not quite.

truly, i don't know what my mind fabricates when it crochets this unfaulty image of you
quite so pristine, young, and even rock hard.
much less, i don't understand why it is this framework of you that i manage to see.
but there you were, in my weak jelly arms, your heart split into two.
your limbs splayed into disappointing directions, and your large eyes hidden beneath layers of crystalline tears.
it takes so much for you to release and unravel the binds.
in my illness and chill, you would brush the strands away from my flustered face
in the compounds of an empty apartment living room. look over and above from me, and watch me
flail in confusion from your incorrigible presence.
and you'd initiate the grounds that 'this is what happened', and proceed to flounder yourself
next to my blushing shoulder down to the bosom, when which i am thrown off, apart, and to start.
while i am on the floor recollecting my stability, i can't.
you had me at 'you are me', 'i am you.', and 'this is what i do.'
oh, the things i'd do to have a glimpse of you.
i know this isn't the best time for an entrance, and there may never be that opportunity to bask behind the curtains and play.
but certainly, there is a flash flood of interneural connections that we share
forbidden to one, and unthinkable to bare.
oh how i tremble and tread the pebble bridges of the public campus, dreaming of more and more
of me suffocating in the compartments of your chest as you grapple and hold me
but only for a brief yet playful moment of time.
and then your smile above me, with exposure to tracks and metallics that i happen to ignore, folds discretely to the shapes and wrinkles of your innocence and intoxicated air.
it is the spark of the hunt, the fakeness of a cold front, the idea that we are seriously being serious
that wills me to think the unimaginary facets of you.
we complete, we coincide, we c o l l i d e .
it's not so easy to hide the idea of our perfect fits if it's been the talk of the town.
you might as well ought to believe it
that it's a possibility, but unfortunately a possibility too difficult to suit.
/
i dare continue myself to disclose these immensely impulsive desires i have for the youth of you,
and it is likewise not the same for sure, though fine with that i am.
i can not bare to contain myself while i sit here with the dim-ending thought of your soft lips brushing my unworthy cheeks.
and yet, i must entreat from the desires of which i seek.
for this other half of your blaze is an anti-seductive counter, that which fights to regulate our fingers and actions that attribute to wordless conversation.
so no matter, anti-seductress, you have my fullest support in this grandiose scheme of a soul captor.
i look to venture for his unending fountain of dreams and have it all for my own,
to pleasure myself and bask in the feelings of the moment.
but anti-seductress, that must not be and i fully consent to you.
have at me sheathes if i unsheathe my flaming heart.
my hard head won't have at him.
don't allow me.

I did a contest in February called February Album Writing Month; much in the same vain as NaNoWriMo, participants are asked to write a 14-song album in a one month period (or 28 days). I epically failed, largely due to midterms and such and only finished half of the album. Maybe sometime in the [far, far, far] future I'll finish the second half, but I'm hoping to finish up mixing and recording extra vocals for the first half by the end of spring break. My concept was the iconic story The Velveteen Rabbit (hella quick read - link). This song in particular is a conversation between the Velveteen Rabbit and the Skin Horse. Musically, the album is an "experimental-pop-lulliby"; something haunting and beautiful.

Once You Are Real - Mark Sescon


Once You Are Real

Does it hurt to be real?
Does it happen all at once?
Does it hurt to feel?
How much strong can you get until you are wasted?

It doesn't happen all at once.

Treasure map

That taciturn stare,
it wears me down to the
latest drips of a
cultured vial
-the ones that I see in the hospitals.
That (glistering) way
you fix yourself in my kaleidoscope eyes.
That (devious) laugh,
that (meticulous) demeanor,
your regular attire.
So regular to the eagle eye,
so regular to the passer-by.

Your Wedding Ring

I am but a ring:
A tiny, circular object
Useless and cold without your touch.

I am but a ring:
Small in every physical form,
Large with every symbolic meaning.

I am but a ring:
Wrapped around your finger,
Moving only when you desire.

I am but a ring:
Something you wear for all to see
But only when you desire me.

I am but a ring
And engraved in my interior
Is your broken promise
Of fidelity, loyalty and love.

I am ring.
I am your ring.
I am your wedding ring.

[Stall]Secret

I found these secrets written on the wall in one of the bathrooms of the libraries on campus. They are/n't my scribbles, but I feel like they're worth sharing.

My first time

recording in a studio.
what else? tsk tsk, dirty minds, you. lawl.

anyways! if you didn't know i've been taking voice lessons since mid-december. i think there has been minor improvements? but yeah, my vocal teacher is super awesome. if ya'll ever want me to refer you guys to him, let me know! he's always accepting new students.

but yeah, i recorded my first run-through on monday. like professional studio & all the equipement and stuff (ask nez, she's been). it's super fun, but nerve racking at the time. by next thursday i should have figured out exactly how i want to sing it, what i like and what i don't like, work on the weaker parts, and also arrange backup vocals. i'm SUPER excited.

like, i know i'm not gonna be a recording artist or whatever, and this is just for fun, and i've always wanted to learn more about music.

soooo, here you go!

Kirsten Ascio - stay - Kirsten Ascio

please comment! something constructive if possible :D

ALSO, does anyone know how to make it not 30 seconds of play? (MARK SESCON)

A Song About You

I don't have one.

I sit and wait and think
Of You,
Of all that You've blessed me with,
Of all that You've cursed me with...
Always thinking of ways to describe
How You cause me to feel so much agony,
So much desire,
So much compassion and...
Just so much more...
But I can never find the right words
Or the right melody
Or create any harmony
That perfectly transmits
Each emotion that You evoke from my heart.

You:
The first thought of my day and
The last intention in my prayers...
My inspiration to live,
The one I'm willing to die for...
The one who showed me how to love...

Many musicians and writers will say,
"If you're inspired, it'll just come out."
Well here's a question for them:
What happens when one is overwhelmed with inspiration?