Carnessie's Blog

Quickie

carnessie — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 19:34:58 +0000

He doesnt love her

Of that im sure

That ring he put on her finger

A travesty, a lie

Rebound love, rebound girl

Of this i can be sure

Almost two years of marriage

With the whole world watching

And all i can think

Is how miserable he must be

To have married the wrong girl

To have not married me

Fast Car

carnessie — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 19:29:29 +0000

I have a strange fascination with the song “Fast Car” originally sung by Tracy Chapman, but i have since found other renditions of the song, and some of them are really wonderful. Im wondering if my love of this song (i play it on repeat for hours) is due to the fact that they’re talking of escaping? Not sure what it is about this song that speaks to me, but i really do love it.

Ive been thinking of my options, and i am finally graduating from university so im thinking of all the possible things i can do with my life now, and well a double major in English and History isnt the most useful degree to have in the “real world” but ive been researching (google-ing) some different career options.

So far, ive got publishing, i love reading, and editing and i would love to be an editors assistant working in a publishing firm, ive heard that most offices are in New York, and i would def. consider moving to New York to do publishing. I also am thinking of teaching overseas, i have a friend who is just coming back from teaching in Korea, so im going to get as much information on that as possible. The other option is teachers college. But im not so sure about this path right now, and deadline to apply is end of sept, and thats fast approaching.

We’ll see what happens.

Internal Debate

carnessie — Fri, 02 Sep 2011 21:18:06 +0000

So, the last time i was here i was super depressed and wrote some rather unhappy things, i deleted those posts, and went back to the original postings of poems. I have since decided that i will restart this blog again, but maybe give it a rebirth into something new? Not sure yet, also toying with the idea of deleting all of the posts and starting from scratch, but not sure if i want to do that because some of the writing on here is only here, and i dont want to lose it.

So we will see.

Whatever i decide, im back.

Fourth and final year at University, i cant wait.

Long Time Ago

carnessie — Fri, 08 Apr 2011 20:02:48 +0000

I am alone, alone and alive

taking a road i was told a long time agi

a road thats not traveled as far as ive gone

not matter how lost or afraid i may feek

i still travel forward reciting by ear

those few fateful words of a long time ago

i stumbled along and few did i cry

and i remembered those words

full of wisdom and pride

never did i challenge, for it was mine to discover

the road that i traveled was not made for me

here bears no crossroads

no turning back

just reciting those words of a long time ago

of a destiny chosen for my eyes alone

one i would have never picked on my own

but still never questioned the path that i see

and i still walk on further to

whatever greets or condemns me

i am alone and alive

but no matter what happens

or whats left unsaid

theres no going back

theres no choice ahead

and so i am bound

to move steadily forward

reciting by ear those words that you told me

those few fateful words

of a long time ago

with a path that was given to me to accept

when everyone stood still

i ended up pushed to the road im on now

which i believed full of wisdom

and joy and of hope but i ended up alone and alive

stuck in your long time ago

random things

carnessie — Sat, 19 Mar 2011 21:48:11 +0000

epic bullshitting is apparently contagious

anyone can have wings its those that jump that learn how to soar

life has a way of throwing you curve balls just when your right in the middle of enjoying the moment

pity the fool who thinks ignorance is bliss but never pity the fool who is a willing participant

ideas

carnessie — Thu, 10 Mar 2011 04:20:45 +0000

i want to write something, something great, i mean i would start out with a short story and then branch out from there, but i keep convincing myself that i just dont have the time to write, i really should stop doing that.

I want to write a story, i have these ideas and i think they could be great if i could actually make the time to sit down and organize my thoughts and get them all down, i have to stop telling myself that i can do it later.

Gah.

Smut – J2

carnessie — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 21:27:37 +0000

C’est Impossible

carnessie — Fri, 04 Mar 2011 21:23:52 +0000

Sandy Whisper

carnessie — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 03:21:24 +0000

Her name is Sandy Whisper

shes honest and shes true

theres no other girl quite like her

im pretty sure thats true

i dont know much about her

but she likes to call me john

and she’ll be saying my name

long after im gone

her name whispered in my ear

the first time that we met

shes one hard working girl

taking anything she gets

id like to take her home with me

be assured i never do

shes been in my life a while now

im sure shes in others too

i cant say that i love her

but many others claim that they do

she may have lied about her name

now its all she responds to

her name is Sandy Whisper

and she sells for seven bucks an hour

and that allows me all the power

and thats all i care to know

~carnessie

To understand

carnessie — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 03:17:48 +0000

why do you weep?

the hard plains leading up to the sway

two parallel nubs higher up

are you withdrawing from this scene

do you wish to trade mountains

for another set of plains instead?

you’re losing your selfhood here

maybe you need more take and take

and less of what i can give

but you know not how to ask

do not ask

retreat from this reality, i implore you

do not satisfy yourself with what people tell you

they do not know what it is you should seek

go into the reality that only you create

i would rather you stand tall

than weep with me

find that which makes you swell

even if that be, someone not like me

i release you

so that you can find your release

come and go freely

~carnessie