EP Mason

EP Mason Mar 2014

nights are best spent
melting into my bed
feeling waves crash over me
being pulled down to the depths of the sea
in the thin air
when the blankets feel like waves

and I can't see beyond this roof but-
I know there are stars above me
that knowing doesn't much frustrate me
I wish this world didn't have such a-
hold over me

I wish I could
drown in the sea
not my bed
it would be a far more honest way to die
I'd rather be ripped apart in a tide
than
black out under sheets
again

EP Mason Mar 2014

Journal extract (16-03-14)

Love makes you do really stupid things. Love makes you go to the florist to buy a dozen red roses when you have hay fever. Love makes you stay in the cinema watching the film when you feel like your bladder is going to explode, only because her head is on your shoulder and she looks so **** beautiful. Love makes you half an hour late for work in the morning and in trouble with your company because you had to kiss him goodbye five more times. Love makes you buy houses you can't afford and do jobs you don't really like, just so they can have a good life. Love is stupid and I don't know why people do it. I don't know why I do it.

EP Mason Mar 2014

Untitled

Why do I keep on
                          making mixtapes, and writing verses
                                                                    and detailing 10 page letters
                                                                                               you will never receive?

EP Mason Mar 2014

Waxing moon: Journal entry (11-03-14)

Tonight I watched the sky for longer than I'd ever done before
The white afternoon deepened to crystal and
I saw each star gently fade into view
until darkness covered me
like the clouds covered the waxing, weeping moon
and astral tears melted from its craters
and on nights like this I usually
think of Van Gogh
or McNeill Whistler's
Nocturne in black and Gold
but tonight I thought of
how there are more stars in the sky
than
drops of water on Earth
sorry

EP Mason Mar 2014

Place to be (Nick Drake)

When I was young, younger than before
I never saw the truth hanging from the door
And now I'm older--see it face to face
And now I'm older--gotta get up clean the place

And I was greener, greener than the hill
Where flowers grew and sun shone still
Now I'm darker than the deepest sea
Just hand me down give me a place to be

And I was strong, strong in the sun
I thought I'd see when day is done
Now I'm weaker than the palest blue
Oh so weak in this need for you

There is no tortured soul I connect with more than Nick Drake. He is the soundtrack to the abysmal life.

EP Mason Mar 2014

Journal extract (04-03-14)

My cold feet cannot be warmed
in the fire that is my heart

EP Mason Mar 2014

Frames

I wish I were Frida Kahlo's vibrant Mexican flowers

Or Salvador Dali's dripping watch

Van Gogh's maleficent moon

Warhol's saturated polaroid

Klimt's ****** lips

Or Vermeer's cornflower blue and singular pearl

But I am yet to make a stroke in ones historical
aesthetical
eye