December 2010
54 posts
a new years toast to all of you
may your best day in 2010 be your worst day in 2011
happy new year to all of you
-todd
a new years toast to all of you
may your best day in 2010 be your worst day in 2011
happy new year to all of you
-todd
hold your horses
it’s the holidays, as we all know (i hope) and i really hope all of you had a wonderful one. i guess the holidays really aren’t over yet because we still have new years coming up…
but, i digress.
i thank you all for sticking around even though i haven’t been posting as much as i usually do. i have been spending lots of time with my wonderful girlfriend and her family as...
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happy holidays
where did my childhood go?
when did it stop, being something i believed in and more of something i felt i had to do, for my siblings and my parents, to make them feel, like i still cared?
where did my childhood go?
when did the man in red, disappear into, my parents and me sharing ‘his’ cookies next to the tree, while little brother and little sister slept, so calm and peaceful in...
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once in a lifetime
in that one moment, when stark white became blood red, i swear i could see your reflection, in that eclipse-
we are so far away
as we both stared, miles apart but hearts entwined
it’s a moment, that i would live forever
Need Words? I Have Cups.: “Is it a blessing or a... →
thewiltedbrew:
A blessing: ~ you get to live life twice ~ you get to live lives you’ve never lived ~ you get to inspire people ~ you get to capture feelings with your own eloquence that others cannot put to words ~ you give life to emotions ~ you can kill pain, live it, or share it A curse: ~ you’re lonely ~ you’re alone in your own mind ~ you are a target ~ you miss meals ~ people think...
join me
i want to try something.
but, i need your help.
bear with me through the next coming week as i venture off to Long Island for a much needed mental rest. yes, i will still be writing. i will be focusing on something a little different however and i would like as many of you as possible to participate.
what is your power animal?
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blackjack past twelve
sometimes there is no reason to talk because i know if i do, i’m just going to end up in tears.
welcome home, todd. welcome home.
“I carve my eyes, I skin my face
And beg on how to be replaced
That’s how we...”
– Adam Stephens
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pity party
self implosion dexterous and malicious-
i walk through minefields, littered with my own, limbs and entrails- dragging them through the mud, dirt grime blood a lost sense of self hope sanity
i am nothing that has everything and who always ruins it
go ahead, i’ll show you
give me something beautiful i’ll make it ugly
give me something inspiring i’ll turn it dull
give me...
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sleeping
i wish i could sleep-
tucked carefully inside, the pages of sleep a book i’d like to read-
but i cannot read braille, i am blind to peace of mind and not even, the written word can save me from this
but nothing can, i fear-
“Golden slumber kiss your eyes, Smiles await you when you rise. Sleep, pretty baby, Do not cry, And I’ll sing you a lullaby.”
-siren song, put me...
“The subconcious is easy to explain, to learn from it is the hard part…”
– Leandro Mendez (via urbaneyesontherun)
opinions
so i’ve been thinking lately (scary, i know) and i decided that the only people to ask are those of you that read what i write here.
do you guys feel like the collaboration pieces take away or add to what i do with my actual poetry?
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The green eyed moster
theprincessleah:
Iago: O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger: But O, what damnèd minutes tells he o’er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!
Othello: O misery!
i will always be stuck inside my mind
like a child like a child like a child like a child like a child like a child like a child like a child like a child
the Devil
pristine white suit, like lilies, draped in silk, a blood red handkerchief sitting neatly, in his left breast pocket
he orders a scotch, on the rocks, “no, you’d better make it two”, his voice deep and sensual, like sex between lovers- two fingers reaching high into the air, fingernails clear as glass- perfect teeth, stare back at me piano keys playing soft music while i hang...
“But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really...”
– Mumford & Sons
Watcha video update from me to all of my wonderful followers on tumblr.
thank you for this incredible experience. thank you for reading and thank you for your continued support. i appreciate you all more than i could ever describe.
-todd
update
my video update that i said i was going to do sometime between friday night and saturday afternoon is currently processing. please be patient. it is on its way.
-todd
Watcha video update from me to all of my wonderful followers on tumblr.
thank you for this incredible experience. thank you for reading and thank you for your continued support. i appreciate you all more than i could ever describe.
-todd
another apology
i am sorry to all of those that have left me inspirational poems in my ask box over the past three days. my life has been extremely tumultuous. i will get to them as soon as i can.
also. to those of you that were looking forward to my video update i apologize for not doing it yet. as soon as i can, i will do it.
my apologies, friends.
