So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I’ve decided to finally make the switch official.
This blog will no longer be updated internally, everything will now RSS back to StrangerSide at Wordpress.
strangerside.wordpress.com will be your new home for all the random junk that I decide to post. Hopefully, it’ll end up becoming quite different from what I’ve done here, maybe closer to what I originally intended to do with this blog.
If you still wanna follow, that’s cool. But all the main posts will be over at the WordPress.
It was nice getting to know you all, farewell.
Make Me What She Deserves
By Nicholas Petela
Written July 28,2013
(Hey, guys, remember how I used to openly talk about my faith here on tumblr? Remember how some of my poems used to even be about that stuff? I remember. I remember that it wasn’t too long ago. :P
In all seriousness, this has been chasing me for awhile and I thought it more than deserved a poem. And around that time, a poem got written. Correlation does not imply causation on this, as my poems kind of have a life of their own.
I am like this crazy nightmare
I can’t wake up from
What I’ll become
And where this tongue-tied plot will go
Don’t even pretend that you know
I don’t quite get why I’m so lost
On the cusp of dreams as they unfurl
And every action can’t count the cost
It falls from the fact
That I think I love that girl
I’ll admit these thoughts get on my nerves
I know there’s still so much to do
Lord, please make me the man she deserves
And in the meantime
Just get me through
I know you want to make
It worth the wait
So please give me the strength
I know I must get close to you
But please help me through
The thoughts that cloud the way
To the truth
And if only it were
That my heart was just a little more pure
And if I knew my desire for you
Would be stronger than my desire for her
I know in grace you’d give
To a child who deserved
But only if you come first
Will I become the man she deserves
I feel like I’m the worst
Can’t find the strength
To want you first
And God I know it’s you I seek
But the spirit is willing
And the flesh is weak.
The Abstract Of A Madman
By Nicholas Petela
Written July 15, 2013
(I don’t even know if this is a ‘poem’ anymore. I’m just frustrated about a lot of stuff right now and I guess this is about what I can come up with.)
(Alsofacts: Tumblr, I’m sorry, we’ve had a good run, but… how do I say this… it’s just not a good time right now. I need to explore some other options, see the world, y’know? And I think you and I both know what this is. This was never supposed to get serious. So, what I’m trying to say is… I’m breaking up with you. And we’ll still talk now and again, but I’m going to be moving along to WordPress sometime soon, where I hope to post a lot more regularly (fingers crossed). That’s still in the works, I’ll post here once it’s all final. My new WordPress posts will be RSS’ed through tumblr so you can still see them here, but I will no longer be actively maintaining this blog.)
Mine is the story
Of every time I had to remember
To set down
All the rocks I’d picked up
Because they were never mine to begin with
Of how I can really be a jerk sometimes
Filthy with good intentions
Yet just plain filthy
You’re gonna say
That I’m a nice guy
And I’m a good guy
And I deserve the best
But I don’t know if I can swallow that
Because I’ve met the best
And most of them don’t talk to me anymore.
Sorry, I’ve become a bore.
I guess, most importantly,
I long to escape the realm of the theoretical
And travel on to what is real
To remember what it means to feel
Forgive me, though I rant
I know I love them
I’ve forgotten what for
And I guess I can’t make this out to be
Any more than the abstract painting
Of a madman.