seems to high a cost
Although I fear my dreams have all been lost
The first thing I can feel is my toes. It is almost as though they are burning and I think of a hot knife pressed to flesh. Strange, that. I open my eye a crack and see a sliver of sun creeping through the blinds to land on my outstretched foot. The skin has turned pink, and I luxuriate in the singular sensation, all my focus drawn down to such a tiny patch. I wiggle and stretch each digit. The...
Schwick screams nail along paper’s fold
The secret message it used to hold
A melodious verse we bought and sold
What once had burned has now grown cold
Don’t send off your letters
Don’t say goodbye
Crumple your words
Mix them with pine needles and kindling
Forge your heart in the pyre
To be glued together with wood sap and ash
Enough
Enough
I’ve damned well had enough
Of feeling like I’m not enough
My words don’t matter
My thoughts don’t matter
We’re all just matter anyway
And those few times when I feel
More than too little
I am too much
Ripped apart at the seams
My polarity is my downfall
burning questions with jen louden, the comfort... →
“Without compassion for myself, I become a brittle depleted self-absorbed bore who hides in fear.”
“I want to say this and I want to say it with astounding clarity. Fuck. This....”
One fish
Three fish
Red fish
Green fish
Whatever happened to fishy two?
It killed itself for being blue
Infinite Jest, page 694
johnreha:
meaghano:
sometimesagreatnotion:
It’s of some interest that the lively arts of the millenial U.S.A. treat anhedonia and internal emptiness as hip and cool. It’s maybe the vestiges of the Romantic glorification of Weltschmerz, which means world-weariness or hip ennui. Maybe it’s the fact that most of the arts here are produced by world-weary and sophisticated older people and then...
The fog overtakes
Creeping quietly it’s tendriling fingers ensnare my mind
Wrapping around my brainstem it grows
It’s vines pry open the folds and slither deep inside
Slowly suffocating
This ivy is not indigenous
It’s poisonous
Cancerous
Pry it out
Call together teams of schoolchildren
Let them pull the weeds
Please stop filling my head with dreams that will never come true
For a moment I find myself lifted
But the wings of your visions take me too close to the sun
And once again I plummet
No waves to catch me
Only concrete
And the gasp of pedestrians
As they pass my crumpled body
Though my heart still beats for you
If only I could look in your eyes
And believe what I see
I’d fly once again
...
Words suddenly seem lacking
There once was a time when
My heart was black enough
To fill this page with ink
But now my heart has been through battles
And has grown purple through its wounds
Though my soul is withered
The warmth of the sun
Will see leaves budding anew
Though, like they say
Nothing gold can stay
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
– Martin Luther King Jr.
If the musical number is telling the truth
And the opposite of war isn’t peace but creation
It would certainly follow that until I am no longer at war with my Self
My only creation will grow from dragon’s teeth and blood
Well, I am not looking for an army of demons
And Rome wasn’t built in a day
So let’s call a truce, shall we?
And come over to my side to just play
Clues on the Treasure Hunt to Find My Bliss
Times I remember feeling that deep, calming, liquid bliss:
Preparing dinner for my family at Christmas
Hanging out with the Woodside crew after group therapy listening to Spaceship Martini when everyone was in good spirits
Watching the snowfall and drinking hot chocolate with my roommate
Walking on a sunny day with the person I’m in love with (this has been a constant in relationships)
...
“The way to find out about your happiness is to keep your mind on those moments...”
– Joseph Campbell
I want to speak the truth
I want to set it free
Please let me speak
Just let me speak
Just let me out
Just hear my voice
Just read my mind
Just set me free
I’m trapped in here
I’m locked inside
The bottle of my mind is near to bursting
An effervescent explosion of my thoughts
Shake the drink and take of what is offered
Let the lid fly off with a resounding pop
January 2010
14 posts
“The majority of my life people have been telling me to be myself. Well,...”
me: So I'm thinking of this for my business cards
Tell me what you think
M. Kelly
Freelance Muse, Creative Gun for Hire
?
Or should it be
M. Sicotte-Kelly
Or
Megg Sicotte-Kelly
or
Artizenne
Sydney: How about...
Mary Jane Kelly
Private Eye
Me: :P
Sydney: Public Eye?
me: M. J. Kelly
Freelance Muse, Creative Gun for Hire
Sydney: This is quite a claim.
Do you have any musing references?
me: A few.
Sydney: Alright.
It's very much a Hollywood business card. It means nothing, but sounds very impressive.
me: Pretty much.
That's the thing.
What do I call myself?
Aspiring actress?
Poet?
Blogger?
Craftster?
Creator?
Production Accountant?
Confused?
Sydney: Biped?
me: Artist?
Humanoid.
Sydney: I like biped better.
Keeps a little mystery.
I mean, 'cause I'd call wondering if you'll be a chicken or a velociraptor or what...
1 tag
Leaving kittens in the wild can be a dangerous thing
They will not grow into fat sleek housecats
But feral feline females
Ferocious and fickle
But I suppose that works for dogs
Who have not been kept in pens
A little boys who’ve learned
Just how to play at being men
At last there came a day when she realized the old ways were not working anymore
That silence and libraries need not be tied, for minds made far better fiction than books
And there is much that speaks louder than words
Going to the library often makes me ill
The excitement of all the books in rows
Completely overcomes me
My stomach turns
It is the same feeling when I think of trying something new
And living just as one
Not two
I leave my love in your turning hands
Make a ring of your circles
Wrap them around my heart
Keep it from breaking again
1 tag
Sydney: I just killed my diet this week.
Murdered it.
Mutilated the body...
me: How bad?
Sydney: I ate an entire wedding cake.
Before the wedding too...
me: Day-um
Sydney: nods and hangs his head
me: taps your nose with a rolled up newspaper
bad puppy
Sydney: I am nobody's puppy!
me: Psh.
What are you then, hm?
Sydney: Just another community of single celled organisms collectively trying to survive due to some primal universal instinct of diversification.
me: :D