I saw you and sped by, cautiously. I didn’t want to, bump you, on my way, so I strolled with my head tucked downwards, so you wouldn’t see my face. But you probably recognize my walk, and the long strides I take, which I’m known for. And after how long we’ve known for, you most likely know more, than anyone else would. Yet it still amazes me the way bad emerged from good. You burned me like a fireplace, guess I was just wood. When I take a look back, and analyze the way that you reacted, it almost leaves me laughing. I don’t even know what happened. And now we’re complete strangers, and the only thing stranger, is that a mutual love isn’t shared, even after I framed her, picture. Picture her stealing my heart, no I’m not trying to frame her, because she did do the crime, on purpose or not, she implanted herself into my mind. So as the days unwind, I put the cold past behind, with maybe my morals too, I mean I’m still faithful…just faithful to more than two. A few… that’s the way I look at it, we’re all together, the relationship might not last, but memories go on forever. Tired of letting karma hold me back, what’s the worse that could happen? Things could go bad? I’d get played?-already happened, if it happens again, then it’ll just be a pattern.
Stream Of Thoughts, Allow me to re-introduce myself
When I started writing this blog, I had big ambitions, and high hopes. I started this blog because organically I was writing at a pace so rampant that I felt like I was making big strides of growth in my work and I feel like I had to share this with the world. So why not create a method where I could distribute my own writing at my own pace, to whoever I felt worthy of reading it? Advertise it myself, and branch out to as many people as possible. So I create the blog, and I applaud you all who took the time out of your days and appreciated the content, I really spilled my heart on the page in those pieces...however I kept holding back feeling that I'd over saturate my readers and overwhelm them if I posted too much material too quickly. So as the days went to weeks, the ripple of feedback started to weaken and at first I was discouraged, I figured you know, maybe people aren't as interested as I thought...the only determinant I have is comments left. The more comments people leave, the more effective I felt my work connected, however in my time off from posting (I never stopped writing, never will) I realized there are external factors in the process, and my job as a writer, someone who writes because he loves it, is to keep producing, so I will make it my personal duty to post a new post at least once a day...I'm The Ant From Aesop...so if I hear sounds of the cricket in response to my outings, I'll understand it's not me.
I'm Back...
Welcome To My World
Everyday we, the general public, are subjected to the same useless newspaper stories, with the main objectives of moving units, and selling subscriptions. Irrelevant articles based on gang violence and celebrity drug addictions plague today's mainstream media. I think back to the times where the craft was used as a vice of expression, and I realize that the art of the personal essay has grown decrepit. I look back at the past great authors, and as I recall them...amongst my favorites are Hughes and Baldwin; true artists. Both resemble the kind of artist I'd like to be. Not just a writer, but an artist. The mind of Picasso, and the vision of a sniper...much more than just a writer...
Gregory Calvaire-The Ant From Aesop
I'm Back...
Welcome To My World
Everyday we, the general public, are subjected to the same useless newspaper stories, with the main objectives of moving units, and selling subscriptions. Irrelevant articles based on gang violence and celebrity drug addictions plague today's mainstream media. I think back to the times where the craft was used as a vice of expression, and I realize that the art of the personal essay has grown decrepit. I look back at the past great authors, and as I recall them...amongst my favorites are Hughes and Baldwin; true artists. Both resemble the kind of artist I'd like to be. Not just a writer, but an artist. The mind of Picasso, and the vision of a sniper...much more than just a writer...
Gregory Calvaire-The Ant From Aesop
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
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3 comments:
"I don’t even know what happened.
And now we’re complete strangers,
and the only thing stranger,
is that a mutual love isn’t shared,
even after I framed her,
picture.
Picture her stealing my heart,
no I’m not trying to frame her,
because she did do the crime,
on purpose or not,
she implanted herself into my mind."
^^Was my favourite part.Loved it
pretty good. We are too dumb to realize that there is ALWAYS someone better looking, more intelligent, and of higher quality in every way out there waiting for your entry into their life. Actually, most people realize it, but we are too dumb to accept that fact and move on. I'm still hooked on one girl that I want to keep thinking is the most beautiful girl in the world and the most interesting, but I know the fact is that its all in my head.
And the worst quality in most girls and younger women is that they want to be with guys that treat them like shit. Honestly, I know how to confidently and prolifically play the "game," but I don't because my end goal isn't the same as the end goal of the "game." The "game" only takes you as far as sex and a meaningless relationship. Being that nice guy will result in a victory in the long run. Younger women don't understand that they should pay more attention to the person in their life that treats them with love and respect; reciprocate. Too bad these nice guys are the ones that have to go through heart breaks before they find the right girl.
^same anonymous guy as the one above:
Forgot to ask: I'd like to hear from some girls that read this blog. What are your thoughts about this "nice guy" stuff?
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