BLUE RUIN
by moi
I'm here to erase Clementine.
Like you don't matter.
I want to call this off.
I don't want this anymore.
This mess of sadness. Withered and disappeared.
Empty your home. Empty your life, of Clementine.
Can I kill you for real this time?
Wait. Just wait. Just a while.
I had the best fucking night of my entire life.
It's all falling apart. It's 3 o clock. It's pathetic.
I still thought you were gonna save my life.
Can you hear me? Just for tonight.
Maybe we can. Enjoy it.
I know. I walked out the door.
You know me. Nothing you'll miss.
The nicest guy she ever went out with.
Oddly enough, I miss you.
I have to see the frozen Charles now.
Honeymoon on Ice.
Before I wake up and don't know you anymore.
I'm just happy. I've never felt that before.
I'm just exactly where I wanna be.
Please let me keep this one. Just this one.
How far are you going? We can hide.
Let me show you this one thing...
I'm not perfect. I love you.
It's almost morning.
You can really kill me this time.
It's not real.
Maybe we should end it right here.
It gets frozen this time of year.
I'm crawling out of my skin. I really should go.
You said, "so go!"
I wish you'd stayed. I wish I'd dtayed.
I don't know what to say.
You just took it, without waiting for an answer.
This is the last time I saw you.
I feel like I'm disappearing.
By morning you'll be gone.
Clem, they're erasing you.
Oh, I'm sorry.
This is it.
There's no memory left.
She looks at me like she doesn't even know who i am.
The perfect ending to this piece-of-shit story.
....
Writer's note: This poem is in tribute to one of my favorite movies of all time, ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND. The thing i did was to get direct quotes from the movie and jumbled them together to create this piece...I dunno if that means I'm violating any copyright laws though, hehe. Oh yeah, pardon the french too...I'm not really accustomed to using that kind language in speech or writing, but as i said, the lines I used here I got from the movie...:)
There has always been something in silence that seduced me. The quiet things somehow seem more moving, more potent. So much stays in the realm of the unsaid, and after everything else, still so much would remain when we could say all that we can.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Monday, May 15, 2006
You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts;
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart
you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words
many indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
-Khalil Gibran, THE PROPHET
And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart
you live in your lips, and sound is a diversion and a pastime.
And in much of your talking, thinking is half murdered.
For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words
many indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.
-Khalil Gibran, THE PROPHET
Monday, May 01, 2006
When you're awake at 2:33am
You start thinking...
Why red pens always seem to write.There are people you need to talk to,
even when you know they would not be listening. There are things you need to say, even if you don't have the words for it. Whatever happened to that pretty girl who said 'thank you' when you opened the door for her. How much you remember before you sleep and how you remember squat when you wake. If anyone still sells those jumbo pens with jumbo erasers. How do you tell someone to let the dead bury their own? How many people could be possibly picking their noses right at this moment. How many people wished they were with someone else. Or how many people just wished they were with someone period. How many people are being born right at this moment? How many are saying their goodbyes? Or how many never got the chance. If you'll ever get to get ride a motorcycle on open road in full speed. If you asked God for superpowers, would He give it to you? And how cool it would be if He did. You wonder whats the worst thing your capable of. You wonder if you'll ever remember all the favorite songs you've forgotten about. If how much of the choices we really make are really much of a choice. Why you suddenly have the urge to paint something at this ungodly hour. If there's anything good on tv. Does the Devil really show himself at 3am. If anyone I know is still awake. I wonder where my wombat stuff toy is. If animals go to heaven(hey they didn't eat the apple, we did). How I wish I were in manila so I can walk outside. How I miss how much I believed in things when I was a kid. If I'm meant to be someone, I wonder what she's doing right now. I wonder if she's pretty. And how I wish it's her. That if I win the lotto, I'm not telling anyone. If i have a really loud snore when I sleep. I wonder if I'll ever know all the things I dream about. I wonder how long it takes to forgive. Or if forgetting is even possible. Or why sadness seems to be the only realy thing most of the times. I wonder when it was that I stopped caring. And when was it that I started caring about not caring anymore.
....
"Why don't you let anybody in?" He asked her.
"Because as beautiful as these moments are when they happen,
they're hell when they're gone."
-Ultraviolet
You start thinking...
Why red pens always seem to write.There are people you need to talk to,
even when you know they would not be listening. There are things you need to say, even if you don't have the words for it. Whatever happened to that pretty girl who said 'thank you' when you opened the door for her. How much you remember before you sleep and how you remember squat when you wake. If anyone still sells those jumbo pens with jumbo erasers. How do you tell someone to let the dead bury their own? How many people could be possibly picking their noses right at this moment. How many people wished they were with someone else. Or how many people just wished they were with someone period. How many people are being born right at this moment? How many are saying their goodbyes? Or how many never got the chance. If you'll ever get to get ride a motorcycle on open road in full speed. If you asked God for superpowers, would He give it to you? And how cool it would be if He did. You wonder whats the worst thing your capable of. You wonder if you'll ever remember all the favorite songs you've forgotten about. If how much of the choices we really make are really much of a choice. Why you suddenly have the urge to paint something at this ungodly hour. If there's anything good on tv. Does the Devil really show himself at 3am. If anyone I know is still awake. I wonder where my wombat stuff toy is. If animals go to heaven(hey they didn't eat the apple, we did). How I wish I were in manila so I can walk outside. How I miss how much I believed in things when I was a kid. If I'm meant to be someone, I wonder what she's doing right now. I wonder if she's pretty. And how I wish it's her. That if I win the lotto, I'm not telling anyone. If i have a really loud snore when I sleep. I wonder if I'll ever know all the things I dream about. I wonder how long it takes to forgive. Or if forgetting is even possible. Or why sadness seems to be the only realy thing most of the times. I wonder when it was that I stopped caring. And when was it that I started caring about not caring anymore.
....
"Why don't you let anybody in?" He asked her.
"Because as beautiful as these moments are when they happen,
they're hell when they're gone."
-Ultraviolet