Logarithms...

Can't talk. Can I?

"Giving up seems like the easiest way... Only if I could find something to hold on to."
"Hold on to yourself."
"Not as easy as it sounds. :/"
"I know. But it's most reliable.
Memories will fade,
Others may betray you,
Mistakes will turn into regret.
Friends may not understand,
And the present is going way too fast for us to grasp."
"but remember how the past was beautiful,
memory lane is so great,
but it all fades away,
into a haunting mist,
now i am replaced with sorrow,
and i am destined, bound to my fate,
to let this blow away, they say,
as i try to hold on, with only an empty fist."
"It's time to make new memories."
Thanks Kristi =).

"When the world is silent, I am left standing, alone."
















"The art of astonishment is merely using the art of illusions to rediscover pure astonishment."

Paul Harris rocks.

Goodnight. I am off to the math-ing planet.

EDIT: I have recieved my new Wynn's and Centurion and Guardians. Cheers :).

Strawberries...

I think I like strawberries the best still. It's not really a tough choice, more of a tough decision, I don't know if the strawberries are perfectly ripe yet...

WHEN ARE THE WYNNS COMING???

I have a lot to say about the world today.

People honk their horns like sneezing, and people also can scream and cuss at each other on the streets. People ALSO can be stupid enough to believe that love can change the world. For I am one of those people.

Choices

What do I choose? Grapes, or strawberries, or wait for the chocolate to melt perfectly? I want strawberries, because they'll be there for me, and they'll stay there. The others might run away... I really don't know... I'm not even sure if the grapes are ripe either. I just want life to be a lot simpler...

Long List of Memories

Many poems I have written:


Poem #1

When I dig a deep hole into the ground,

Pools of filthy water fill the gaps,

Linking piles of earth from edge to edge,

I pierce my shovel, it makes a sound,

Hit rock bottom, lost without maps,

Ready to throw myself past the ledge.

But as the blue moon glows in purity,

I see the two stars and infinity,

They make round ovals, the sky spills open,

But lo and behold, my breath is stolen.

I catch my gasp,

But held behind with grasp,

The warmth that tempts me,

I worry, for it is not her, but a false she.

Now that I live in harmony with the one,

It seems, she no longer is darkness, but the sun.

If she were to be there for me every single living moment…

I would glad, to give her, everything she wants and needs.

Poem #2

Gradually I slip into darkness.

The plummet lengthens.

I cannot bear to see the light,

Piercing, like shards of fire.

Wake me up, when I realize,

I cannot dream no more,

Whereas my hopes, I wish,

Transform, into reality.

The trees sway, veiled in clouds,

Shrouded in darkness, fungus alive.

Leaves blow in every direction.

The winter winds, will arrive.

Harsh reality creeps into my garden,

The daisies and forget-me-nots, all have fallen.

Torrents of fire, ripple through the last remains.

What has happened, not begun, nothing retains.

Poem #3

Fire burns,

Wind that flies,

Mountains churn,

What am I?

Water slips,

Icebergs dip,

Flowers grow,

I don’t know.

Bark can cripple,

Moss also creep,

Snow kept frozen.

My heart ripples,

Can’t fall asleep,

Blood will harden.

Am I alive?

Poem #4

In denial, I can wait,

For the moment, that is fate,

With my heart, it’s still alive,

Bruised and beaten, will survive,

Unbelievers, off the train,

True or false, I cannot feign,

Raw materials, at first sight,

Transformed into beauty, now delight.

When the locomotive runs,

I can sleep and have some buns,

But as the railway throws a fit,

No peace is given, I cannot sit.

I try my luck and whistle loud,

No one comes, my head is bowed.

The train, slowly, arrives on time,

Newly-weds, and a lonely mime,

Board the steam-puffed engine,

As it goes, the land left barren.

Puff the magic dragon blows,

Kids embark, they left the shows,

Next stop, bustling New York City,

Freak shows, movies, sounds so cheesy.

But when the train tracks end in a mile,

I cannot stand, not in single file,

As my love waits for me, down the road,

Strawberries hung from strings, in the house, away from the cold.

Still missing her everyday. My good friend.

Waiting Is Hard

I don't know what to do anymore.

She doesn't know does she. She might not understand... people are guessing that it won't happen? I'm not sure. I obviously would be happy if it worked out... but things don't always go so smoothly.

Today is the 14th, I don't know why I'm still typing. I should be studying for religion. Stupid religion tests. I don't need to know Yom Kippur in order to pass high school in OTHER schools...

I just want it to be over...

When are my cards coming?

A Pack of Saviours

Feeling better... je pense? I remember ordering three packs of Wynns, cambric brown Wynns, the sexiest ones out, one Centurion, and one Guardians. Hmm...

I don't remember a single day since I first saw David Blaine on TV without thinking about magic. Reviving the goddamn fly alive, pulling the head off the chicken... but I've always been more interested in tricks with cards. Unbelievably amazing, that guy. Inspired me to start performing magic, and when people say I got skills, I just tell them to get inspired. They want to be artists, so be it. Rappers, go right 'head. Singers, sing for your life. If you got inspiration, you got no fear.

I'll shove in a poem just for the heck of it:

As the leaves below,
Begin a feisty show,
What's left behind,
Only a dark mind.
The shadows weep,
In solemn sleep.
Alas the bare roots crawl,
Over my tombstone, as I fall,
In a dark trance,
Trapped in a crazed dance.
Finally my Guardian appears,
Shattering light pierces my fears.
I take with me the last piece of hope,
Inevitably lost, I cannot cope.
As the paper crumbles, and so,
My final decision, life is woe.

First Complaints/Welcoming Post

A disappointment? No... more of a reality check. Foolishness gets you nowhere, especially in the art of magic. A disappearing act is much similar to an escaping act, both require a mask, where the secrets come alive. I live by the mask, but unaware of the quintessential elements of performance: Patience, Trust, Comfort, Practicality, and Reality. If something happens to be too mindblowing, then I guess I have failed.

Love is much similar... Once you blew it, you blew it, there is no going back. I wish... that she could understand me... I'm not a very practical person. If only she could understand...

This is my first post. Welcome, to my world.