Here's a new poem that I just wrote:
"Sitting in a Tree"
by Brandon Bruno
Lacey and Stan, sitting in a tree
without much care for you or me;
my life's a rough one to bear
with my words, this I share:
Jealousy rears it's ugly head
when my heart least needs fed;
volumes of shadows and pain
find their way into my veins.
I know I can't sit and wait
for me to believe in fate;
I'm aware that she' not coming back
but it's hard to accept it as fact.
Indeed my heart is wasting away
like black and brown snow in May;
from the darkest of days and nights
to not cry, I must put up a fight.
But from the ashes and dust
comes courage that is a must;
soon I'll be free again
with me and my friends.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
BOWLING BASH (Winter 2006)
Announcing:
B3's Bowling Bash Winter 2006
Food, fun, friends, and free drinks!
See my Facebook profile for more details, and soon to come, more information via the link to the right!
B3's Bowling Bash Winter 2006
Food, fun, friends, and free drinks!
See my Facebook profile for more details, and soon to come, more information via the link to the right!
Sunday, January 29, 2006
The Tears of the Midnight Sun
Everynight I go to bed in tears.
Everyday I wake up wishing that September never did end.
On nights like this, I feel like I must fight for my life.
I want to be happy again...
Everyday I wake up wishing that September never did end.
On nights like this, I feel like I must fight for my life.
I want to be happy again...
*poof*
My head throbs with pain, my eyes and cheeks tighten to hold back tears.
That means Lacey just called me.
I hate my life.
That means Lacey just called me.
I hate my life.
Out...
I'm going to BG tonight to meet a very old friend, Nichole W., for dinner.
Most people at this point jump in and say, "since when did you like Nichole?"
To that I reply, "grow the fuck up."
Look at it this way - I'd rather go through my weeks this semester getting along with friends - old and new alike - than sit on my ass at home worrying about what Lacey's up to every minute of the day.
It's like I'm still an obsessed, overbearing, rude, crude boyfriend...
So I'm off to enjoy the beautiful streets of downtown Bowling Green.
PS - It's time for Spring... this 52 degree weather is killing me, knowing that tomorrow it's all snow and thirties again...
Most people at this point jump in and say, "since when did you like Nichole?"
To that I reply, "grow the fuck up."
Look at it this way - I'd rather go through my weeks this semester getting along with friends - old and new alike - than sit on my ass at home worrying about what Lacey's up to every minute of the day.
It's like I'm still an obsessed, overbearing, rude, crude boyfriend...
So I'm off to enjoy the beautiful streets of downtown Bowling Green.
PS - It's time for Spring... this 52 degree weather is killing me, knowing that tomorrow it's all snow and thirties again...
Friday, January 27, 2006
It Comes to This
So here I am, my new nightly routine.
No longer do long nights until 3am seem likely. Sadly, 11:30pm feels far too late for me to keep my eyes open... Not to mention, being up much later causes my mind to veer into that blurry, gray area between sleep and dreams, where my waking self can't seem to pick out what's real emotion and what I'm making up for the sake of staying sane.
I do not like this, but I have to keep telling myself it's me. Without Lacey, I have not much of a life. Between school being a 50 hours a week job, and Meijer barely giving my enough hours to buy gas to get to the damn place, my only solace seems to be this moment: sitting on my bed, minutes away from sleep, pouring my last normal thoughts and emotion to the world on a rickety laptop.
Lacey's in Columbus this weekend. I did not think she'd go - not with the way she's been acting lately... acting, very much so, like she doesn't want me in her life at all. I'll be crushed if it comes to that.
I need an escape; a way out. I need to find where I can hide my mind from my thoughts, and make sure it never listens to my heart, which still bleeds from wounds that will never heal.
Inevitable death, I suppose.
