Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Testing my mobile blogger.....does it work?

Saturday, April 18, 2009

my parents make me sedentary

I do believe that one day
I will be the type of person who doesn't touch their computer
In my world i am constantly sitting in front of a computer screen
Watching my life go by from the window behind me
I never get to go out,
I never get to drive when and where i want,
I have no freedom
And for that i hate computers,
I hate blogging,
I hate chatting,
I hate texting, and
I hate the sound of keyboards and mouses
Clicking and tapping
I hate all of it
For not being real
I want to Leave,
I want to get OUT of this place
Instead of typing with people and
Learning things through a screen,
I wish to have the real thing
I wish to finally be with my friends,
To finally see things up close and
Learn everything with experience,
I want to finally touch my lover
For the first time
I want to hold his hand,
Not this fucking mouse.
I want to look
Into peoples eyes,
Not at the pixelated letters and
Images that hurt my mine
I want to walk with a friend,
Not to the bathroom or kitchen
I want to feel the sun,
Not the stiff air in this house
I want to feel alive,
And not so sedentary
As soon as they let go of me;
As soon as they turn their heads;
As soon as they become tired;
I'll be gone,
I'll be out,
I'll be traveling,
My legs will be moving,
My eyes will be gazing,
My hands will feel every sense,
I'll talk to everyone,
I'll sleep with everyone,
I'll go out with with everyone,
Everyone who i could never talk to before,
Everyone who i was interested in,
Everyone who i was curious about,
Everyone who i saw

I WILL ;

I'll have my freedom in the hot sun one day and
I'll be driving a car on some road some where in the world

With my Lover by my side.

enough.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Philosophic self

Recently a friend of mine told me that they were listening to my old songs. A year ago i wrote many songs with my guitar and the release of my thoughts and emotions. He was in shock when i told him that i haven't touched my guitar since November. I was a bit surprised too. So i pondered at this for a moment and thought about what was keeping me from playing guitar. I thought about what made me play guitar so much last year. It was my emotions, how i felt. At that it clicked in my head. I have been writing and making art all this year, and those have been the outlet of my emotions. And i had an idea; one person, an artist, only has so much creativity that he can only produce one thing of one category with that energy of his emotions. So what i'm saying is that the emotional energy that people have can only be spent on one of the things they do. I have three main talents. Creating and singing music, writing stories or essays, and creating visual art. To me writing i feel is the easiest of the three since it's directly describing and telling the reader about my thoughts. Art is easier, since it creates the image of my emotions and also may have a story behind it. Music more is difficult. I dont have the patientce and disipline to sit with my guitar and pluck a few strings to wait hours before i find a beautiful and catchy chord. Then i have to write what i'm thinking, then i have to make the words sound good with the cuts and goes of the chords; i have to multitast, which has always been challenging to me in my life. And by the time i reach my guitar after writing about my life and drawing and painting beautiful pictures if my thoughts and memories, there's nothing left.

It leaves me quite burnt out. like now.