so long, and thanks for the memories

breathenoah — Wed, 21 Sep 2011 02:28:39 +0000

three years ago.
that’s when breathenoah began.

it began as an outlet. an expressionary experiment. and little did i know at the time, it signalled the beginning of a journey that was so rich, so empowering, and so liberating that…. breathenoah now has to end. the journey is over and my brand new life has begun.

my life three years ago was very different to my life today. i craved something. something beyond the walls i’d built around me. i craved the rain on my skin. i craved light. i craved living.

i didn’t know i was on a journey at the time, let alone where it would lead. there were times of sadness. darkness. almost depression. but there were also times of hope. beauty. and love.

for me, poetry has existed at the fringes of emotion. and my journey has been full of emotion, and the search for joy.

well, i’ve found it.

in these past three years, i’ve made some real friends. in no particular order i’d like pay tribute to those friendships with a simple hello.

amanda. my first blogger buddy. hello.
rachel. a shoulder and a friend. hello.
brad. a great writer with a great mind. hello.
paul. blogosphere legend. we miss you. hello.
catherine. maelinat, my journey’s butterfly. hello.

and to the many others who have contributed, commented, supported and inspired, namely;

ebbtide, narnie, maxine, gabe, sarah o, thepilogue, cocoyea, jason, thecrimsonthread, fantasia, marian, jayvie, 1writegirl, and jaclyn.

thankyou.

and of course thanks to sara, who became my sole journey-ending inspiration. themostattractivegirlintheroom. heart.

the journey of breathnoah is captured in my book, “poetry, fluxus, and other lett’rous collections.” essentially, publishing the book was the end of the journey, and a neat way to close this chapter of my life. i’ll still be around. reading, writing, exploring. just not as breathenoah.

i am breathenoah and my name is mark.
my name is mark and i am breathing, life.

waht?

breathenoah — Thu, 01 Sep 2011 10:18:57 +0000

i once wrote a tune that went
doof doof and i never
knew why i called
it ‘pure green’ with an english accent
but now i do
now i do
now i do
do
do
do

to be continued

a draft from last august, unedited

breathenoah — Wed, 20 Jul 2011 12:41:36 +0000

hers was not for this or that of mine, but for
this and that of his, i knew, as she
skipp’ed past and fell, into
his or someone elses’
arms, not
mine

character

breathenoah — Fri, 08 Jul 2011 01:39:20 +0000

i need less than i want
namely and actually
freedom to be/have/express character
oh, and
warm wrapp’ed thighs on mine, and
rum

four?

breathenoah — Fri, 10 Jun 2011 01:03:51 +0000

stupendous is ten
wonderful is nine
gorgeous is eight
amazing is seven
superb is six
great is five
and yet l.o.v.e. is only a four letter word?

first kiss

breathenoah — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 11:40:59 +0000

i’m hatching a plan
i need a thug, who is quite skilled and experienced, and who,
for a moderate fee,
will cause me not insignificant (but not life threatening)
brain injury
so that i might taste the sweet ecstasy
of our first kiss, once again

lett’her

breathenoah — Wed, 01 Jun 2011 02:45:36 +0000

dear muse,

yes
yes
yes
& where’s next?

noah

any night

breathenoah — Thu, 26 May 2011 02:05:42 +0000

willed into the blustering
cold and wet night
i ran with a wheezing
heart and straining stride

alone in the crowds of hissing
cars and dazzling lights

i ran faster, and free