Beach Tour begins!

One of my bands, the Zygotes, begins its beach tour this month!

The coming white.

Cold and battered,
the sun screamed out its final lamentation,
Before all was washed away,
in the coming white

The room lost its glow,
and my skin split back to its graphite hairs
Throwing out my last shadow,
against the coming white

I was left standing,
no view left on these barren walls
You stole the colors when you left,
and walked out to the coming white



This poem was from Protagonize. I wrote it on a thread called 'picture inspired poetry game', wherein people posted a picture and others would write a poem based off of it. I wrote this off of a simple pen and paper drawing of a man standing against a wall.

Thought we were through with this.

I hate to rant about personal shit, but this is my blog and I need a space to rant for a while.
My mom'd just finished dealing with ovarian cancer, it's only been half a year. She went through test after test, and went to extraneous radiation just to make sure everything was fine, and in the end the doctor told her she has nothing to worry about.

She's since switched doctors. Getting a lump checked out on her leg (turns out just a hernia), the doc told her to get a chest x-ray while she's at it.
Now they've found that she has cancer again. Lung. Fucking. Cancer.

God dammit, if you're treating somebody for cancer, shouldn't it be part of your duty to check out their entire body for any more signs? How can you let that totally slip by, to be caught in just some random ass checkup?
I feel so bad for her, she's went through so much shit last year, and now she has to go through it all again.
Thankfully this time she'll go into it otherwise relatively healthy, unlike last time where she started it right after a massive surgery.
But still, how the fuck was this not caught earlier?

New Wind

Yesterday I managed to reach another of those points where you step outside of yourself for a moment and give yourself a good look. I realized that I've been holding on to so much anger the past few months, that it's been slowly dragging me down. I haven't even been able to get a good grip on what's going on all around me, and I have a lot of good changes recently.
It's moments like these where I'm finally able to stop for a second, take all that anger, and drop it. To forget all transgressions to the best of my ability, and forget all that I feel people owe me, and all that I feel I owe other people. To forgive everything that's been grating against me. I just let it go.

It felt like my lungs were re-inflated with air, the proverbial weight lifted off of my chest. I could breathe clearly through my mouth and one working nostril, and for the first time in too long I tasted the air and marveled at the simple beauty around me. I've jammed with a few people since then and I'm finally able to improvise and come up with good new material again.

I'm entering a new chapter in my life, I have a fresh start coming to me in every angle, and I am excited.

N3rd P03m!

This wasn't written by me, it was instead written by the author of a little webcomic I follow, 'Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal'.
He wrote it for his wedding, and then put it on his site.
Being as I write poetry, and am a total geek, I figured I'd post it on here, so, here it is.

Opposites attract, it's said
We nerds have reservation
In point of fact, some are instead
Monopoles, like gravitation
Our chemistry is built on brains,
Devised like DNA,
Our bond is strong as phosphate chains
He is T, and she is A
Though not always harmonic
Like 1 per n summed sure is
We're decreasingly monotonic
(Our sum always converges)
Today we vow to do our parts
For optimal marriage fitness
To reside in one another's hearts
Like Dirofilaria Immitis.

-Zach Weiner

Damn.

No longer in the poetry tournament, and just when we were about to go to the round we have to write a ballad, too.