Dancing is a blast

I don't know how to dance, but I still do. I dance when I'm not supposed to dance. When there is no music, in public, in the shower (well maybe not there) and am I any good? Nope! Do I care? Nope! Other people seem to like it though, strangely enough. My moves consist of awkward arm flails and swivels, booty work, off beat steps and kicks, and the occasional bow of the head and finger point straight up in the air. It's quite phenomenal, really. People often stop and ask if I actually do dance and I just look at them with utmost seriousness (arms and legs still flailing about) and say "nope" and dance away. If you are scared to dance, suck it up, learn to not care, and work it!

Also, if I could dance like this man, my life would be complete.

A one way thought process

I'm thinking about you. I'm thinking about you more than you are thinking about him

I'm thinking about you like a phone thinks about its charger to regain life

Like that iceberg thinks about sinking

Like welders think about finally connecting 

Like a frown thinks about being happy

I'm thinking about you like a prostitute thinks about that empty money

Like that toy at the bottom of the toy box thinks about being played with

Like a leaf thinks about its final memories as it floats delicately to the ground

Like a soldier thinks about his child back at home

Like stoners think about their next high

I'm thinking about you like a lost cub thinks about its mother

Like the atmosphere thinks about burning things

Like a pyromaniac thinks about burning things

Like a fire thinks about burning things

Like a shovel thinks about burying things?

I think about you like the tear of a final heartbeat thinks about... death

Like a torn family thinks about the past

Like an orphan thinks about families

Like the poison that kills

Like the antidote that doesn't exist

I'm thinking about you like you used to think about me. And I should probably stop thinking about you too.

 

Tides of the moon

Ever since I was just a lad, I've looked up into the sky at night and wondered, "Why is that moon there?"It does illuminate the night sky to an extent, but what am I doing while it's lighting up the night sky? Oh yah, I'm sleeping.

Thanks moon.

Apparently it affects the way the tide does its business splashing on the beach. Does that really have a profound effect on life? Well it might, but not to me. I'm just a simple dude.

Enough with the moon bashing though.

That warm night on the beach. The only sound is the tide gently crashing on the cold sand. A memory that I hold dear, faded by time. Running across the beach, the warm air rushing through my hair, my toes sinking into the moist sand, splashing through the tides. The only light is from the white reflection of the moon dancing on the surface of the water. The glorious view out into the erie unknown depths of the ocean. Just that thought still sends shivers down my spine.

Thank you, moon.

The bliss of Iceland

If I could visit any one place in the world, it would be Iceland. The natural beauty of it just takes my breath away. There is so much that I could do there, so many places to see, so much adventure. From the stunning mountains looming over you with their ice capped peaks, to the unique rock formations and land designs. From sheer cliffs with glorious waterfalls crashing over them, to glaciers that are oh so cold to the touch. To top it all of, you have a magnificent view of the northern lights that illuminate the skies with their glorious rays. That alone, is why I want to visit this beautiful land. The beauty of it doesn't stop there. Just the language has a sound to it that is calming to the ears. If you have ever heard the band Jonsi or Sigur Ros, you probably know what I am talking about. If not, go look into them, you will be blown away. It is my greatest dream to one day explore this country from top to bottom. It is a dream that I will make reality.

http://www.wimp.com/naturalbeauty/

There, along the road

"There, along the road, was a tiny home
The yard held dead machines behind its fences
Like they were its kids
Broken down, but still worth a lot to someone
It made me stop and grin

Light from a dying moon
It blurs our eyes
And we wear a cape of fireflies
And after the world's in bed
All the ghosts come sing along
But we'll forget them
When the morning comes"

Words from an injured heart

Your fingernails followed my vains as a roadmap through my dark twisted soul, leaving traces of poison so subtle, it felt good. Your poison was my drug that made me feel good. Your fingernails kept tracing. Searching for what they couldn't find. They found my rib cage, slowly seeped through the cracks to find the lifeline. Your greed and lust wanted it. I opened it up to you, I gave to you what I treasured. You stole it so subtly, I didn't notice. You replaced it with hollow memories of what once was. Those memories soon faded into a dream, a dream then to nothing. A nothing that just sits in my chest as the wind that weaves its way through the ribs and echoes through the empty cavity in my chest.