A portal to another world, glass so thick that I'm unsure I'll ever pass through. There you dwell, constant and incredible, so close to me, so far from you. This window, often changing, goes with me on my journeys. In size and shape it varies- but you remain steadfast, insane, beautiful. Still, what I wouldn't give to pass through that teasing threshold and into your warm and waiting arms.
my mum used to joke that my eyes would turn square if i looked at pixels too long. i remember the scare that my pupils would bend into inky black stamps, and my retinas bleached from the machinery glow. that i would wander the streets only for children to point and scream while their own mothers tutted 'you still want that playstation for christmas?' now i'm grown up and that vision has died, as the streets are all littered with others, square-eyed. i can imagine their xylophone skeletons as their fingers tap fast on the tiny blue screens; it's no wonder we aren't very good with eye contact. so i'm sorry mum, we've all been entrapped in this pixellated blur of technological time lapse. and i guess all these square pegs can't fit into the round holes that they used to be, in a world that we cannot remember.
a little poem that i bashed out late at night in a very short (and sleepy) time. pop over to my blog for more - bethever.blogspot.co.uk <3
Sometimes when you look at something hard enough you can see its pixels, when you spend to long focused and color starts to fade and light becomes a blending tool. Looking but not seeing. When shape defines what you see, and color is a first thought, ... and you've seen everything, or nothing.
Staring at these pixels, words and images On my screen
It's cracked now Just a little damaged Been that way for a while Kinda like my heart But I continue to read and write All day long Waiting to see your smile Waiting to get that one message...
I love you
It will come Like your words always do I may have to wait Waiting... Waiting...... Oh! How much I hate to wait! I know I'll get the message Soon enough Until then I'll wear this smile Staying strong Acting tough My particular favorite is...
Hey babe, how's your day? I know it's been awhile But can I please Just see you smile?
Cause you know how I love to rhyme, And although you're not a poet You still try and that's more than fine! Cause then you say...
I'm a poet and didn't know it!
Staring at this cracked screen Is what gets me through my day Just like fixing My cracked heart Is what gets you through You don't have to wait very long To see
you? made of pixels? hah, if i wanted pixels i would have played nintendo 64 with my neighbour down the street and angrily whispered "h-e-double hockey sticks" under my breath as one of my pixelated hearts faded away. you are anything but intangible; i can feel your pulse across two countries. our hearts are undeniably made of flesh. i know that word grosses you out, but the blood pumping, orifice-filled organs in our chests constantly beat with the ferocity of 109 percussionists drumming on the queen's birthday. hearts are not meant for beautification; one cannot get a cosmetic surgery on their heart to impress the girl next door. it's up to you to pair with your just-as-ugly brain to prove how beautiful love can be.