Saturday, December 11, 2010

i can't write poetry but i think in song lyrics

Sunday, July 25, 2010

I don't really know what it is about summer

During the winter I felt so depressed I didn't want to move I thought that it was just the time of year
Recently hasn't been much better though


to make a music reference
I often told myself that when things went poorly for me I was just playing the right rhythms and just hitting the wrong notes or vice-versa
Although lately I feel like I've fucked both of them up

My good friend just told me "Ben, It's easy to lie to yourself,It's a habit that's hard to break"
I know I believe him, but now I don't know if I can believe myself...about anything

This song makes me feel a little better
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I3heVPCv3AU

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

We'll fight like hell
to hide that we're
giving up

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

He said She said

Everyone speaks louder when they voice they're opinion and
there's been alot of that lately

Can't we just all go for a Vietnamese bubble tea and a swim?
I know I'd like to

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Calculus

The title of my math textbook is Calculus of a single variable
The questions are easy
Evaluate, Integrate, Find Derivatives
I excel
I live a life of multiple variables
Everything is dependent on something else
Nothing is absolute
Nothing is simple

P.S. I like to organize my thoughts as if I was writing a blog it makes my life sound more exciting. If I could go directly from my mind to this website I would blog so much more often.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Folked Up

So I recently made a "mix tape" for a good friend entitled Folked Up. I picked my favorite songs that fit loosely into the genre folk, and I saw as the playlist developed the songs that picked all contained amazing lyrics. I just wanted to blog a few of my favorite quotes that I noticed when I listened a little closer to all these amazing works of art

"Got a pen in my hand. Got a girl in my Head"

I say, "Closeness is too much for me,"
and dismiss you with a smile
You say, "Wish away the closeness
and imagine it's a mile"

I wake up, check my senses,
one two three four five
Number six missing again
Same old game seek and hide

You play the artist, saying, ’is it how she moves, or how she looks? ’
I say, it’s loneliness suspended to our own like grappling hooks

You're not ill and I'm not dead
Doesn't that make us the perfect pair?

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Two days
nothing left but two days--
on Monday my life ends and
my life starts

I'm looking forward to meeting new friends