No longer do long nights until 3am seem likely. Sadly, 11:30pm feels far too late for me to keep my eyes open... Not to mention, being up much later causes my mind to veer into that blurry, gray area between sleep and dreams, where my waking self can't seem to pick out what's real emotion and what I'm making up for the sake of staying sane.
I do not like this, but I have to keep telling myself it's me. Without Lacey, I have not much of a life. Between school being a 50 hours a week job, and Meijer barely giving my enough hours to buy gas to get to the damn place, my only solace seems to be this moment: sitting on my bed, minutes away from sleep, pouring my last normal thoughts and emotion to the world on a rickety laptop.
Lacey's in Columbus this weekend. I did not think she'd go - not with the way she's been acting lately... acting, very much so, like she doesn't want me in her life at all. I'll be crushed if it comes to that.
I need an escape; a way out. I need to find where I can hide my mind from my thoughts, and make sure it never listens to my heart, which still bleeds from wounds that will never heal.
Inevitable death, I suppose.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
The Things I Want, by Brandon Bruno
Why do I try to hide it anymore?
I'm not a gray-and-beige, 9 to 5 person.
I'm the air you breathe, the grass you walk on, the water you drink... I'm every fucking place you are...
If I could live in the middle of a goddamn sweaty rainforest butt naked, I would. America is a great country, but I'm not cut out to be a conformist. School, work, retire, die. Everyone does it. It's the American thing to do.
I'm a human.
I'm built for two things: to find food, and to not become food (thank you, Bobby Gaylor). That's it. There should be no more complications in life. Indeed, there are.
"The dirty looks, the drama, the bitches and the lies."
Fuck you Lacey.
How can I love you so much and hate you so much at the same time?
I'm losing my mind.
It's time I break free...
I'm not a gray-and-beige, 9 to 5 person.
I'm the air you breathe, the grass you walk on, the water you drink... I'm every fucking place you are...
If I could live in the middle of a goddamn sweaty rainforest butt naked, I would. America is a great country, but I'm not cut out to be a conformist. School, work, retire, die. Everyone does it. It's the American thing to do.
I'm a human.
I'm built for two things: to find food, and to not become food (thank you, Bobby Gaylor). That's it. There should be no more complications in life. Indeed, there are.
"The dirty looks, the drama, the bitches and the lies."
Fuck you Lacey.
How can I love you so much and hate you so much at the same time?
I'm losing my mind.
It's time I break free...
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Fly Like An...
As my own transformation continues away from Lacey, I find myself becoming a completely different person - or am I simply expressing the very person that become frustrated with her all along, and this is the way things were meant to be?
Perhaps the Eagles said it best, in this case:
"Ooh, another love has come and gone
Ooh, and the years keep rushing on
I remember what you told me before you went out on your own:
’sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone.’
So you can get on with your search, baby, and I can
Get on with mine
And maybe someday we will find , that it wasn’t really
Wasted time..."
Perhaps the Eagles said it best, in this case:
"Ooh, another love has come and gone
Ooh, and the years keep rushing on
I remember what you told me before you went out on your own:
’sometimes to keep it together, we got to leave it alone.’
So you can get on with your search, baby, and I can
Get on with mine
And maybe someday we will find , that it wasn’t really
Wasted time..."
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Progress!
Okay, I'll be honest...
I'm not sure if I'll have the complete "Gone" script done for the end of this week. Even so, I intend to begin a casting-call for the video (three principle actors (2 guy + 1 girl) and for a working crew of at least three persons.
Here's hoping all goes as planned.
I'm not sure if I'll have the complete "Gone" script done for the end of this week. Even so, I intend to begin a casting-call for the video (three principle actors (2 guy + 1 girl) and for a working crew of at least three persons.
Here's hoping all goes as planned.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
"Gone" and Out of Here
Alternate Control Productions is proud to announce the developement of a brand new project. With full-scale production slated to begin within weeks, I'll be posting many details on this space until the ACP website is back up.
