Monday, August 27, 2012

i have so many things to tell you



I have so many things to tell you,
and not enough time to sit and actually tell you.
Day job - takes time.
Coworker's staccato laugh & immense dislike of the sound of my typing
prevents me from jotting ideas.

Type quickly.
Perhaps to the beat of her staccato laughing.

I ponder God, and listen
to the buzz of my anxiety.
I have so many things to tell you, says God,
but not enough time to sit
so I can actually tell you. Your buzzing gives me a headache.

So does that staccato laughing, I reply.

Where were we.
Ah yes, the sound of life;
clicking keys
(I just received an evil eye)
ticking hands,
calendars on fire,
and mustered courage
to punch the clock.
I will sit and write
the things I've been meaning to tell you.
















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Sunday, August 12, 2012

when Gotye won the internet

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First he dominated the world with this song.

Millions and millions of people liked it, loved it, responded to it, downloaded it, played it on repeat, and some even recreated it in their own way. So many people have remade Gotye's song, some have parodied it, many more have remixed it. Essentially: it's permeated the music world and people's brains. We just can't get it out of our heads.

As if that wasn't enough, now Gotye has officially "one upped the entire internet" (JRamundi, youtube commenter). Turn up your speakers & enjoy.


Thursday, August 9, 2012

Greenland.


If someone could phone their friend in Greenland,
and ask them to stop by,
that would be fantastic.

I'm only one continent away
(Greenland)
from world domination being read the world over.

Unless the North and South Pole also count as continents,
in which case my confidence shall be hit;
who among the polar bears and penguins reads the internet?

So anyway.
If someone could phone their friend in the North Pole
and their friend in the South Pole
and their friend in Greenland,
and ask them to stop by,
that would be fantastic.


Greenland, you are beautiful.
Come read my blog.







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Wednesday, August 8, 2012

hope is a leaning flower



photo via sophie oetling

hope needs a flower to lean
upon; a stem to call its own.
the intertwining way it
works will fortify my
home; though my walls all
crumble, my doorway
blocked with shade, hope
leans upon a flower,
and beckons me the way.

where is the flower to lean
upon, here amidst the drone
of noises which surround me
in the void of truest homes?
I miss the future shapes;
I miss a world, I don't.
I look upon a flower,
and pray it leads
to hope.

© afterthoughtcomposer