"It never hurts to try, but it does when you do."
"Stupid is when you figure it out."
"Not much can be said when not much is done."
-David M.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Repercussions
Life is a trial of many things. One can not choose to be cowardly and avoid punches that are already laid out for them. Run head first, get knocked down and see how long it takes you to recover. Being brave is hard. :/
-David M.
-David M.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
A Short: Tearing My Own Paper Heart
On my way to the A+A building, a funny thought occurred as I was walking. It was probably influences from the Mayer Hawthorne music video, "Just Ain't Gonna Work Out".
The scene goes as such, a young man is walking with a cut out of a heart constructed from red construction paper. He approaches the young woman shyly. He slowly and hesitantly hands her the paper heart. She slowly takes it from, and she holds it close. Her expression isn't so much joy, but a slight confusion. The young man is quiet, he then takes the heart back. With the heart in his hands he pulls at it, shredding it to confetti. He tosses it up in the air then walks away. The young woman is confused.
I don't know why I was thinking of that, it gave me a chuckle though.
-David M.
The scene goes as such, a young man is walking with a cut out of a heart constructed from red construction paper. He approaches the young woman shyly. He slowly and hesitantly hands her the paper heart. She slowly takes it from, and she holds it close. Her expression isn't so much joy, but a slight confusion. The young man is quiet, he then takes the heart back. With the heart in his hands he pulls at it, shredding it to confetti. He tosses it up in the air then walks away. The young woman is confused.
I don't know why I was thinking of that, it gave me a chuckle though.
-David M.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Thoughts #5: Significance of the Clown
I've been listening to a lot of oldies lately. The term clown is used quite often. The terminology of clown is much different than it was before. Today, clown is used to describe someone that is ignorant, a buffoon, someone that you laugh at.
Back in the day, the term seem like such a romantic idea. A clown is someone to put on a face, to make one smile. Even though her heart is somewhere else, when she's down. The clown appears to cheer her up. He makes her laugh at the expense of his own feelings. A sense of endearment, though it might seem misleading, mischievous, and probably dishonest; even though it was initially for good intentions. The clown is always shot down, in the end he is alone. That is the tragedy.
I've been thinking about clowns too much; it's not a phobia or a phillia.
-David M.
Back in the day, the term seem like such a romantic idea. A clown is someone to put on a face, to make one smile. Even though her heart is somewhere else, when she's down. The clown appears to cheer her up. He makes her laugh at the expense of his own feelings. A sense of endearment, though it might seem misleading, mischievous, and probably dishonest; even though it was initially for good intentions. The clown is always shot down, in the end he is alone. That is the tragedy.
I've been thinking about clowns too much; it's not a phobia or a phillia.
-David M.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The Romantic
The Romantic
A small cell illuminated by a window.
Night framed in a cold wooden frame.
The stars are aligned, the moon is emptying.
A night painted for romance, but I am alone.
A small wooden radio plays on the shelf.
Old love songs echo in its empty chassis.
I never knew the tunes syncopated with my heart.
Heartbreak, loneliness resonated in my empty chassis.
A pen rests upon an empty page; a relationship inactive.
Imagination binds the two; the hand to draw the two.
Smiles are written, hands are held; experiences yet to exist.
Stories are fine. For me, stories are fine.
A single mattress with white sheets and pillow.
The only white in the room, the moon the only white in the sky.
Sleep is all I can do, dream is all I can do.
Love is only something to think about, love is only something to dream about.
The romantic…
A small cell illuminated by a window.
Night framed in a cold wooden frame.
The stars are aligned, the moon is emptying.
A night painted for romance, but I am alone.
A small wooden radio plays on the shelf.
Old love songs echo in its empty chassis.
I never knew the tunes syncopated with my heart.
Heartbreak, loneliness resonated in my empty chassis.
A pen rests upon an empty page; a relationship inactive.
Imagination binds the two; the hand to draw the two.
Smiles are written, hands are held; experiences yet to exist.
Stories are fine. For me, stories are fine.
A single mattress with white sheets and pillow.
The only white in the room, the moon the only white in the sky.
Sleep is all I can do, dream is all I can do.
Love is only something to think about, love is only something to dream about.
The romantic…
Monday, November 9, 2009
Never forget who you are & your goals!
Today as I was prepping for my Independent Study class. I pulled my sketchbook out, one which I use for my coding notes. I tossed it on the desk, and the book propped open. There was a note written in it, "Never forget who you are & your goals!" I wonder who wrote it? Was it from a previous classmate or professor, no, it can't be? Was it some jerk at Blick's that thought it'll be nice to leave a friendly note in a sketchbook pre-purchase? I wonder who wrote it? Whoever wrote it, made my day. That rarely happens so early in the morning.
-David M.
-David M.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
The Moon
I remember the night my feelings became clear; like the moon.
How long has it been? Since, I pointed out that I could see it.
Though, it wasn't as big as the night before, it's still as radiant.
Tonight the moon was full.
***Technically the full moon is tomorrow.
-David M.
How long has it been? Since, I pointed out that I could see it.
Though, it wasn't as big as the night before, it's still as radiant.
Tonight the moon was full.
***Technically the full moon is tomorrow.
-David M.
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