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]]> ~subthricecity http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/19030727/ http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/19030727/ Wed, 25 Jun 2008 00:43:55 PDT so, i am unable to sleep, for the past few hours i have been traveling through my subtle confusion, perpetrating my days and prodding at my nights. now i know some of this may read as trite, but i wrote a few things and wanted to jot them down here.

dedicated: further & simplicity & doug, my english professor

This feeling.
The contradictory mindfucks of abstractions and actualities.
The torn sinews of my overflowing heart,
the ideals of things and people not my own.
The nostalgia in red wine,
the porchlight dangling by the wayside.
Add me and subtract me, manipulate me until I am whole.
I charter the oceans of magnificent lovers and worrisome indolence,
dance in the torrents of affairs and electricity.
I burn to a crisp,
choke in my ashes,
and dissipate into the atmosphere.
I am a renegade, a lover, a leader, a faithless mercenary, a hopeless cadaver, an undisputed mecca, a lonely human being.
I am all and I am nothing,
waiting in constant movement for the belief that I will one day be something more,
in the truth that one day I will reach absolute zero.

-

There are some moments I can't bear the loneliness of honest love.
Some days when i can't bear to hear that word, and all the convoluted meanings it procures.
We are fated to submit, I know.
I just can't accept the process.
The ones we love so blindly,
the ones who wear our weary hearts.
The striking sunrise,
the stunning repose of nature.
The seconds of worship,
minutes of doubt,
hours of perforating inability.
Inability to be any more than we are.
We will never be a fading star,
a cup of green tea,
a traipsing ambiance,
an orb of light,
a fantastic read,
a breathtaking song,
a water lily,
another human being.
Our imaginations can only wander so far,
for we are merely another scientific fact, another organism on this earth, a minute millisecond in the historical evolution.
We can only travel so far into the future before we fall apart.
There are some moments I can't bear the loneliness of honest love,
for those moments are running an infinite loop in the baseline of my existence.
But despite the reckless emptiness,
amidst the human turmoil,
above the screeching injustices,
I forgive the foreboding song,
and I surface in a beautiful dream.
We can only be true to the love we feel and see.
We can only forge a merciless thought, beyond the dual vision, beyond religiousities, beyond ignorance and chaos, that there is nothing greater than a magnificent unknown encapsulating a perpetual belief. For, that is all 'love' means.

-

I feel this overwhelming wave, a gargantuan storm, a deity-stricken force coming over me.
An emptiness that fills me whole, for there is no internal peace known to man. There is no finality, excluding death.
I stumble in a world of objects and creatures,
I stutter among the incoherent and sing among the intellects.
But I am nobody's savior, and they are not mine.
I want to express these wormhole thoughts, these jumbling paradoxes, these quirky idiosyncrasies, this hated love.
In the eyes of another, I wish to be whole.
I wish to be whole in my sore wordplay, my somber revelations, my human condition.
It is said, man's greatest fear is alienation.
I am suffocated by empty beings, cold atoms, clever robots.
They run the world now,
they amass the public
and swarm through every corner of our memories and moments and futurescapes.
Pity is not my mistress,
and I shall know no equal.
Mere expressions abstract our true meanings, and we are left with not a soul in this world to hold on to.

-

A fraction of a second. A percentage of that fraction. A statistical probability of that percentage. An abstraction of that probability. An expression of that abstraction. A translation of that expression. A painting of that translation. A photo of that painting. A PORTRAIT OF COMMUNICATIVE DISTORTION.
..i suppose we shall 'make the best' of whatever it is we cannot fully comprehend.

-

Time.
Rules the living.
This is why
sometimes,
I feel like I'm dying.
I'm dying to reinvent time,
and reinvent living.
THE WAYS IN WHICH WE CEASE TO LIVE ARE VASTLY OUTNUMBERING THE WAYS IN WHICH WE DO.

-

...And, back to square one.
An inexplicable confusion.
An overwhelming sense of loss - of what, I'm not sure.
A searing sense of nostalgia.
A burning remnant of love.
How will we ever survive the indifference?
I don't want to suppress this inner rage, a sense of vengeful truth.
I want to feel the weight of my stubborn passion,
but above all... ]]> ~subthricecity http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/18886290/ http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/18886290/ Tue, 17 Jun 2008 05:23:45 PDT
when i get drunk at bars and run out of smokes, i use the box to write a piece of poetry on.

it keeps things interesting.

]]> ~subthricecity http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/17786313/ http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/17786313/ Thu, 10 Apr 2008 19:56:44 PDT It gets pink from time to time,
when it hits the tree bark just right,
jutting into the places that peel back
creating a luminescence of flesh and
traipsing with the valor of empty collarbone.
And in the distance,
it does not sway.
Instead, it stays right there,
centered like tangerine heartbeat,
photosynthesizing the new leaves,
bartering with the onset of touring darkness.
We try to capture it,
put it into words,
through pictures and mediums of art,
to place the sweeping exhale
and shocking inhale
of gorging sunset.
Sit back, enjoy the view.
It's drowning slowly with immortal innocence,
whilst we're dancing in its rays
with human fallacy
and the nomadic shuffle.


hi all, for the few lovely people still believing i might exist... recently rediscovered internet and my newly fixed laptop. i am returning, and much more after may begins and university calms down.. how is everyone? please feel free to email me.

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an older one. for you, honey.

Oh by the way
I'm moving to Beijing, China in April and never looking back.
Fuck America, capitalist bullshit.

