Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Timber Tinder




Ah, a nice blog post about the dating app Tinder. As if there already isn’t enough of those already. But this has weighed on my mind for a few days so I thought I’d air out how I feel. My history with Tinder is like a bad relationship. I first downloaded the app about a year ago and have since deleted and re-added the app a couple of times already. Currently I have the app and I’m going to delete again. I guess this blog post can serve as a reminder as to why I’ve had such a tumultuous relationship with an app. It’s different from anything else really. The majority of social media I come across I either never use or use quite frequently. The middle ground is probably only this blog. But what I’m saying is that no other app or program has me deleting, reinstalling and then deleting on a frequent basis. So there’s some controversy between myself and the app.
When I first came across Tinder I thought it was great. It was a fun speed-style dating app that reminded me of an electronic form of speed dating. Lacking of course the physical presence of the person in front of you. You begin by crafting your profile (a few pictures and a description) and setting up the distance and age of your potential match. And then you’re off to the races. But then begins one of my first problems with the app.
It kind of turned me into an asshole that I (swear) I’m not. The swiping mechanism works like flipping through a photo album at high speeds. You see something you like? You stop. But I found myself being more vain and shallow than I am in real life. Truthfully I appreciate the beauty of women in all shapes and sizes in the real world. But for some reason without the real-world application I became dis-associated with the reality of relationships. In the real world I can appreciate so much more about a person than their looks. Looks play a large role in physical attraction, of course. But Tinder had me reluctant to pursue someone if that immediate physical attraction wasn’t met. It’s not how I roll in the real world.

Tinder is widely considered a hook up app but is still categorized as a dating app. And I thought about it and came to the conclusion that it really doesn’t matter to me. Hook up or relationship the app wasn’t for me. I don’t necessarily lower my standards for a hook up. People aren’t commodities to me. I understand that emotions exist and I try hard to be aware that the world doesn’t revolve around how I feel. Has a possible hook up came about on Tinder with someone I matched and found attractive? Yes, once or twice. One stands out in particular as being one of the reasons I deleted in the first place last year. I matched with a girl and chatted with her one night while out with friends. She made it preeety clear that a hook up could happen if I wanted. It was up to me, however, to start down that road. Chance was there, didn’t take it. Why? Sounds funny but it’s probably the most obvious reason-I wanted to get to know her better. So I punked out and maintained conversation until the offer had seemingly past. A couple days later I thought of something creative to say and got no response. The thing about it, I’m not opposed to hook ups. Random or not. I think it’s just the situation in which that comes about. Going home with someone that I’ve been dancing and making out with all night at the club seems more organic and normal for me. I’ve certainly done so in the past and never had the voice in the back of my head that Tinder brings.
But yet, even when the girl is cute and a hook up isn’t on the table I’ve backed off. I’ll send compliments and make a witty line or two but stop before it fleshes out into anything tangible or real. It’s a psychological exploration. Tinder made me realize that although I fully support dating apps they aren’t for me. Not yet at least. But I have the advantage of being able to socialize and express myself without reservations. Not everyone has that. Nor does everyone have the time to go out and “get to know” people. I’m kind of stuck in that situation at the moment. School is really important to me now and I find myself living life with a “head down, always busy” kind of attitude. I’m also in a very strange transition with my maturity, lifestyle, friends and entire thought process. Getting older. The tumultuous twenties as I’ve referred to them before.

I’m fully in support of dating apps because I like the idea of finding alternatives to partner finding. How it goes now it’s like you’re only as available as you are known to people. The wider the social circle the wider the connection that come from that circle. Most people walk right into a potential partner (literally) at a SOCIAL event. So if your life is lacking on the social side, it becomes difficult to meet people. Imagine moving to a completely new city?

The transition I spoke about-deserves its own post. My last thought on this issue is in regards to humanity. I realized a long time ago that I feel for those I don’t know. It’s some kind of emotional hypersensitivity. There’s some name for it. It’s good and bad. Lots of things out of your own control when you feel like that. But I don’t want to discount someone because they may not be a potential physical partner of mine. I value friendship deeply on a different level than physical and emotional intimacy. 

Perhaps that's why Tinder isn't for me-for now. I think what I'm looking for most lies in eye to eye contact and the bravery of the approach. I'm too much of an addict for intimacy in the real world. 

Sincerely
Dev

 

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Things Will Be Fine



Things will be fine.
Sometimes it’s cold outside and the bus comes on time
Sometimes I save a little from cheque to cheque
Not hanging off my last dime
Although I’m content with hanging off the right dime
She’s got eyes that pierce the way into a rhyme
Sometimes it storms outside
But art is in the way the trees sway and wind chimes
I’ll draw promises in the sand while you play in the water
And they disappear when the wind blows
Sometimes things don’t last but that’s just how life goes
Not sure what’s cool but I know what’s fake
Fake people aren’t there when push hits a shove
And that shit shows
Not down with the porcelain scene.
I’ve had my lips frozen to a glass past
Not entirely sure where this poem is going
I’ll let it adrift into the water
Watching life from a sun orbed backdrop
Toes just brushing the water.
Things will be fine.

