I've been reading Neil Gaiman's smoke and mirrors. I really really really love that fucking book. I've always enjoyed him from the sandman series but this is what I feel he is better at in the long run. I love and I do mean love his poetry. It has that old feel to it. You know where people write and use words, big words to express things and to be flowery and its just beautiful. Today's poetry to me many times is just way to sceptic. Lacks something in my opinion. So what do I write about now that I've explained I would fuck Neil Gaiman blind. I dunno.
Maybe a memory?
Once back in college I was going through some tough times. I just couldn't make heads or tails of anything. I was majoring in philosophy and sociology ( yeah laugh later). I was dating a girl who had driven me fucking insane. I was at my ropes end. So I drove, and drove and drove. One night I got lost in some back woods area. You know the kind where deliverance music plays. It was winter and freezing. I hit the end of the road literally. You couldn't go any further unless you wanted to end up in a creek. I got out of the vehicle and just sat on the hood of my car. I was freezing to death but I sat there. Thats when I realized that the house on the hill was burning something like cedar in their fireplace. I could smell it. I could hear the creek still move slightly even under the ice. I saw the stars and the trees. It was one of those existential moments where you suddenly get the whole sense of being and existence. It is one of my favorite memories. I some times drive back there in the winter and smell the wood being burned or just sit on my car and watch the stars age.
While the stars aged
I waited.
While the stars aged
for your reply.
A few silly seconds
become the stretch of eons.
Who was it that asked for honesty?
Only to feel that truth slap them.
A simple lie,
would have held them.
Your eyes could tell a thousand,
quick without remorse
My heart could handle none.
I counted them,
as they burned slowly away.
It seemed your answer hid among them.
While I watched the stars age.
Maybe a memory?
Once back in college I was going through some tough times. I just couldn't make heads or tails of anything. I was majoring in philosophy and sociology ( yeah laugh later). I was dating a girl who had driven me fucking insane. I was at my ropes end. So I drove, and drove and drove. One night I got lost in some back woods area. You know the kind where deliverance music plays. It was winter and freezing. I hit the end of the road literally. You couldn't go any further unless you wanted to end up in a creek. I got out of the vehicle and just sat on the hood of my car. I was freezing to death but I sat there. Thats when I realized that the house on the hill was burning something like cedar in their fireplace. I could smell it. I could hear the creek still move slightly even under the ice. I saw the stars and the trees. It was one of those existential moments where you suddenly get the whole sense of being and existence. It is one of my favorite memories. I some times drive back there in the winter and smell the wood being burned or just sit on my car and watch the stars age.
While the stars aged
I waited.
While the stars aged
for your reply.
A few silly seconds
become the stretch of eons.
Who was it that asked for honesty?
Only to feel that truth slap them.
A simple lie,
would have held them.
Your eyes could tell a thousand,
quick without remorse
My heart could handle none.
I counted them,
as they burned slowly away.
It seemed your answer hid among them.
While I watched the stars age.
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i know exactly what you mean about sitting on the hood of your car in that one place that just puts everything else in perspective for you. its so great when you have that one moment of complete clarity where nothing else in the universe matters.