Blog of Pending Doom

Nine Fingers

Root Rootski — Sun, 17 Jan 2010 23:59:59 +0000

I realized yesterday that I type with nine of my ten fingers. It all started almost a year ago, when I grew out the nail on my right index finger for use as a guitar pick. It was just the right consistency, and I didn’t have to worry about losing it, just breaking it.
It served me well, but a couple months ago I removed it and switched to ultralight picks. They’re nice, and I’ve managed not to lose many of them. However, having such a large nail on just one finger caused me issues typing, so I eventually stopped typing with it over the course of a year. Now that almost two months have passed, I’ve come to realize that I still do not use the finger for typing, and when I do, it feels foreign and uncomfortable.
I suppose it’s just one more thing to tag on to my résumé of oddities.

Remember the Butterflies

Root Rootski — Thu, 21 Sep 2006 17:04:33 +0000

What is this thing?

This indescribable thing.

This powerful thing.

This driven thing.

This tender thing.

This caring thing.

This passionate thing.

This thing.

What is this thing?

Is it a hand slipping into a hand and not letting go?

Is it a kiss on the cheek for the sake of a kiss on the cheek?

Is it a hug when a hug is needed?

Or is it a hug just because of the possibility of a hug?

Maybe it’s something more abstract.

Is it the butterflies in your stomach?

Is it that shiver down your spine?

Is it the feeling that nothing can go wrong?

Is it that rush every time you see them smile?

Whatever it is,

Hold on to the rush.

Do not forget the shiver.

Remember the butterflies.

Behind Thine Eyes

Root Rootski — Fri, 25 Aug 2006 03:37:32 +0000

Your toxins
Coursing through me
In my veins
You are with me
Every breath
Every heartbeat
You have a place
Within my being
Is the same true for me?
Do I dwell
Behind thine eyes?
Do I lie
Inside your heart?
Am I clenched
Within your fist?
Where ever I may be
Do not forget
Achilles’ heel was held
With tender love

Bittersweet Love

Root Rootski — Wed, 16 Aug 2006 02:18:06 +0000

I want to smell your smell when I wake up.
I want to taste your taste when everything else is wrong.
I want us to become united.
One single body.
In your presence, my heart races.
I can’t hold still.
I want to consume you.
Devour you whole.
I’m addicted to you and I never want it to end.
Hot yet sweet, you get me through the day.
I want you until my body can take no more.
Then, I want you still.
I want you to keep me up all night long.
I want to be with you around the world.
But most of all,
I want you here.
I want you now.
I want you, my bittersweet love.
I want you to be my cup of Joe.

Under The Sky Divine

Root Rootski — Mon, 14 Aug 2006 19:02:19 +0000

You just had a huge talk with her. It lasted for hours. You’re still not sure if anything will change. Now you find yourself walking her home. The street lights are turning on and you admire the cool Autumn air. She’s there, next to you, walking. She looks cold, so you offer her your jacket. She puts it on and zips it up. Now you find yourself walking her home, freezing. You decide to whistle. You, of course, could never whistle, and are actually just blowing air out of your mouth. She sends you an odd look. You smile back and decide not to whistle any more. There are a few moments of silence as you admire the beauty of the night. You notice now that your steps are synchronized to hers. You start counting triplets in your steps. This wouldn’t be so odd if you were doing it silently. She sends you another odd look as you subdivide each step into six counts out loud. She speeds up, either to mess up your counting, or to get away from your freakish behavior. You keep up, still managing to count the beats. You suddenly find yourself being pushed very forcefully into a telephone pole. The large wooden beam was very convincing and you stop counting. You replace yourself next to her. You see the moon and think it is absolutely beautiful. You tell her, but she doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t even look up. You want to hold her hand, but you’re afraid. You don’t want to make her any more uncomfortable than she already is. You’re still not sure if anything will change.You look at the single cloud in the sky, drifting on by at its own pace. A car drives by that is followed by a piercing silence. You notice that she is staring at you and has been for a while. You look into her eyes for a moment, then down at your shoes. Even though you are looking at your shoes, you can still see the face you just looked at. You look ahead. You’re almost at her street and she’s still staring at you. When you looked at her, her face was completely blank. You can’t get her lack of an expression out of your head. She mumbles something about it being cold out. Without thinking first, you put your arm around her and hold her close. So close, that it’s kind of hard to walk, forcing you both to slow down. Now you find yourself with her in your arms under the sky divine. Before you manage to make any real thoughts, she breaks the great embrace and walks up the steps to her house. Now you find yourself walking home, staring at the starry sky, still not sure if anything will change.