White Picket Fences

I will probably only post poetry that I create or find. Reblogging will consist of Alt-J, Coldplay, or stuff my friends find.

[askyfullofstarss-deactivated202]

2000-2014 

[qilobytes]

Art & Images - Dragon Age: Inquisition Environment Concept Art

Newly released environment concept art from BioWare’s upcoming title Dragon Age: Inquisition.

[wifiinhidef]

Don't be surprised that when you get home one day, I won't be there Don't be surprised that in my absence you find a note Don't be surprised when I tell you all the things that ail me Don't be surprised when it's you Don't be surprised when you realized that the gun is gone too Don't be surprised when you see an alert from my account Don't be surprised when I don't message back Don't be surprised when I don't answer Don't be surprised when they can't find me Don't be surprised when they finally do Don't be surprised when I'm still there when you get home

[wifiinhidef]

Stayed home today I do so often School is the only physical realm of escape There are books and video games But once I hear my name in this house I know what I’m being sucked into Ungrateful Lazy People getting pissed off because others won’t do the simplest things You worked a full day and you are tired? What did you do? Oh you answered calls all day? I had to sit through multiple classes and do pe, process all of this information, and all the while worry about not wanting to go home to this bullshit Stopyellingpleasejuststoponce I spend too much time on games. What else should I be doing? Watch tv and drink all day like him? You may have brought me in this world, but you will never take me out.

[wifiinhidef]

Notes

Notes on paper come in many forms. I play the trombone in my high school band. I walk into my fourth period to see a familiar sight of background parts. Rhythms that blend to be part of a whole ensemble. The notes on my paper represent my worth to the sound. I am, on occasion, given a part of more importance. Importance that lasts but a few short measures. Other pieces call for rhythms that must be played, but shall never be heard. I am the son of an ill father. I walk into my room when I get home to find my hidden journal. Thoughts scribbled down that no one will ever see. These thoughts represent my own self worth. Sometimes I can write about something that made the whole day worth it. Other times I just write a note saying goodbye. Concerts can be exciting. I remember being in wind ensemble my freshman year, playing the first part for a cool song. I remember being thrilled that I was able to play it as well as I did. The ride home was a blur, I didn't want to return. Home is not where I want to be. I remember when he fell in the shower. I remember how scared I was, this being the first major thing to happen so soon after his release from the hospital. I get thanks, but his general outlook on my choices and his say in them is an influence he shouldn't have. He messed up his own life, he lived his life, his "life is over. Let me live mine. Damn your version of success. I want to at my trombone how I want. I want to live my life. I took your gun. I was glad when you showed me where it was. Kill you? No, you could do that on your own, Mr. Alcoholic. No, this one was for me. Finally I get my shot. Standing there thinking it was the end. The bathroom floor cold against my feet. It was finally over. Then a thought crept into my head. One of such hope, that it inspired willpower. One that made me motivated to work towards something. I'm not saying you saved my life. Because, ultimately, it was his hand on the trigger. I'm just saying that without you the choice would have been harder. I think I would have made it out, but I would have been changed. No longer caring. I was lost. Hell, I still am.

[qilobytes]

Game Boy Forever

by Maud de Kerangal

Personal project by Paris based front-end developer and graphic designer Maud de Kerangal, paying homage to the classic handheld console.

[moarrrmagazine]

Kasper Bjørke - Nordic Playlist DJ Mix #1 1: Fantastic Man: Keep Out (Suzanne Kraft Remix) 2: Bot´ox: Goodbye Fantasy (Moscoman Remix) 3: Prins Thomas: Bom Bom 4: No Regular Play: El Dorado (Jacques Renault Remix) 5: Holy Ghost!: Okay (a/jus/ted Remix) 6: I’m a Cliche Edit Service 29 - by Red Axes 7: Munk & Rebolledo: Surf Smurf (Rebolledo Version) 8: The Mansisters: Bullschnitzel (Jennifer Cardini Remix) 9: Tristesse Contemporaine: Fire (Kasper Bjørke Version) 10: La Mverte: Crash Course (Acid Washed Remix) 11: Jesse Perez: Hialeah House Party (Original Mix) 

[altjband]

Cool…

[myrsa]

ALT-J   ∆   -TRIANGLE HANDS BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH-

[altjband]

My new sounds:

[wifiinhidef]

Propaganda and Views

Definitions defining us definitely define fine lines

The lines run deep

Pulling on my conscious mind with a strength comparable to that of a loved ones embrace

Subconsciously I meet the demands

Sorrow can fill the void of failure because the terms become interchangeable within the realm of thinking brought on by the demands of a society so wrong

[wifiinhidef]

(This was a stream of consciousness I had on 9/11 of last year. I wrote it down as I was thinking of it. One of the most calm things I’ve written. I only keep the calm ones on my phone. All others get transferred to the moleskin journal hidden behind the top right drawer of my desk.)

Spirits wake me from my peace of mind Piece of my own mind Lingering and still so close to the surface I can reach out and grab them Shake the life out of them But I’m left with a hollow corpse And the smirk still accompanies that distorted face Body parts strewn across my lawn Thrown from a blender of chaos Grenades and horse shoes I’m so close I get a bit closer every time I can already see the mirror image Rampaging I don’t like baloney It doesn’t taste very good Turkey, ham, and roast beef are acceptable But not that foul lunch meat Sometimes I lie awake thinking about it Her Maybe not always her Sometimes it could be the situation I’m in Maybe the people I used to hold so dear This one time I cut myself Rose’s how it felt Didn’t enjoy it Just created another nuisance Stung a bit But nothing compared to the hollow corpses These spirits haunt me Taunt me Screaming inside Clawing their ways closer and closer Most die and just leave those smirks And the worst thing is a smirk That look of satisfaction Like a slit throat Like a back that broke Today is 9/11 It sucks That something people have never seen Will lead them to do something they wouldn’t normally do It makes me think So we all are conscious Or are we all just conscious together Can we really believe in something that May or not be there Why hope when you can believe in yourself When you are the thing you are afraid of Your own lifeless corpse No smirk on yours Only twisted expressions of agony Unless you haven’t experienced this magnitude Then lucky you

[wifiinhidef]

Dirt in the Lens

I’ve seen the demon red He just won’t leave my head It doesn’t matter where I turn Because when I leave I will burn

[wifiinhidef]

Vision of Change

Just as the rain falls, the dark clouds will lighten in both color, and weight. And this rain will mend the cracks in the barren wasteland of a once lush land.

[coldplay]

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[coldplay]

Some true Christmas spirit to carry us into 2014. PH

[altjband]

Until next year.

I Only Have Eyes for You by Oneohtrix Point Never