Something to read...
Sorry for the lack of updates kids. I haven't really been feeling the while Livejournal thing lately.. or for that matter the AIM thing or the communicating with people in general thing either. So, here is a poem for you all. Not mine of course.. but good nonetheless. Check her site out.
the circle of a complete thought
sometimes it happens in the middle of
the night
when everything is still except for the small patches of air
that move inwards
and retreat again like a silent origami unfolding itself
& there is a name we gave to the sudden chill,
two words on paper
one underneath your tongue
madness, we called this.
my own bout was flecked with the sensation of being asleep
when i was actually falling deeper into awake ness
my fingers found their own peculiar current
& i swam against it
because the residue was potent enough to remind me that i had
been there before,
and i would certainly be in line tomorrow
...
scene one:
the door is open eversoslightly
and there is a first kiss in the dark
one brief ripple of everything at once before it is closed again
camera pans out
a shot of him running through the wet grass towards the safety of the
brown lamp
on his nightstand
scene two:
never happened,
we replayed it so much that our encounter became fiction
( a reason for not staring at strangers in a book store )
scene three:
scene four:
scene five:
"you don't remind me of her" (he unbuttons her shirt)
scene six: in which the main character finds herself
in the middle of a crowded city populated by birds and
swiftwalking people where the only things that seem
to make any sense at all are the view from on top
& the comfortable feeling
of standing alone in the kitchen, bare feet
(cut)
...
i have several high chairs to climb upon
but i prefer the noise from where i sit cross-legged on the floor
your shoelaces at my mercy ( i couldn't help myself )
we write
loud whispering manifestos
to each other in the dark
& forget to properly sign our names to the end
(the fumbling with that string is terrifyingly good,
how could i stop after untying?
...
sometimes
it happens in the middle of the night
when everything is still
except for the small patches of air
that move inwards and retreat again
like a silent origami unfolding itself
madness, we called this
one word.
Ashley Ording
http://ashley.nu
the circle of a complete thought
sometimes it happens in the middle of
the night
when everything is still except for the small patches of air
that move inwards
and retreat again like a silent origami unfolding itself
& there is a name we gave to the sudden chill,
two words on paper
one underneath your tongue
madness, we called this.
my own bout was flecked with the sensation of being asleep
when i was actually falling deeper into awake ness
my fingers found their own peculiar current
& i swam against it
because the residue was potent enough to remind me that i had
been there before,
and i would certainly be in line tomorrow
...
scene one:
the door is open eversoslightly
and there is a first kiss in the dark
one brief ripple of everything at once before it is closed again
camera pans out
a shot of him running through the wet grass towards the safety of the
brown lamp
on his nightstand
scene two:
never happened,
we replayed it so much that our encounter became fiction
( a reason for not staring at strangers in a book store )
scene three:
scene four:
scene five:
"you don't remind me of her" (he unbuttons her shirt)
scene six: in which the main character finds herself
in the middle of a crowded city populated by birds and
swiftwalking people where the only things that seem
to make any sense at all are the view from on top
& the comfortable feeling
of standing alone in the kitchen, bare feet
(cut)
...
i have several high chairs to climb upon
but i prefer the noise from where i sit cross-legged on the floor
your shoelaces at my mercy ( i couldn't help myself )
we write
loud whispering manifestos
to each other in the dark
& forget to properly sign our names to the end
(the fumbling with that string is terrifyingly good,
how could i stop after untying?
...
sometimes
it happens in the middle of the night
when everything is still
except for the small patches of air
that move inwards and retreat again
like a silent origami unfolding itself
madness, we called this
one word.
Ashley Ording
http://ashley.nu