I’d sell my soul to the devil just for a day when I don’t feel so hopeless and gray. If it meant I’d find a lover, I’ll sign the dotted line. Just take the pain away, if only for a day, and you can have my soul, to hell and damnation I’ll happily go. Just let me rest my lips, one last time, my final kiss, the fireworks, the heavenly bliss, before my final day. To hell and damnation! If it’s the only way.
This is something that I wrote for my creative writing class as an exercise in sensory detail. Now this is something that any writer can do and I promise you it will be a good relaxing exercise for those who feel their work may be lacking some detail to really tie everything together. Or you may just want to do it to kill some time and enjoy the scent of your favorite candle  while you write. In my opinion it really helps to keep your eyes closed when you write everything down because you really allow the scent of your chosen candle to transport you to an entirely new world. One you may have never visited before. Or one that you know like the back of your hand. Either way, I hope you all enjoy the passage 🙂
As I close my eyes, I sense a faint light in front of me. The source comes from a fluttering flame, attempting to find a balance in its chaotic existence; burning its wick without fear or choice of an inevitable end. I imagine the color of the glass enclosure; simulate for the hue of coconut pulp, and inside lays a molten wax of similar origin.  I am sure a factory in distant lands used some of the precious coconut meat to extract part of this fragrant bouquet gently massaging my olfactory receptors. The scent takes me back to a beach of an exotic locale as a motion picture plays behind  closed eyelids. I can feel the sand bursting between my toes with each step as I make my way out of the warm, translucent water. With each bound, I grow closer to an intoxicating aroma filled with fresh coconut –as mentioned -, pineapple and a slight citrus note here and there -a tangerine tree maybe?- at any rate it seems to be coming in and out of range with the ever-changing sea breeze. Back to reality as I open my eyes and see the white-glass candle sitting in front of me, still lit with determination. The sea-breeze turns out to be just the buffeting fan in my room. As I blow the flame away, it smolders and gives off its last remnants of the tropics as the emblazoned wick returns to its black, carbonized state.Â
So today I start my second job at a Hobby shop in my hometown so I won’t be very active on my blog for the day. Don’t fret, for I will not be a walking zombie during work since working at a hobby store has been a dream of mine since I was a kid haha. Just think about it, I get paid to fly RC helicopters, play with games like Rock ’em Sock ’em Boppers and Mouse Trap and watch the “Company Dog” named Chloe, chase the micro helicopters as they ascend to the vast reaches of the low hanging ceiling. In short, Chloe is now a deadly warrior in the art of aerial warfare.
So with that boring nonsense, I’ll give you all one passage later tonight when I get off. WIll it be sad? Will it be happy? Will it even be a poem? Who knows, so stay tuned folks!
Oh and wish me luck! This is my first retail job after all 🙂
Since the Dexter series began in 2006, I was fascinated with the “Dark Passenger” concept and I wrote my own poem to reflect the battles I’ve had with my own “Dark Passenger”. Albeit without the murderous tendencies of Dexter in the actual series. I hope you all enjoy.
EDIT: In order to give credit when credit is due, I must also commend GlassJaw (Band) for inspiring me to write about my “Dark Passenger” in this light. If you listen to some of their music; you will see what I mean. 🙂
I’m dead you’re fed get out of my head!
How did you even get in?!
I was fine before you
Now I can never go back
You took the first shot
Injected your poison with urgency
My limbs they seize
Lips speaking of sin
Dark passenger resurrectionÂ
(I was fine, now I pine my time)
(pine it away with a quick line)
(Take my tequilla with no lime)
(This time is mine to pine)
(for whatever time is left of mine)
This ghost I thought was dead
Waits to claim a bounty on my head
Hoofing and snarling
demands to take the reigns
This dark passenger
Returns in your name
Dont you see what you have done?!
You sing the song unsung
Now my soul is taken by another
A soul much darker than your mothers
It laughs at my attempts to pursuade
I try as my memories fade
trapped with one way out
It begs me to never doubt
“This is for the best”
“please take your last breath”
Do you hear Its words?!
“This is for the best!”
The fear it grows
“Take your last breath!”
of dying alone
“It was for the best”
Now my head is laid to rest…
Years have gone by since I needed so bad to let go
My thoughts racing as I drive my ass home
I cant believe its been another night with you blown
I try to turn to my words while being confused by your own
(still cant get this shit straight)
I turned to the one thing always on my side (a puff then a rip… OH ease my mind)
Not much else to do when you are immune to my charm
And getting close to you is like leaping the great wall
An impossible feat; at least I’d give it my all
Yet here I am with my tail between my legs, cutting my losses and limping home
(feeling the need to be so numb, so gone, so blown)
Oh what a beautiful night with a shooting star so bright.