-todd
today
i found some bad news waiting for me in a box somewhere. it was drenched in my own sweat, blood and tears. it has come at the worse possible time and i fear that the people involved have made me reevaluate the word ‘friend’ once again.
how fitting.
never again will i put myself into something so completely that involves anyone but myself.
never again.
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a natural death
sometimes there is so much to say that it becomes overwhelming, like staring at a tidal wave. but the wave never falls. it never crashes along the beach, sweeping inland tearing apart houses and schools and libraries. it just climbs. higher and higher until it touches the clouds.
it is in this instant that i feel the greatest urge to cry. to weep until my head hurts and i cannot breathe through...
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midnight in december
“you blend in to the background, you’re like a footprint in the sand, you’re only there for a second until, you’re washed away by someone else and become unimportant”, a slight hush, a whisper from the voice, beside my burning ear, hot and red from embarrassment- tears lining my face, another set of words that i didn’t need to hear- insecurities, stomping my teeth, against...
“i saved my money but it can’t save me. and maybe there is blood from the past...”
– the chariot. (via dersteppenwolf)
last call?
if you would like to ask me something for a video update (that will be posted either later tonight or tomorrow around noon) please leave them in the little box that appears below this little blurb of nothing.
thank you.
-todd
a video update on the way
any questions?
i am not fair, i fear.
i’ve poured a lot of myself into my words and into this place.
tumblr has confirmed all of my insecurities both in myself and in the world that we all live in.
tumblr has also dispelled insecurities that i have faced in the however many months it has been since i first arrived here. i’ve met a lot of wonderful people on here. one of them changed my life and a lot of the things that i...
Everyone edits themselves here, and it makes me...
we’re all fakes
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ticket please
despite all i have said, the words, trickling off of my tongue, like drops of blood, from my knife named insecurity they are all lies, i am but a boy in a man’s world, the magazines and televisions, pummel me into the ground breaking my ribs and hollowing out my insides-
i am but a boy, not the man, i have claimed to be in the past, it was all lies and all deceit, just a mask i have worn to...
24 hours ago
i posted a short story in two separate parts. if you missed it and would like to read, Part I can be found here and Part II can be found here.
thanks so much everyone who has already read. thank you for your feedback and for your kind words.
-todd
i've come to realize
that when my mind is blank
it is also busier than usual
Board to Death / Pt. II
It started out fine. Then things started to get weird. I thought at first that maybe it was the wine; that it was fucking with my head. I told Kathy that I wanted to stop and that it was starting to get real. She grabbed me really hard by the hands and said something really fast but I couldn’t catch it. Her eyes rolled back and her nails dug into the backs of my hands. They started to bleed and I...
“I’d ask you about love, you’d probably quote me a sonnet. But...”
– Robin Williams - Good Will Hunting
“you can’t always get what you want,
but if you try sometimes,
you just...”
– Mick Jagger
Board to Death / Pt. I
I woke up all at once and I immediately knew something was wrong because I was completely covered in blood. My hands, my clothes; everything. I was still half asleep when I realized it so I don’t think it completely registered until I tried to get up and half fell.
There was glass everywhere. Fucking everywhere. It cut my feet all to shit and as I tried to pick out the shards so I could...
Late Night Musings
crazyhorsefilms:
Todd is currently working on a new short story for an upcoming Crazyhorse short film.
Crazyhorse likes coffee, cigarettes, science-fiction and time travel.
That is me and I am a part of Crazyhorse Films.
Please show your support for short films and follow this blog.
We do cool things.
-Todd
you tell me
recently i wrote a short story piece that is being turned into a short film by Crazyhorse Films and i was considering putting the short story up on here for everyone to read.
is it something you want to read?
metamorphism
i have changed my theme
what do you think?
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charity
i am a poor, broken man
losing sleep, while i watch a queen, breathe deep- her eyes flutter and my dreams, they never come-
i can’t sleep for fear, of watching the disappointment in my mother’s eyes- hearing the anger, in my father’s voice-
so i just drift, through countless, ticks and tocks of the laughing clock-
i am not healthy
my mind sticks fast, to insecurities and a...
Starting Up
crazyhorsefilms:
Currently we are working on story boarding for an upcoming short film.
It is horror. It is tension. It is gory.
It is based on a short story written by Todd. You can find his Tumblr by clicking that cool little link there.
We are super new so please be patient as we get our bearings. We will be posting clips from our old projects as well as updating all of you lovely people...