Writing poetry, attempting to be honest, and trying to steadily improve my outlook and myself.
WATCHING SHARKNADO! THE ONLY WAY TO POST ABOUT IT IS IN ALL CAPS!
Well, for those who saw, a little while ago I posted a “Top 10 Thrash Metal Albums” list in an attempt to start talking more about music on this blog since I really want this blog to be more about art in general instead of just mostly poetry. Why “Top Album” lists? Well, to me, in the world of music, there is a sort of mythology behind the “album”; the way people talk about albums and how they’ve shaped the music landscape (the way Nirvana’s “Nevermind” brought alternative rock to the forefront, or how Pink Floyd’s “The Wall” can influence so many people to pick up an instrument and start playing), how the band/album can transcend mere mortals playing instruments and dwell in the arena of “legends”, or how a singular release, a collection of songs, can be looked at as a defining masterpiece which everyone has their eyes on. So without further to do, the list of my top 10 favorite folk punk albums of all time (without repeating bands):
1. “Live the Dream” by Ramshackle Glory
2. “Reinventing Axl Rose” by Against Me!
3. “Knife Man” by Andrew Jackson Jihad
4. “Love Songs For The Apocalypse” by Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains/Mantits (even though it is a split, I’ll still put it on here, because its such a huge influence on me and was a gateway to acoustic punk and folk punk as a whole).
5. “The Great Depression” by Defiance, Ohio (it was hard to pick between this and “Share What Ya Got”)
6. “Burn the Earth, Leave it Behind” by Wingnut Dishwashers Union
7. “Happy Birthday Hitler” by Asking For It
8. “The Debt of the Dead” by Ghost Mice (wanted to go with “Europe”, but after thinking it over, this was the better album.)
9. “The Anorexic Olson Twin” by The Anorexic Olson Twin
10. “Talon of the Hawk” by The Front Bottoms
as if God
put his fist
Like burning light
piercing your chest
and drifting on
Life trying to
collapse into itself
until your scattered thoughts
are the aching singularity.
Blurred lines drifting
around you until
they have you by the throat.
A need to be smaller
swallowing you up
as it seems
you are only
I feel like I don’t talk about music here enough (I write about it a bit, but don’t really make posts exclusively to talk about it). Gonna change that up, diversify my blog with more posts on art instead of just the occasional side post about it and then a hundred sub-par poems, haha.
Either way, to kick it off, I’ve decided to start with a list of my top 10 favorite Thrash Metal albums of all time (without repeating bands):
1. “Alice In Hell” by Annihilator
2. “Master of Puppets” by Metallica
3. “Peace Sells…But Who’s Buying?” by Megadeth
4. “No More Color” by Coroner
5. “Enemy of God” by Kreator
6. “Worship Music” by Anthrax
7. “Reign in Blood” by Slayer
8. “Chaos AD” by Sepultura
9. “The New Order” by Testament
10. “Black Future” by Vektor
The size of the universe (including that beyond our observable universe) scares the absolute FUCK out of me!
The internet is a horrifying place and I hate it!
Dance, sing, fly, crash.
Play a laughing God
in a world of stern chaos.
Die with a fist intertwined
with a flag of your eternal spirit,
so they have to bury you
with a reminder of how
alive you were.
Nosebleeds and Television Static.
A mind like a mass of Siamese fighting fish
touching lightly the ends of nihilist strands,
the tension is taut with possible eruption.
Soon the strings will snap
and the screen will scream,
burning eyes ripping through blank gazes,
sending my heart into my throat
as I watch the world become
slammed shut, lost in itself;
the highlighted exit vanishes,
so now the buildings burn,
the metropolis finding jungles once more
as the tunnels fill with solemn blackness.
The piano, a once beautiful thing now shattered,
only knows crooked notes,
creating a melody reminiscent of times
both gone and coming, a song of futures and pasts;
we are looking to be the last betta
in a tank filled with scattered scales
where a functioning brain once was.
Wordless howls becoming us
as we convince ourselves,
with drunken willfulness,
that we are equally as civilized
as we once were, our clarity unchallenged…
…but the static piles on top of more static,
overpowering reason and observation.
It always drowns out an unforgiving truth;
We are not as great as we think we are,
we are not beyond our vices,
we are still falling for rabbit traps
and refusing to admit its got our tail.
We are what we hate in others.
We are not Tyler Durden,
we are not Tyler Durden,
we are not Tyler Durden,
This is not Fight Club
because everyday we want it to be that
or us to be him, is another day we miss his point.
I will not stare into the screen
and hope that its a mirror,
I will not be lost when the path disappears,
I will find a new one or make my own.
I will not lie to myself, I will not quote someone
without knowing why they said it.
I will burn holes in what tries to trap me.
I will bring new meaning to my name.
I will not be the mimicry.