Only to find your face plaguing my mind
I suppose a wish would still make this moment right
A first chance? A second chance? Or to not give a shit anymore?
Option three is tempting, but I’ll wish for a fourth
This star came as a surprise, the same way you came into my life
And every time you come back, you leave without a goodbye
But do you ever think about your actions?
Or the consequences that will ensue?
I do every night when my thoughts find their way to you
But do your thing and push them away, that’s your chosen way
(Take a puff, mind at ease. why does thinking of you make me crazy?!)
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I miss:
Your smile
Your eyes
Your hair
Your sense of humor
Your laugh
Your pouty face
Your epic rap skills
Your voice
Your appetite for chocolate cake
Your music
The look you get when you are thinking
The way I feel around you
Watching cartoons with you
Driving you to work
Having coffee with you
Taking you to the movies
Laughing at the same parts
You pointing out pretty women in starbucks
Even though I had the prettiest one sitting in front of me.
Am I a fool to dream of normality? Do I wake up every day lurking toward formalities? Just to say what I  never mean; the dean of all things screened. This thing wrings dry dreams. As long as you scream they tear at your seams until the cries die and the tempest collides… Leaving a war torn path forcing cads to a toaster-bath, aside their suit and stash, powdered nose; I can’t, Let the passenger inside take the lantern in stride or face judgment in HIS eyes; a coward’s demise.
The demon stowed amidst angel wings,
Flaunts an unaffected gait, treading o’er embers of her kings.
Her smile, a fallacy of warmth. Her kiss, a hollow oath.
Though she speaks of a sage, a martyrdom she sculpts;
Feigning love and desire, yet in her own heart, never raged a fire.
Always of lust, never of love. Passion for, “None of the above”.
None grand as the blaze which I’ve stoked to life in my own.
And none grand as the infernos doused by her rein of preconceived notions…
SHEÂ Â is a temptress with an angelic guise; the inevitable fall from emerald eyes.
Today I thought I would expose one of my favorite pieces of writing that I have been slowly working on for about a year. It was first intended to be a song, yet my musical talent is wanting. I guess the only reason I continued writing it was in the hope of one day becoming an overnight vocalist. Alas, this did not happen. So, this brings me to what I really wanted to say…
I have a challenge for all you kind humans of the blogosphere or whatever means were used to view this blog. More particularly the musically inclined sector. I would like YOU to take the lyrics below and make them into something. It doesn’t matter what sort of music you put behind it (although I always imagined Frank Sinatra bellowing the tune in a smoky room) or how you sing it. I would absolutely love to see something made of this. If you want to rework the words to make it more “melodic” go for it.
For me, it doesn’t feel complete in its static form. I want to feel an eargasm from something I helped make. Even though the musical tune will be all you! So please, if these words mean something to you, and you have the ability to do something with them, then I give you full reign. The only thing I ask is credit for penning the lyrics.
I hope someone out there can make it happen. 🙂
Her Forbidden Kiss I can’t resist.
The benefits outweigh the risks.
I’d drive for days and walk through nights;
Just for a lift, from her lips, to new heights.
—
Here we sit, on this lazy Summer ‘noon
In the meadow, watchin’ the flowers bloom
And my lips, they croon, a lofty tune
In July, my oh my, this here July.
—
Soon my serenade entangles in the breeze
It carries through languid branches,
hung from sycamore trees
Spreading hope to those still blinded by lust
Lost in translation or failure to trust
—
Oh, the sights these forests reap.Â
Surely’d turn you red in the cheek
For lover’s embrace’s no stranger to,
Mother nature’s reach
—
Oh how she melts when our eager lips meet
Knowing mere mortals can shine brighterÂ
Than the sun she concedes.
—
In the green fields we lay frozen, a moment for eternity
Locked in a gaze, my inhibitions she razed.
But my soul shattered…
—
For soon reality steals the grin from a saint
Her words become stone as “goodbye” escapes rouge lips
I refuse with melancholy eyes. My cries,
fell irrelevant. Here in July.
—
She must be on her way. Her train due back in May.
So why do I die inside? How did I lose my pride,
On that fateful day? When love was in the air.
Dancing merrily to the song my heart did bare. Â
I can’t ignore, the smile you wore.
It breaks the sky
Into a blue heaven every time,
Even if only in my mind.
I know you can’t be here tonight, I won’t fright
I’ll keep my wishes flowing ’till daylight;
Shooting stars, 11:11
Snap the wishbone just to get keep them flowing.
One of them has to catch soon,
They can’t all be lies
Or else what am I fighting for,
if not a chance to be yours?
A chance to show what I can bring to your life
To show you that I can be wrong
and I can be right
Just a human at your service,
to break at will
Or embrace me with the heart I know so well
You are why my skies still hold their hue
With your smile, a troubled sky subsides to blue.
The Way it Goes 