Old Rubbish

I wrote this first poem around December 2007 to (i think) my friend Kristin as some sort of weird joke. As you'll notice, the title of my blog came from this poem. My main goal was just to write a poem about a lonely old sailor who misses the sea. This is what came out. You can pretend there's deeper meaning if you want.

23 years. with minimal souvenirs. the scars. the intangible fading recollections. where once there was affection there is now longing. to feel her timber sway beneath once more. to feel the crisp breeze i adore. like a lover's kiss. so sincere. even now she calls to me. even here. locked away in a prison of land. i can still feel her hand reaching out. of nothing more do i dream than to run to her as she calls to me. but as fate has deemed. i left my legs at sea.

Also in December 2007, and also to Kristin... i wrote this second poem. It was late and i couldn't sleep. I wanted to leave her a comment, but couldn't think of anything. So i wrote this and said "Here's some pretentious writing nonsense." As you may have noticed, i don't take my own "poetry/writing" very seriously... at all.

open
seeking motion
with eyes veiled in despair
viewing the blue prints
of an existence on hold
lacking entity
empty
seeking vision
with eyes veiled in grace
viewing the brush strokes
of a journey unfolding
streaming life
align

i have no idea why i wrote poems to my friend Kristin, or why i thought that it was funny to do so. I think maybe i was hoping someone else that knew her, but didn't know me, would read it and think weird thoughts about me. And that was the joke. Me thinking they would take it seriously and think weird things about me. Which was funny to me, because i don't take it seriously. I still do things like that at all the time.

i have a weird sense of humor i guess.