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I love and hate when I get a great idea right before I'm about to go to bed.

Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 12:30 AM 0 comments  

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Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 1:25 AM 0 comments  

whirlwind!

watch out!!
bundle the fuck up!
it's about to snow all over your pretty little life
freeze it in place,
so it looks beautiful,
but in reality
it's died...

Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 3:57 PM 0 comments  

what? an actual blog?!: written vs. digital words

that's right. it's fairly early. i'm fairly sick. my voice is shot. i've been surfing the 'net, getting inspired, wishing i was still in a band, the usual. as the select few who actually read this blog may know(ps, thanks!), i usually just post random words up here. most of them i make up on the spot, after i've decided that i feel like writing. yeah, there's usually a subject on my mind, but i go from there. what i've been thinking about for the past, 150 seconds or so, is what the difference between written and typed word is. whether it be creative or informative. i don't really know. i mean, i have an idea. for me, everything i type here, everything online, it's just like all neat, in place. it looks right, and it looks how it should, so all you need to worry about are the words. i have a five star baby blue spiral bound notebook in my front drawer of my desk with some written words in it, when i feel like penning these thoughts out. actually, i lied. i use pencil.

i feel like when writing, i can convey the feelings behind the words more. the way the words are spaced through the blue lines on white, the number of blank lines i leave between verses, the indentation, the capitalization. the shape of the letters, the punctuation. it's all visual when you're actually writing it. sometimes when i have a line, or series of lines, to write down, i have a way i want them said. i have a way i want YOU to read them, or whoever is gonna read them, you know? so i need to actually write it myself. when i really want my words read how i see them, i write them down. you know how poetry is usually read? like, when people think it's artsy to kind of read every few lines as if it were a question, or , as if it had some kind of conflict tag attached to it that made you furrow your brow when you read it? that's b.s. line breaks are meant to have the reader pause. at least mine are. so when i really care about the way a particular series of words are to be read, i write it down, because there's a definite connection between the visual and the intellectual, how the words are portrayed, and how you read them. i like to tap into that with my written word, basically manipulating the societal norm of odd-stressed syllabic poetry, forcing you to read it how i intended. ironic though, as no one really gets a look at the page.

some day.



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a book of oddly placed verbs and nouns
ideas crafted for future songs
manipulating eyes and brain
to make sure
they surely aren't
read so plain

breaking boundaries and
founding foundries
and islands of thought to swim around
where we aren't afraid of sinking.

we aren't afraid of sinking.
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Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 12:54 AM 0 comments  

if and when i grow up

i want a space
mine
officially labeled as such
organized
carefree
where i can work
i can dream
see
make believe

anything

Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 12:31 AM 0 comments  

dancing up and down

the street i know well
i see it different now
the flags hang in unison
the time is clean and kept tidy
and
the melody is richer now.


resonance ringing the bells of our soul,
sustained in the crystals in your eyes.
we all share the same
crunched paper soul
one that expands and unfolds
as we dance up and down.


our ears,
our hearts,
our souls,
know the town.

Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 12:49 AM 1 comments  

here's what youre missing;

pure bright lights
freedom
making decisions from the heart
the sincerity of enjoyment;
and riding the wave
with each swell youre driven
to shore without fear
full speed ahead, i guess
where we end up face first in the sand
but a smile shines through the grains
in between the shells and salt
because the ocean is never more pure
than when you know your direction
your aim
it satisfies you
and the universe
in a way the ignorant do not know.

Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 12:44 AM 0 comments