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Saturday, March 14, 2009

my body lies over the ocean . my body lies over the sea .

wednesday .
wednesdays .
changing for now, coming back later.
Twelfth Night is starting up this wednesday. ..


there's a new ACT contract I had to sign .
ugh.,
I hate it.
all the things I did wrong,
all the things I seem to find hard to avoid.
a new adventure .
a new song .
a new star being born in my galexy of memories .


I have the feeling I want to play Feste.
He's a clown .
He's sweet .
He's funny .
Meghan Wales will probobly end up with the part .
but who knows ?
Matt knows me . and I was funny in HSM .
[ well thats what i was aiming for ]
I hope I get a part I enjoy .
It'll distract me from the annoying people I'm forbidden to make fun of.


Dear Jamie,
I've got a Letter I would like to send.
It's lacking strings of words with punctuation at the ends.
But should I trust this dialect,
to convey the right effect?

Dear Jamie,
I've got some things I'd like to set in pen.
I would have used a pencil but that's just not permenant.
Should I trust my printers ink,
To express the things I think?

Every time I tried my best to think of something to contest with
Inside jokes and other folks who've got much more to say.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

When Two Worlds Collide .


the future seems so far away .
farther away then the days i look back on today.
farther away then the songs my heart sung yesterday.
flying through a field of daisys or walking through a river of soft smooth stones,
neither will ever prepare for a beach with sand made of knifes.
each stepdigging deeper into the souls of shoes,
until they easily slide through unsuspecting toes.