-D.R

Monday, November 2, 2015

Dangerous Creativity

I wish my demons on no one.
Fuck a feel good piece
I shook hands with fate when I began to write
I knew at the age of ten the price I'd pay
When my heart connected to the pen.
Too much to drink into the darkness I'd swing
Nowadays I swing alone in the park and think
A man now, things have calmed down
Storms have settled
But the past still taps me on the shoulder
Reminding me of when life weighed heavy on me like a boulder
I was cold in so many ways
Toes frozen I'd count the days
Until I could hold her
Summertime eyes had me craving skin on skin
Telling those heavy summer time lies
Waiting for that fall
When the breath shows and the feeling lingers
Short days and longer nights
Lingerie down your thighs
I'd lay awake and watch you sleep praying the sun doesn't rise
A man now, things have settled
But the demons call from the attic of my mind
Knowing that pain creates fury and desire of a different kind
That's dangerous creativity.
The twisted reflection in a broken glass
The fear of young mother with a hungry belly at home who's depending on her to go to class and pass.
The all-in fire in the eyes of a gamblers desire
A long walk at night when things at home ain’t right
I carry a pen in my back pocket
Ready to explode
To create a mess cleaned up with reckless passion
The love was revolutionary
Creativity dangerous
 
-Dev
 
 

Sunday, October 4, 2015

The Sad Clown

My relationship with this blog has turned into an old friend that you still care for but has drifted away. I mean, I just celebrated my friends birthday and realized we've been friends for twenty some odd years now. But still, we don't see each other often. The need is not there. That's not necessarily a bad thing. It's the way with old friends that sometimes you don't see each other often-but when it counts they are there. And this blog expects nothing from me. I heave the guilt upon myself for not writing in it as often as I once did. But if you check the timeline, it's been almost eight years since I originally created this website. Over those eight years it's been an up and down relationship.

I still write, mostly in a notebook. Mostly in my head. I say "mostly in my head" because the poetry of life still flows through me. But doesn't necessarily find itself on paper. Life is busy. It elbows it's way into our creativity and forces us into ultimatums. I call it the "poetry of life" because it's a feeling within myself that can only be described if you can describe the complexities of life. Which I doubt anyone can. But those mysterious moments where I want to cry and then laugh because of the beauty of such an emotion..Am I rambling? Tears can be powerful modes of communication within ourselves. Probably that moment where the walls come down and we've stopped protecting our ego with blind defiance.

I remember as a child crying and ignoring any comfort of words. I wanted to cry. It was something that needed to be let into the air. As a human I have very little power in the grand scheme of things. This is especially vivid as a child requiring the assistance and love of those that may or may not give. But I wanted to scream and ignore the warmth. That was power. The power to scream into the sky and swing my fists at objects that wouldn't give way. Nowadays I don't have the luxury of feeling overwhelmed with emotion as much. So I appreciate the tears when they do come. Mostly smiling as they slowly release themselves from my hard head. This protective wall I've built up. To smile and cry is a rather confusing scenario for some.

It reminds me of a line from Jay Electronica. "Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown"

Release. Write. Release. Write. Write to release and be all right.

Let's get to some poetry. Because that's all I've ever been and all I'll ever be.

I hope you understand
That when tears run down my face while I write
It's not sad
It's good
It's what I wanted to say to release the day
And these currents be passion
A break in the emotionless tide of work and purchase
I take the waves and add dreams to chase
Good friends come and go
Toes curl around the sand
I write and feel so far away from the cash demand
I feel so alone in a beautiful way
Soon enough the right hand will force itself from the crowd
And it was so loud but dead quiet when we kissed
Guess we inspired those who have forgotten what they missed
Such is art.
With the power to silence and explode all at once
And you would scream so the photographs shook
And you would turn away so silently the walls spoke
Both times I would reach out just to feel your energy
You were hot to the touch
I'm crippled by my crutch
And all the past girls have me distancing myself
Not saying too much
You either feel me or not
Hoping you're reading eyes never had to tip toe in relationship rot
So you either feel me or not
But I've been feeling myself so it don't matter much
If you like me or not
Because nothing like poetry generated while isolated
Confessing my sins in the mirror
Cold eyes glared back
So no gaze can faze...

It's because I inspected myself
Ran my hands along new lines under my eyes
New lines make up new lies
Can't believe I tell em
Wondering who I am while I dissapear into the night air
I played a victim role when I never really cared
I collapsed in front of the crowd
And they all stood and stared
Later they said it was the pen that destroyed me
I carried it around too often
It took me to another life
Just trying to contain the rage
Old friends want to remember me
So they dust off an old page
Finding wisdom in words

 -Dev


Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Movie Night


Just Being Honest



Solo swing set
Toes dragging along the gravel
I stare straight ahead and tell myself the latest argument was heaven sent…
Meant to be because they say all couples argue to a certain degree
But the edge of our words is felt from deep within
And they escape my lips despite my attempts to re-arrange their impact.
Your love turned sour
A pointless battle you’re trying to win
No passion beyond each embrace or a kiss
I got caught up in a situation I told all my friends to avoid
I got caught up in a situation just trying to fill a void
I’m just being honest
It’s not always easy coming home to my apartment alone
So I get wild with the phone
Acting sleazy just to not be alone
Playing an act while we’re pressed up against the wall
I’m just being honest
My hands know a different kind of love than my heart
They pursue pleasure with no fear of the explosiveness of affection.
We create storms with cold eyes and warm bodies
Combined together, drunk off the wine and each other
The defiance of fate
When those two collide the night sky illuminates my apartment for a moment
And if you look closely you can see us holding onto each other
I’m just being honest
I’ve never tasted a mixture so sweet as love yet so bitter when deserted

-Dev