Champagne Supernova- Oasis
There are certain songs that takes you back in time and this is one of them for me. Every time I listen to this song I get this feeling of nostalgia…remembering the heartfelt feeling of youth, summer, and hanging out with good friends.
potluckdream3r: The Black Keys- Lonely Boy Love the dancing in this video. It’s exactly how I would dance to this song if I knew how to dance.
they told me
They told me, “Do not write about the Moon, for that has been done for thousands of years.” They told me, “Write only what has touched your heart. Write only what has shaped your universe. Do not write about the Moon. Every new writer will.”
I wanted to scream when they told me that. I held a pen that had never been used, and they paused to let me make notes, to validate their formulaic writing advice with quick notes and bullet points. I never wrote down a word. The lecture continued on, but what they had muttered carelessly before kept running, ‘round and ‘round my broken mind. I wanted to scream when they told me that. I have never wanted to write about the Moon.
I want to write about the Sun.
I have been living all these years, these long years marked by the passing of false romances and growing wrinkles, to find the perfect way to write that exploding star that lives so near, and yet so far. Between us and She, there lies an eternal, impassable vacuum, where dreams go to die and wishes fly in the drowning, dark night. A scalding spot just above the horizon, She haunts us with her distance and her immediate presence. Does she think I cannot see her?
I watch her rise and fall, in opposition to my daily routines. She lives in perfect balance to me, imploding whilst I explode, resting while I scream. It is her fiery caramel skin that gives me rest, that calms my racing heartbeat when I awaken from that same old nightmare. I cannot count the number of times I have falling asleep, longing for her charcoal embrace, embers burning an immutable scar against my ribcage. My heart finds reason to pulse from the stimulants that are her eyes, a dark, passionate stare that sets my skin aflame, and memories to be flashed brilliantly across the film of cognition. The scent of a once-burning flame has permeated my lonely bedroom, where She once slept beside me.
The Sun was once a girl on this fleeting earth. She was born with two arms, two legs, ten fingers, ten toes, and passion. She sketched out her childhood with chalk on the driveway, an ever-expanding poem that was recorded in the brilliance of a rainbow against the mechanisms of humanity. She used to fly down hills, travelling in a timeless moment from the ocean to the desert, from the Amazon to the tropics. I never knew her then. I never knew her when she cradled her innocence within the palms of her hands, a secret she kept locked away from a divided home. I never knew her when she was whole. I only knew her when her purity had been defiled and her trust betrayed. That’s when that little girl became a reluctant woman, and the reluctant woman became the Sun. I fell in love with that Sun, as She fled this hurting world for the sanctity of empty space. She was tired, and her flesh was cut open. She began to burn. A star.
You see, I have fallen in love with this girl that burns. She consumes me with passion, with ferocity, with determination. The moon? I remembered that they taught me how to write—that they tried to teach me how to write. Why would I ever write about the Moon, when I could write about the Sun?
They cannot tell me how to write. They cannot tell me which words to put in front of others. I cannot tell myself that. All I know is that I write for the Sun. I write for my very own Star. Her.
(via shesanargonaut)
Criminal (Cover by Kawehi) - Britney Spears. Yesterday’s project.
potluckdream3r: This girl is amazing!! In love with her voice! I don’t even know the original song, but I love this!
An Almost Made Up Poem
I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
they are small, and the fountain is in France
where you wrote me that last letter and
I answered and never heard from you again.
you used to write insane poems about
ANGELS AND GOD, all in upper case, and you
knew famous artists and most of them
were your lovers, and I wrote back, it’ all right,
go ahead, enter their lives, I’ not jealous
because we’ never met. we got close once in
New Orleans, one half block, but never met, never
touched. so you went with the famous and wrote
about the famous, and, of course, what you found out
is that the famous are worried about
their fame –– not the beautiful young girl in bed
with them, who gives them that, and then awakens
in the morning to write upper case poems about
ANGELS AND GOD. we know God is dead, they’ told
us, but listening to you I wasn’ sure. maybe
it was the upper case. you were one of the
best female poets and I told the publishers,
editors, “ her, print her, she’ mad but she’
magic. there’ no lie in her fire.” I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’ happen. your letters got sadder.
your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all
lovers betray. it didn’ help. you said
you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and
the bridge was over a river and you sat on the crying
bench every night and wept for the lovers who had
hurt and forgotten you. I wrote back but never
heard again. a friend wrote me of your suicide
3 or 4 months after it happened. if I had met you
I would probably have been unfair to you or you
to me. it was best like this
Next Dimension- Nomak (Dynamic Meditation Album)
Falling Awake- Gary Jules
“And you know they’re gonna use
The things you love against you”
Shelter- the xx
Little Joy - Evaporar
Ludovico Einaudi- Nuvole Bianche (Original)
Somebody that I used to know- Pentatonix (goyte cover)
This is ridiculous amazing.
Somebody that I used to know- Gotye ft. Kimbra