Announcing:
Internally known as P0011, ACP's new project is an unofficial music video to the song "Gone," written and performed by Switchfoot.
Accompanying the production will be a short story written by myself. I hope to be in full-scale production by the spring (hopefully to capture some sweet footage, as Northwest Ohio offers some beautiful spring imagery.
Anywho, I'll begin casting in three to four weeks and have immediately begun the search for anyone interested in working with me on this project.
If you want to get involved, drop me a line: bmbruno@gmail.com
Announcing:
Internally known as P0011, ACP's new project is an unofficial music video to the song "Gone," written and performed by Switchfoot.
Accompanying the production will be a short story written by myself. I hope to be in full-scale production by the spring (hopefully to capture some sweet footage, as Northwest Ohio offers some beautiful spring imagery.
Anywho, I'll begin casting in three to four weeks and have immediately begun the search for anyone interested in working with me on this project.
If you want to get involved, drop me a line: bmbruno@gmail.com
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Feeling Like It...
I frequently become bored with Blogger. Don't get me wrong, it's a great blogging tool, with minimal ads and a very professional look. That's the problem. Lately I've been wanting to go nuts with design and totally freak out the world. Black on pink on purple on green highlighted by blue and red?
Colors make me happy, afterall...
Ah hell, maybe one of these days I'll get around to starting a Xanga or Myspace blog.
Colors make me happy, afterall...
Ah hell, maybe one of these days I'll get around to starting a Xanga or Myspace blog.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Updating...
I'm slowly bringing some old links back online. For one, the Alternate Control Computing link on the right is now working to the temporary website I have established. The Translucency Series is also back online.
Soon enough I'll have ACP back up for details on the upcoming video production.
I'm still trying to pick out a good song to shoot for a music video.
Soon enough I'll have ACP back up for details on the upcoming video production.
I'm still trying to pick out a good song to shoot for a music video.
Monday, January 16, 2006
ACP Is Back
Yesterday I finished a project that I started just the day before...
S3-DVD: "I Will Remember You" was completed as P0010 under the Alternate Control Productions media label, and will be published as a limited work that is now available to a select few people.
Hopefully I can get some artwork up soon...
S3-DVD: "I Will Remember You" was completed as P0010 under the Alternate Control Productions media label, and will be published as a limited work that is now available to a select few people.
Hopefully I can get some artwork up soon...
Friday, January 13, 2006
F.U.
With the events of the last few weeks and the recent mood I've been in, I found listening to Eamon's "Fuck It" - a short lived by already-classic 2005 single - to be very smoothing for my disturbed soul. Even though I don't mean it...
Anyway, I'm considering embarking on a new ACP project, which will be a music video! Hopefully I can get details online soon.
Anyway, I'm considering embarking on a new ACP project, which will be a music video! Hopefully I can get details online soon.
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Sweet Places
I'll start adding some of my favorite "Bird's Eye View" links from Local.Live.com (Microsoft's answer to Google Maps) on this post. Good stuff, here!
Hacienda Hotel -- El Segundo, CA
This is where I stayed when I went to LA last spring break.
Hacienda Hotel -- El Segundo, CA
This is where I stayed when I went to LA last spring break.
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Poem #1
A poem:
What I Miss
by Brandon Bruno
what I miss is not what anyone knows about
but it's something everyone understands
and what I feel inside
feels like a death sentence to my world
as if sharing my thoughts and feelings
will bring my life as I know it to an end
that I never asked for
it was a younger Brandon who said
“a life without love isn't worth living”
my only crime is not knowing when
to stop loving a person
and should not a crime such as this
be a sentence to death, or a chance
to start anew in this game called life?
What I Miss
by Brandon Bruno
what I miss is not what anyone knows about
but it's something everyone understands
and what I feel inside
feels like a death sentence to my world
as if sharing my thoughts and feelings
will bring my life as I know it to an end
that I never asked for
it was a younger Brandon who said
“a life without love isn't worth living”
my only crime is not knowing when
to stop loving a person
and should not a crime such as this
be a sentence to death, or a chance
to start anew in this game called life?
