I think I already made a post about this, but it happened again.
hello internet my name is Marten.
seems like an easy name. right?
wrong!?!!
it's the most difficult name in the universe.
well not really, but still pretty difficult to properly pronounce apparently.
The other day I met one of my neighbors for the first time. This is how the conversation went.
(Real neighbors name has been changed in this post to protect his identity)
(Neighbor)Hi Neighbor! My name is Scooter. I live a few doors down from you.
(Me) Hi. Marten.
(Scooter) Martian?
(Me) Mar-ten
(Scooter) Mitchem?
(Me) M-A-R-T-E-N
(Scooter) Ah, I see. Marchan. Nice to meet you.
I really think I should go by a different introduction name, so that introductions can move along much smoother.
I need a name.
Something with strong syllables. And less of what ever it is that makes saying the name Marten so confusing.
anyway. happy tuesday
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Eskimeaux - The Thunder Answered Back
o, how my heart can fly when your smile has good intentions
and "hi" can mean the world to me
i know singing makes you shy when it's in front of me and my friends
but your singing means the world to me
how i tried to keep my cool when we disappointed you
you waxen wing, you foolish thing
and o, how i can still taste your tongue tied stare upon my face
you dirty look, you burning bush
so here i sit, come to rest some weight upon your little chest
you free-for-all, you wrecking ball
so here i stand, next to your bed, to lay waste to your healthy head
you spiderweb, you dance of death
you could even be so cold and leave me wondering where you've gone
you prickly frost, you courage lost
you could even be so mad you'd shake me by the shoulders screaming
you coward, you hummingbird
I screamed out how'd it get this bad?
And the thunder answered back
if you know not what you lack
then you must unturn your back
Your inside is overcast
you are tethered to your past
and it must feel like fucking hell
to be a patchwork of yourself,
a bunch of scraps thrown and sewn around your bones
and though you're alone it's holding you too tightly.
But Who are you? From where do you come?
What do you believe in? Whom do you love?
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