A hazel-eyed glance
My skin is silver goose-flesh
Feathers line my words.
Silver tongue please speak
To an awaiting deaf ear
Tarnished, I am meek.
A crisp reflection
Of those blue satin sheets
That I once flew in.
Your face a pearl moon
Eyes sparkling with secret
Red lips tell me soon.
So I redid the song….now, which one should I keep?
For my portfolio class im working on a stop motion of a tree growing and passing away. It starts as a seed, grows to full height, flowers bloom, flowers fall, tree dies. Today I reached my goal of having the tree crafted to its full height. Here are a few pictures of it at this state. A glimpse into the project.
I think it’s interestingly done, but I feel like the ending is a bit of a cop-out. Thoughts?
I found this in my folder just now; wrote it a while back. I don’t have a name for it, but I thought of it in the morning during QRT so I titled it that. Suggestions for names welcome 
http://dl.dropbox.com/u/9870977/QRT.mp3
I can still can hear the doom doom tika tick, doom doom ticka tick, doom doom ticka ticka doom doom that you played on my rib bones, and for that moment I know that that the music echoed through the stars
But now look where we are-
That night is as far as a light year,
Traveling here and there through the sandy universe, that sings with the noises of regrets that soon turn into forgets that decorate small pieces of the sky
God, I’m so sick of asking “Why?”
I’m so sick of begging the angels to fly away with my fears so I can stand here tranquilled eyed and unsurprised as ellipses breakdown into lines
I wish I could go into your room, and gather all the sonnets and folded up papers-
Cause I want to build a sky scraper,
A monument of what used to be -
You and me
And you’ll stand on the bottom floor, and I’ll ride the elevator-
Up to the roof where I’ll fill my mind up with nicotine and caffeine;
(The simple cures for coping.)
And you’ll shout out less-than-clever clichés: “Time to face the music!”
But, babe, I’m so sick of this Godly figure that you try to portray
I’m no Mother Theresa, but at least I use the rosary to fill my day instead of beads of stringy girls that all shine like pearls under the steely-slick luster of your blue eyes
I’ve gone deaf from all these buzzing flies that hum:
You, you, you, you, you-
The singing of a thousand wings that leak and stink in the shallows of my spine,
Asking: “Has it been enough time?”
Two weeks to silence the echoes of the stars.
But look where we are-
Gone, further than a light year
And it’s all very clear that I’m only one that listens with a cup on my ear-
To the fading heart-beat of the universe.
The intention of this photo was to share the inside and outside of a branch.
Taken for a portfolio class, the assignment was to focus on the concept “Inside and Out”.
