By RKO

Send me home and bring down the skies. If I can remember the words I wrote yesterday, maybe I’ll feel fine. If you pay me any mind, I’ll start to lose mine. I wish I’d been a lyricist so these fractured sentences would bloom in the hearts of teenage romantics. I’m awake, and I don’t want you to forget.             Keep me around your finger. It’s so much better than feeling less than alive, than reading half-assed hormonal detective stories. You may find me less than steady, but I’m...

How Can You Ask Me Again? (11/23)

What year is it? Hello, all. I apologize for my hiatus. I actually, I wouldn't even call it a hiatus because it has been full of homework and classwork and finals work and cleaning and driving and pining and cleaning some more and waking up at weird times and so on and so forth. To sum it up, college has been a whole tragic monologue of business.  The plan was to make an update a couple of weeks ago after I had performed at an open mic night. Remember the poem I said I wanted to recite? Did not go over as well as I planned. I had...

I Dig Every Second (10/26)

This is mostly just some FYI about the last two poems I posted, "Farewell to Julian" and "First-Person Space." The first poem is dedicated to Brian Jones of The Rolling Stones (featured in the photo uploaded with the poem), a man I'd read up on a great deal at the time of the poem's composition. The title comes from his favoritism of the name Julian which is derived from one of his favorite musicians, Julian "Cannonball" Adderley. I often feel Brian doesn't get enough credit for his achievements, and is more known for his destructive behavior...

"First-Person Space"

I sit at my loom, spinning my tales Threading through words like silver laceAnd yet I sense my vision fails I met a figure on foreign trailsWho sought for me a safer placeWhere I sit at my loom, spinning my tales He left me here for brighter galesLeft alone recounting his graceAnd yet I sense my vision fails Honeyed skin for which my heart ailsSea foam smile with sarcastic traceI sit at my loom, spinning my tales Cold breath, soft as a nightingale'sDistanced by mere first-person spaceAnd yet I sense my vision fails Changes expose that which time...

The Coldness of My Winter (10/23)

You know what's difficult? Keeping up with more contemporary musicians. I just found out yesterday that even though I'll be able to see Soundgarden and My Chemical Romance at Voodoo, I'll be missing The Raconteurs on Sunday. Oh woe is me. I'm going to try to revise my most recent short story today. Shannon gave me the idea to upload pdf files of my work and watermark them so I'll be less paranoid about plagiarism when, in reality, I doubt there are people creeping about and just waiting for me to post my own work so as to steal it. Still, though,...

"Farewell to Julian"

Grey eyes would poison meThey would taint my blood, I'm sureI suppose I'm safe from hereBut maybe I shouldn't stareAt your beautiful feathered wingsSheer and torn, broken and wornBut look at your eyes, I don't dare Grey eyes would consume meThey'd swallow me up, I'm sureNot everything is clearBut maybe I shouldn't careAbout short-sighted, hurtful thingsAbout barks to bites, words and fightsBut look at your eyes, I don't dare Grey eyes would betray meThey would break my heart, I'm sureThey paralyze me with fearBut maybe I should bearThe pitiful...

That Ain't No Crime (10/22)

I think I'm suffering from post-Rocky Horror Picture Show depression. Or it could just be the biology homework. Yeah, I had to skip out on the LSU game today because of homework and allergies. I'm sure it's the change in seasons, but I do love this cool weather. The boys did great, though! Geaux Tigers! I can't wait till we take on Bama. The Rocky Horror Picture Show at Little Theater was spectacular. Before I've only ever been to movie participations with a shadow cast, but this was an actual play. The actors did a spectacular job. I even got...