Sunday, February 22, 2015

EE Cummings

anyone lived in a pretty how town

E. E. Cummings1894 - 1962
anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn’t he danced his did.

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn’t they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone’s any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain

Friday, February 20, 2015

It's my year Goddamnit!


     I was told it was going to be my year.  I've had seven years of bad luck and looked forward to a hopeful New Year.  Instead, the first week in has been tattered with disappointments, which wasn't much of a surprise.  I have been making graduate school transactions.  Nothing comes cheap. 

      My soul is starting to disappear into foreign lands without me.  I watch other people believe their lives are stable and on a track to something better.  They are unreasonably optimistic with their pitiful stale lives.  Instead, I still believe being a raging realist is my best hope.  I would rather understand all my flaws in their purity than to be unimaginative and dead.  I have a good 5 decades left in me to make a little havoc and still I can't seem to create a difference in my own stupid mentalities.  

     Money is never a commodity that continues to make myself sick.  I'm ready to vomit green cash all over the floor.  You aren't good with words.  Sometimes you make me want to walk in front of a bus.  I don't even know if that would be at all useful or worth my time.  I can't take the stress.  It has shown to effect my health, and will continue to destroy my creativity. 

    I am trapped within my own self-made restraints.  Until I can see what path to take, I will never get out of here alive.  If possible, I will pull you down with me at all costs.  I was told it was going to be my year and since that doesn't look possible, I won't let it be your year either. 

Sunday, February 15, 2015

Ocean Views

     I sat overlooking the ocean. It was so beautiful as the seagulls flew overhead. I couldn't imagine anything more beautiful than the ocean.  It ate my heart and whispered sweet nothings.  I slept on the beach all night and woke up to the morning sun and dew.  They kissed me good morning and reminded me that there is so much more than achievement to be experienced.  I am worth more than what I have been able to accomplish because there is always another day to experience something even more beautiful. 

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Insert: You haven't done that yet!

Insert: I offer you more than just free dinner; I also come with pots full of steeping hot coffee for your addiction!

Further, I do not tell you how to drive, what books to read or not to read, umm and I don't mess with your child kitty cat Reagan, and I don't stop you from seeing other men... What else do you expect from me? 

~Qing Zhu

Expectations should not be expected

My expectations are little to none;
I enjoy free dinner but if I expect anything else I will be disappointed.

I want to have more faith in our interactions and dream like other people do.
I will not be slighted by your tricks,
And I now know that you do not have one magic bone in your body.

I have watched so many people become disappointed years later in lifeless marriages. 
What they soon expect when their spouse expires is to upgrade to another newer model;
Thinking that something new will somehow be better. 

Still, I will not expect anything in return.
Free dinner is within my frame of mental constructs. 
Expectations should not be expected; 
Only surprises will be entertained.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

I'm running out of Chess Pieces

Applying to graduate schools makes me feels less human than I did when I woke up.
My GRE scores are only average;
They probably want something a little more unattainable. 

Coffee keeps me dreaming and sober. 
All I want to do is escape, even though that probably won't be any more fruitful. 
I can't believe this is what I'm amounting too.
I always thought I would be able to manifest myself into something better. 

I can't seem to gain anything, only cut out bad habits.
Being reasonable isn't significantly working.



I'm trapped in my house, being held hostage by the Fed-Ex team. 
I want this mystery package if it kills me. 
I won't leave unless I run out of coffee, then I will just have to forfeit the package.