So I only have eight more days until I can indulge myself in the horror-show-sadness which is Facebook once again.
I don't know why I enjoy it so much.
Actually...yeah I do know.
I really like the instant-gratification 'thing' you get from Facebook (and I guess other types of social media, though you'll never even be able to pay me to get on Twitter).
I rather miss posting my stupid pictures about the amazing food I cook. And the pictures of silly nights on the porch, which, I must say, have been sadly lame as of late because of friends' work schedules and other life-things interrupting my social gatherings.
Jason wanted me to have something to show for the 31 days I wasn't on Facebook. All I've got to show for it are four poems and maybe a lot less social-media-induced depression.
I have missed being nosy as hell and reading about other peoples' lives.
I'm really not that exciting a person when it comes right down to it. But to be honest, are any of us? I'll be the first to admit that I get a lot of pleasure from my social media, but I will also acknowledge the irritation and frustration that I also experience because of it.
And, as I've noticed, it really REALLY cut into my sleeping time. I've been going to bed between 9-10pm every single weekday night since I went on FB hiatus. I guess that's a plus. Right?
whatever. Maybe I'll write some more before Wednesday the 21st. Maybe not. It's never been something I forced and I'm certainly not going to start now. The muse will come when she feels like it. Bitch.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Little Lines that Take You Away
it gets to be too much
the stress and strain of living
your skin gets tight and the lines set in
deep
ingrained
permanent little things that mark you
twist you into something new
something different
something old and worn
and ragged
how time drags
leisurely marking its passage
each sweet second ticked off
one at a time
hands and face, unable to resist
just tools and canvas for inevitability
each day, you're someone new
but never quite like you were
not just outside, but inside
the tick-tock never stops, tick-tock, never stops
tick-tock, never stops, never stops
never stops...
it will always be too much
no matter how much it is
stressed and strained
and unstoppable
and most of all
unwanted
--A. Walczesky
5/7/14
the stress and strain of living
your skin gets tight and the lines set in
deep
ingrained
permanent little things that mark you
twist you into something new
something different
something old and worn
and ragged
how time drags
leisurely marking its passage
each sweet second ticked off
one at a time
hands and face, unable to resist
just tools and canvas for inevitability
each day, you're someone new
but never quite like you were
not just outside, but inside
the tick-tock never stops, tick-tock, never stops
tick-tock, never stops, never stops
never stops...
it will always be too much
no matter how much it is
stressed and strained
and unstoppable
and most of all
unwanted
--A. Walczesky
5/7/14
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
A Familiar Poison
it takes me away
that sweet liquid
a potion of human creation
we all know just how fierce it can be
warm and sudden
cold and lingering
we all know how it takes over
how it engulfs the mind and strains the blood
pushes the body past barriers
pulls the mind from the flesh
and turns the heart to fancies unspoken
you can temper it with ice
and hope the emotions will go frigid
or you can set it alight
the heat and flame of careless desire
like a wildfire in your veins
no matter how you take it
make it sweet
make it bitter
make it last
just make it one more
until your eyes blink helplessly beneath the relentless new day
the morning sun that calls you to life
and forces you to be human once more
but how sweet it was
to be drowned
the dregs of last night wrapped around you
pulsing behind your eyes
rolling around in your belly
tightening your skin beyond comfort
it takes you away
even after you curse it
and wish it weren't just the most lovely thing you've ever tasted
the most lovely thing you've ever allowed to destroy you
the most lovely thing you've ever
totally
given yourself to
with the complete knowledge
that it just doesn't care.
--A. Walczesky
4/22/14
that sweet liquid
a potion of human creation
we all know just how fierce it can be
warm and sudden
cold and lingering
we all know how it takes over
how it engulfs the mind and strains the blood
pushes the body past barriers
pulls the mind from the flesh
and turns the heart to fancies unspoken
you can temper it with ice
and hope the emotions will go frigid
or you can set it alight
the heat and flame of careless desire
like a wildfire in your veins
no matter how you take it
make it sweet
make it bitter
make it last
just make it one more
until your eyes blink helplessly beneath the relentless new day
the morning sun that calls you to life
and forces you to be human once more
but how sweet it was
to be drowned
the dregs of last night wrapped around you
pulsing behind your eyes
rolling around in your belly
tightening your skin beyond comfort
it takes you away
even after you curse it
and wish it weren't just the most lovely thing you've ever tasted
the most lovely thing you've ever allowed to destroy you
the most lovely thing you've ever
totally
given yourself to
with the complete knowledge
that it just doesn't care.
