Good morning my lovelies! I am very excited for this weekend for two reasons. The first reason: sleep. I am so exhausted, I definitely need a good morning to sleep in. Second reason: Paranormal Activity 2 comes out! Huzzah! Knowing my luck it’ll probably blow more chunks than I did on that ride in La Ronde back in grade 9 (sorry Sara!), but I don’t care, I’m just really excited to see what they did with it. And hey, if it is really, really gawd-awful, then maybe it’ll be one of those so bad it’s hilarious type of movies. I suppose you’ll have to wait and see what I thought of it on Monday!
Two poems, as usual. The first is actually a kind of “remake” of a much older poem I had written back in first year college. I wasn’t overly happy with it, so I kind of rewrote it so-to-speak. I’m still not 100% satisfied with it, but I guess it’ll be a continuous work in progress as my writing style changes. Let me know what you think! Enjoy and have a good weekend!
But It Was Too Late (redone)
Our backs – both wounded and bloody,
a knife rests within our spines.
Literally taking our words to heart,
neither reading between the lines.
I place the blame on you alone,
but my hands too, are painted red.
I’ll never admit it – but I wish
I could take back those things I said.
A friendship beaten and buried,
and all that’s left: two arrogant souls.
We walked away, said bitter goodbyes,
both ignoring that neither were whole.
For you come and beg forgiveness,
patiently, arrogantly, I would wait –
until I realized what I was missing,
what I had done. But it was too late.
Life: it never misses a beat,
it never falters, never fails –
a rhythmic duple meter and repeat.
It moves along through our tales,
despite the obstacles and woes;
the beat continues as we derail.
The measure may not stop, but it slows,
allows us to pick up our feet,
to get back into the rhythmic flow.
And though we may feel defeat,
life will always keep the beat.