]]> ~subthricecity http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/15002077/ http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/15002077/ Wed, 10 Oct 2007 14:59:47 PDT I hold back my words, and I'm starving. Emptiness caves into itself in the pit of my existence, extending past numerical infinities of mortal hunger. Letters of four letter words introvert an intestinal untangling, as if over time the sucralose nectar of manmade sugars has been unraveling the lining of my soul. Repression expressed through simple Neanderthal grunts, etching the beauty scraping the roofs of our mouths, pulled like barbed wire through our teeth, painted like pigs blood upon the skyline's descent. I see you with a twisted egoist’s backbone stretching blotched skin upon the small of your back, pressing a spinal extension of what you believe happiness to look like: a catlike smile, with moth eaten lips. Don't you know, before your tangible and absent incarnations, I loved you in your mobility? I loved you with wordless desire and waves of despair undulating the torrents of sound waves and petty stoutness of air molecules. The happiest men are those with specks of granite in their eyes and a body with the contour of quarried stone. No smiles, no need to play the game of placing puzzle pieces together that had serrated edges - a happy man knows that disappointment is found in the hearts of those with female fits; and he looks to you, helping your ringing ears with the sounds of invented lives. He helps you breathe your sullen breaths, he helps you stomach your dullish life. You? You try your best to sway in monotonous dance, an indifferent melody cut with shreds of habit and absence of knowledge. You fabricate bodily stones; twist like transforming wax. You melt with unseeking eyes, you die within the silence of your own dreams, playing certain of having all the time in the world to make up for the curiously unaware and thoughtless meandering of whitewashed hearts and exalted eyes. You don't even try. Not that you ever have, for the teeming, taut canvas dripping with colored splotches, nor for the clustered raisins of oiled paint that beg for your odorless throat.
You live in colorless film
Synapses of framed moments
No gentle, slow movements
Veins pulsing in antigravity
Each morning you walk the steps of silent theatre
Sans beauty, sans the douse of light fit for honest expression
Your god, a playwright
Your life, a consecration of suffocating void
Your pose, that of an ossified statue
Your words, outstretched for abstractions of nothingness
Your love takes me by the hand and leads me out the door.







Best Friends are ABSTRACTIONS. You stupid drug-addicted girl, you let it all fade.

]]> ~subthricecity http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/14240161/ http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/14240161/ Sun, 19 Aug 2007 12:24:00 PDT broken seashells and poseidon-worthy crests of the ocean's waves. it's a crushing fight between reality and beauty. most people wander through their lives blindly, never bothering to ask the questions without answers. little is it known that it is those questions that open the mind and enlighten the soul, despite its depressing theme and neverending, frustrating, and opaque existance. sometimes it takes an infinite amount of unanswerable questions to experience life in the ever-popular and persistant way of numbed and mere settling.
the slow and unsteady process of coming to terms with a torn greyish reality. gravity's a fact, we all get pulled down on occasional starless nights. i ask myself, every fathomable second, it would seem, why this world and all its creatures are unified in an eternal indecision. the thoughts rush through my soul, and when conversing over my hand and a spoon gently stirring foam atop a hot latte, i find with disappointment that language corners but never nears the ability to touch my expressions. dictating belief is an awkward battle with self, learning to accept that words are weak and it's a constant barrier, shielding our ability to genuinely connect with another person.
caught like a speck of marbled rock by the wind, it becomes too easy nowadays for a plethura of excuses, swallowing colonies of would-be individuals. religion, where salvation is the vocalization and submition to the idea that mortals are temporal and broken, awkward creatures, merely deserving of a higher power's pity. technology, creating new escapes and further grips of reality.
alas, there will always remain the classic escape.. the emotional and physical turnaround. maybe it takes a moment of "this isn't right," "this isn't what i want," "this isn't what i need," or uncontrollable fear. human nature creates a lonely and bleak approach towards belief. inevitable unpredictability in ones self, for we all do things that we never thought we could or would, as well as in others, for they cannnot fully know themselves either.. the inevitable and

drifting into oblivion and a destination that could never exist. i'm done.. sometimes silence is the most comforting sound.



uhh yeah don't call me emo, this was written during a time i was heavy into things that i wouldn't recommend to ya.

]]> ~subthricecity http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/5279226/ http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/5279226/ Thu, 05 May 2005 20:38:18 PDT We could let this love be the fading sky
We could drift all night until the new sunrise
Pass me a drink or maybe two
One for me and one for you
And we'll be free
There's nothing in between
What we are, what we see
We are just on a life boat sailing home
With our drunken hearts and our tired bones
Well I just take one last look around
Yeah and every place feels like a familiar town
And now we're free and don't you wanna be
Free from time to time a little ]]> ~subthricecity http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/5251169/ http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/5251169/ Mon, 02 May 2005 20:44:41 PDT
Almost summertime, I'm so excited. That means, ..China, warmth, and Virginia Beach.. Maine and NY. I'm stoked (haha). But it's still cold over here, 60's mainly. Partly cloudy forcast for the next month, I swear.

Hi Errol you're very cute and I haven't heard from you in a while. And so much love to my pretty friend who climbs parking garages with me. So, I haven't been here in a year or more but I guess I'll just start up again. Only a little bit. I'll be seeing you around. ]]> ~subthricecity http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/2187776/ http://subthricecity.deviantart.com/journal/2187776/ Fri, 09 Apr 2004 17:42:57 PDT
The sun was setting and all I could see in the sky were three airplanes and three bird silouettes. I spent that minute thinking of the people I'd love to spend that moment with, and it made me sad because none of those people were thinking of me.

Walking home and the stars were out, I wanted more than anything to lay on the grass of the football field and stare up. But if I had, I know I would have ended up feeling alone, because Sam would have already left and finished the walk without me. And there I'd lay, thinking of people who weren't thinking of me.

I realize things get repetative, and when I got home no one noticed we were gone. And I wish it didn't bother me. But it was sixty degrees out and all I could think of was being inside. ]]> ~subthricecity