--A. Walczesky
4/22/14
Sunday, April 20, 2014
The Original Colour
We've learned to love a certain shade
of blue
the colour of our origins
the deep rich blue that tastes of salt
a chemical cocktail fueled by the sun
each mixture creates a new form
every blend, a beautiful thing
the abrasive flavour of life
sharp and fierce
it turns puddles and chaos
into the perfection of eternity
a universe of breathing, thinking
things
organic objects capable of
dreams
guilty of love and laughter
creators of doubt and wonder
the swollen promise of infinity is
present
deep within us
the blue, untouched by our surroundings
flows swiftly from mind to heart to
forever
we can't help but long for it
the blue of long-dead galaxies
forged before our souls even had a
chance to be reborn
---A. Walczesky 4/20/14
31 Days
So I've decided to indulge a friend and see if I can handle 31 days without Facebook.
Yeah.
That's a long time for me. Me, a person who is on the faybo at least 4 hours a day, if not more. I don't really DO anything on there. Just scroll through and read my friends' and acquaintances' lives (or what they are willing to put out there).
I never really thought about whether or not I get any sort of measurable pleasure out of my social media consumption. It's really just more of a habit. Something I do to pass the time. But it's such an ingrained part of my daily ritual that I get a little anxious when I'm not online for a while.
The longest I've ever gone is two weeks. 31 days will be a challenge. But isn't there some sort of research that says it takes about 21 days to break a habit? I know that the first few days are going to be hard for me.
A few months ago, we experienced a severe length of time without the internet AT ALL, thanks to the glory which is AT&T. There had just been a pretty rough storm and it had apparently knocked out a lot of lines throughout the neighborhood. And we just happened to be one of the lucky few that didn't have service for roughly a month.
I mean, no internet. Not Netflix streaming. No Hulu.
I hadn't spent so much time playing PS2 games since I was 17. It was rough.
But I survived, obviously and strangely enough it wasn't THAT horrible.
Well this time it is self-imposed deprivation. Now there IS a great reward at the end if I make it the full 31 days. Free-to-me expensive liquor. I mean, if you're going to challenge me to do something like this there better be a good reward at the end. Something to make it worth my while. So I accepted the challenge and starting tonight at 7:42pm I will attempt to stay off Facebook for 31 days straight.
So I guess I'll just post stuff here. Like I should have been doing all along.
Hopefully you will enjoy the poetry and stories and rants that I will post throughout the month.
If not, well then you can always leave a smart-assed comment on my Facebook. (www.facebook.com/ubermanda)
And I'll be able to fuss at you later for it. Until then, enjoy a month of me without social media.
Yeah.
That's a long time for me. Me, a person who is on the faybo at least 4 hours a day, if not more. I don't really DO anything on there. Just scroll through and read my friends' and acquaintances' lives (or what they are willing to put out there).
I never really thought about whether or not I get any sort of measurable pleasure out of my social media consumption. It's really just more of a habit. Something I do to pass the time. But it's such an ingrained part of my daily ritual that I get a little anxious when I'm not online for a while.
The longest I've ever gone is two weeks. 31 days will be a challenge. But isn't there some sort of research that says it takes about 21 days to break a habit? I know that the first few days are going to be hard for me.
A few months ago, we experienced a severe length of time without the internet AT ALL, thanks to the glory which is AT&T. There had just been a pretty rough storm and it had apparently knocked out a lot of lines throughout the neighborhood. And we just happened to be one of the lucky few that didn't have service for roughly a month.
I mean, no internet. Not Netflix streaming. No Hulu.
I hadn't spent so much time playing PS2 games since I was 17. It was rough.
But I survived, obviously and strangely enough it wasn't THAT horrible.
Well this time it is self-imposed deprivation. Now there IS a great reward at the end if I make it the full 31 days. Free-to-me expensive liquor. I mean, if you're going to challenge me to do something like this there better be a good reward at the end. Something to make it worth my while. So I accepted the challenge and starting tonight at 7:42pm I will attempt to stay off Facebook for 31 days straight.
So I guess I'll just post stuff here. Like I should have been doing all along.
Hopefully you will enjoy the poetry and stories and rants that I will post throughout the month.
If not, well then you can always leave a smart-assed comment on my Facebook. (www.facebook.com/ubermanda)
And I'll be able to fuss at you later for it. Until then, enjoy a month of me without social media.
Don't Forget (poem 4/20/14)
Oh such a sweet little moment
the taste of an endless night on your tongue
the glory of dark dreams
the taste of an endless night on your tongue
the glory of dark dreams
their warmth and feeling
rolling across your skin
the texture of pleasure clings to you
wraps you up in fur and honey
and you drown
little moments
the quiet ones that stretch endlessly
into a breathless heat
a whispering silence
everything is still
everything is calm
long
languid
a pulse that drips and stutters
the pull of the ocean
the moon's soft harmony
the echo of life
a liquid memory
your blood remembers
the magic of your essence is a steady
persistent
hum
nothing is more lovely than now
and you can't remember anything
else
4/20/14
A. Walczesky
4/20/14
A. Walczesky
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