Books, Mental Health, Movies, Music, Poetry, Random, Uncategorized

Taking Requests

In an effort to improve my writing and get outside of my comfort zone and explore, I thought it would be fun to take requests from the audience. I’ll try my best to write on your selected topics or put words to pieces of art, in addition to the sporadically scheduled program. So let me know if:

1. You have a movie you want me to watch and review, e.g, see Movie Depth: Moonrise Kingdom (2012).

2. You have a book you want me to read and review. (I haven’t done one yet.)

3. You have a topic you want me to pen a poem or random thoughts about, e.g, Trust and Toxicity.

4. You have a piece of art that you want me to write a poem for (ekphrastic poetry), e.g. see Time/Awake, Part 6/Collaboration, Part 2

5. You have a song you want me to listen to and dissect, e.g. Song Depth: Heroin

6. You want any feedback on anything related to my personal mental health journey, e.g. D-Day.

Should be fun!

Books, Movies, Music, Poetry, Random

Life is Like a Tolkien Novel

I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them.” – Frodo, The Return of the King, where he leaves Sam blubbering as Sam is so wont to do.

Change is needed.

I tried dying my hair blue, but that just made it look black. Needed more. So, I shaved off the sides and dyed the tips nutmeg.

I have several tattoos, three of them quotes:

1) “Not all those who wander are lost.” – J.R.R. Tolkien (Got it in Elvish, though, ’cause duh.)

2) “Oh, the places you’ll go!” – Dr. Seuss (Ever read that book as an adult? It’ll tear asunder your allusions and make you crawl into a corner in the fetal position while contemplating your life.)

3) “Where must we go, we who wander this wasteland in search of our better selves?” – The First History Man, who isn’t actually a real man, but he’s quoted in the end credits of Mad Max: Fury Road (Existential, nihilistic, deep.)

Today, I added three more…

4) “Why do we fall?” – Thomas Wayne, later quoted by Alfred J. Pennyworth (If you’re still confused, it’s from The Dark Knight Trilogy. Thank you, Mr. Nolan.)

5) “Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” – Mary Oliver (To see grasshoppers like never before, read the full poem, “The Summer Day.”)

6) “May all that has been reduced to noise in you become music again.” – David Teems (I actually saw this quote left behind on a whiteboard when attending group therapy. I already have music on my ankle and it seemed like a sign from the universe.)

See the pattern? I refuse to get, “I refuse to sink,” inked on me, but I embrace the sentiment.

Life’s a journey. The winds are changing. It’s time for Mary Poppins to leave the Shire.

Go do something.

Books, Movies, Poetry

Love at First Sight?

Feedback welcome.

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I don’t believe in love at first sight
I might not even believe in true love
As Vulcan lore would tell you,
“It is not logical.”
Those butterflies I think I get when I see you
Are probably from that coffee I drank earlier
Or I might just be hungry
That wide eyed look?
I’m just trying to stay awake
Not trip on my own feet
Those times I hug you tight…
Well, who doesn’t like a good hug?
It’s actually a courtesy I do you
That moment I touched your face
I swear I saw some lint there
I only kept my hand on your thigh
To stop your nervous twitching
Let you know the night was going well
Our first kiss?
Ha, I maintain that you kissed me
I did not kiss you that time
Or the second…
Or the third…
That tingle I got after
Was just a chill from the night air
And who doesn’t feel giddy
After a few shots of good whiskey
In a nerd bar watching Jurassic Park
The day after First Contact Day.
We agreed to just be friends
I told myself not to let you under my skin
It’s not love I’m feeling in my bones
Just on An Unexpected Adventure
Like Bilbo or Frodo or Sam
I’ll return to the comfort of the Shire
Without you, of course
Because adventures have to end
I’ll be forever changed, though
I will think of you
Not because I could’ve loved you
But because on the day we met
I lost my yellow sunglasses
Not distracted holding your hand
Just careless
And you made a ridiculous joke
About being easy like Sunday morning
And I laughed
And that night, I smiled in sleep