Monday, January 09, 2006
But How Far Down?
"Someday they’ll find your small town world on a big town avenue
Gonna make you like the way they talk when they’re talking to you
Gonna make you break out of the shell cause they tell you to
Gonna make you like the way they lie better than the truth
They’ll tell you everything you wanted someone else to say
They’re gonna break your heart, yeah
From what I’ve seen
You’re just a one more hand me down
Cause no one’s tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
Somebody ought to take you in
Try to make you love again
Try to make you like the way they feel
When they’re under your skin
Never once did think they’d lie when they’re holding you
You wonder why they haven’t called
When they said they’d call you
You start to wonder if you’re ever gonna make it by
You’ll start to think you were born blind
From what I’ve seen
You’re just a one more hand me down
Cause no one’s tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
I’m here for the hard times
The straight to your heart times
Whenever it ain’t easy
You can stand up against me
And maybe rely on me
And cry on me, yeah
Oh no, no, no
Some day they’ll open up your world
Shake it down on a drawing board
Do their best to change you
They still can’t erase you
From what I’ve seen
You’re just a one more hand me down
Cause no one’s tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
Lay them down on me
Oh yeah
You’re just one more hand me down
And all those nots don’t give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down...on me..."
-- Matchbox 20 -- "Hand Me Down"
Gonna make you like the way they talk when they’re talking to you
Gonna make you break out of the shell cause they tell you to
Gonna make you like the way they lie better than the truth
They’ll tell you everything you wanted someone else to say
They’re gonna break your heart, yeah
From what I’ve seen
You’re just a one more hand me down
Cause no one’s tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
Somebody ought to take you in
Try to make you love again
Try to make you like the way they feel
When they’re under your skin
Never once did think they’d lie when they’re holding you
You wonder why they haven’t called
When they said they’d call you
You start to wonder if you’re ever gonna make it by
You’ll start to think you were born blind
From what I’ve seen
You’re just a one more hand me down
Cause no one’s tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
I’m here for the hard times
The straight to your heart times
Whenever it ain’t easy
You can stand up against me
And maybe rely on me
And cry on me, yeah
Oh no, no, no
Some day they’ll open up your world
Shake it down on a drawing board
Do their best to change you
They still can’t erase you
From what I’ve seen
You’re just a one more hand me down
Cause no one’s tried to give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down
I am with you now
Lay them down on me
Oh yeah
You’re just one more hand me down
And all those nots don’t give you what you need
So lay all your troubles down...on me..."
-- Matchbox 20 -- "Hand Me Down"
Friday, January 06, 2006
Changes To Come...
So what's up in the world of Brandon?
Lots.
First up, school starts next week, Monday the 9th. It'll be a busy semester. With classes starting at 11:30am five days a week, and not ending until 6:00 or 7:00pm, I'll pretty much be out of the house most of the week.
Second, my job is going to hell real soon. I'm not sure where I'll be working in Meijer for the short term, but the long-term doesn't look very good... I'm simply not sure where I wish to work.
Third, with Lacey and I growing apart ever moreso, I find myself with more and more free time, and many lonely nights that end up going nowhere.
I guess it's back to Blocchi with me...
Lots.
First up, school starts next week, Monday the 9th. It'll be a busy semester. With classes starting at 11:30am five days a week, and not ending until 6:00 or 7:00pm, I'll pretty much be out of the house most of the week.
Second, my job is going to hell real soon. I'm not sure where I'll be working in Meijer for the short term, but the long-term doesn't look very good... I'm simply not sure where I wish to work.
Third, with Lacey and I growing apart ever moreso, I find myself with more and more free time, and many lonely nights that end up going nowhere.
I guess it's back to Blocchi with me...
Sunday, January 01, 2006
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