Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
Krisis has been creating Crushing Krisis since 2000, writing songs since 1996, and reading comics since 1991. He is a Customer Success and Digital Brand Strategy executive, serial organizer, parent, and feminist, among other things. Based in Philly through 2017, he now resides in Wellington, NZ.
by krisis
They’re all tiny facets of the same song. I do this sometimes… circle the drain. I just spin and spin and spin without ever getting to where i need to go. But, sometimes the end result is just somewhere in all the spinning. I have my guitar with me today at work and it’s lunchtime. We shall see where the day leads me…
by krisis
#3
because i feel like
because i feel like there is
nowhere else to go
because i feel like
i am melting down
and i can’t slow down
because i feel like
a marionette burning up my silken strings
they aren’t strong enough to hold me
but i can’t do anything to get away
i am trapped up on my cardboard box
stage with nowhere else to go
like my life is just some five year olds
putting on a clumsy little show
and i’ve got my boxed up view
of paradise shining in
with everyone staring back at me
and i can’t slow down
It works, honestly it does. Pretend Fiona Apple is singing it. But, Rabi’s the one who wrote it, really, not i. I just had this instant “make me a song” reaction when i read her post. Apologies for maiming it so badly, R.
by krisis
#1
you snapped one of my heart-strings from playing too hard/ did you think the heartbeat was just you thrashing at your guitar?/ you forget all the little things/ and i just know how things are/ and i think i’m gonna lead by example/ and get real far away// cause you poor little caged bird you never sang to me/ but oh how your cries rang out when i set you free/ i had never before heard such a noise/ your voice sang the way my heart would sing if i had the choice.// So leave me here wading in the low tide/ cause the waters are as low as my pride/ you took it away like a ship set off to the sea/ left me here sandy and barefoot standing on the beach/
by krisis
Have some fun unproofed snippets of lyrics and poetry!
#2
my suitcase has laid packed in the middle of the floor
for two hours stacked on top of two days and i am
sitting on the couch thinking it’s just either/or
as to whether i’m going or staying.
it’s kind of funny how shit like this goes down
all hanging on what is essentially a flip of a coin
but what’s funnier is that i have found out
that it’s the only way i’ll know where to go
by krisis
So, last night i did one of my favourite things in the world .. ran down the middle of the street in West Philly with my guitar strapped to my back at 2am. Okay, so… maybe it’s not really one of my favourite things. There’s sorta been a few muggings in the blocks surrounding my apartment, and while i’ve never once been harrassed in my nineteen years here in Philadelphia i feel something akin to a bullseye with legs and frizzy hair when i’m walking around with a three hundred dollar instrument and nothing nearly as threatening as a can of pepper spray. Or even just some pepper.
I had been at Bill’s place (Cast Page Update Coming Soon) just messing around with his sweet keyboard and my guitar … we managed to get a few ad-libbed songs off the ground but eventually i got tired and all i could muster were very strummy E minor chords and various and sundry Ani DiFranco lyrics, so we called it a night. I don’t think it was until i got outside that i realized how much of a night it really was. But, anyhow, i made it home in one piece, and even got into the building (despite having earlier locked my keys in the admissions office). So… yeah, that was my big adventure of the day. And, i ate a crepe with my little brother from PiNu. Very exciting stuff. Now i’m gonna go file something…