Separation, liminal space

Today, I was exhausted. So, naturally, after finishing failing my Spanish test, I wrote.

Slipping in and out
Of consciousness
Like a wounded soldier,
Stranded in the
Battlefield.
Eyes struggle to stay open,
Falling walls as they are hit with bombs,
Never to return
To solidity again.
Into this dreaming state
We stumble
Slowly, like falling,
Uncontrollable yet avoidable.
Imagination defines our path
From the day we enter this earth,
Painting our way
Through streets
Through space
Through time
Through love and through hate,
We escape
With imagination.

In math, we learned about exponential graphs. This is what today was like:

"Sure, the straight-A students might get nice jobs, but it's going to be all the C students that change the world." -my favorite teacher and mentor

Tuesday Tellings, week 6

Just got back from the Wale concert. Fuckin' good.



Baby, know it gets no better than this
It's like sunshine on a rainy day
It's like a high, could you take me away?
Take me away, away, it's a beautiful bliss.

My secret is... it scared me to tell you how I felt today. But I did it anyway. I hope that's okay.

Beautiful bliss

Today was just.... awesome.

Everything went the way it was supposed to.
But not necessarily the way I expected it to.

I'm going to be kind of busy but I will try and fit in as much writing as I can before I leave for New Orleans on Saturday.

"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted." -Aesop

"To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world." -Unknown

Thank you for brightening my day, again.

I've been on the brink, so

Hey, you.
Yeah, you.
You made my whole day better.
So thanks.

"Star-crossed"

Waiting, missing

Inhibitions, gone.
Happy 4-month birthday, blog!

If it's not okay, it's not over

You're better than the best

I'm lucky just to linger in your light

People should smile more

I felt like this:

and this:

oh, and this:

TODAY WAS FUCKIN' AWESOME

All I gotta do is get my brain on track

"If it works, it works. What's the point in trying to fix it? You might end up changing something that's not meant to be changed."

How can one person
See so much pain,
So much hatred,
And still stand tall?
It's like
Watching someone
Die slowly,
Deteriorating until they give up
And let go
Of that last breath,
Releasing from that rope
That was burning their flesh.
Sometimes they can fight through it, though,
And break past every barrier,
Every obstacle,
Every "there's no way you could do that."
And they can see the sun
Behind the clouds
The clear sky
Past the rain.
They hold their own even after
Hearing everyone's protests,
And they stand tall on their own feet
Even after being shoved over.
They're not looking for forgiveness,
Just seeking understanding
And searching for a resolution.
Are you going to sit there
And let others define you?
Who are you, anyway?
Stand for what you know,
For what you believe.
Only then will you find yourself.

"I find peace in artistic living."
Epitome of how I feel: right here.

Tuesday Tellings, week 5

N-n-nothin' on you, baby.

We wandered all over the town
With no such destination,
Rainy rooftops and
Laughing out the open windows
As wind stung our cheeks,
As people turned to stare.
We were young,
But your car smelled like cigarettes
And the leather was brown, who knew?
Hell, it was dark
And your kisses tasted like
Uncooked s'mores
And the liquor that washed it down
While leaving us thirsting for more.
More of what,
We have yet to figure out,
The path lies exorbitantly empty.

Yeah, I know you liked that word.
My secret is that I'm afraid it will happen too quickly for me to appreciate it.

You make me feel like this

Oblivion

Obliterate

Obstacle

Omnipotent

Secrets

Ferosh and Ridicule

This weekend was way too short for how long the week felt. But I watched WAY TOO MUCH basketball today. And I ate way too many peanut butter patties. It should be illegal.

I fell blindly,
And I guessed and I guessed and I guessed

Until I thought I got it right.

I still don't know for sure,

But your kisses

Leave me dizzy,

Forgetting about everything else -

Even the cold air

Stinging my bare legs

As I walked away,
Even the pains

Of what was then yesterday,
The tears that fell

Now faded in my memory -

All because of a kiss.

I didn't know you had that much power.

Was what I just wrote the truth? Hell if I know.

Heel, toe, heel, toe,

Her shoes tauntingly click

And echo in the hallway.

Little girl, you're fooling no one.

And why are you dressed up

When there's no one to impress?

Aren't your fancy leggings

And high waisted skirts just a waste?

Your hair looks dumb anyway,

And I bet you are tired

Because you spent the whole night fighting.

Fighting who, I don't know,

But you're always against something.

You're lost, but somehow you know exactly where you're going. Anything can be anything you want it to be if you try hard enough.

Everyone has a little badass in them.

How you like me now?

Let it be, let it be

Things change.
I guess I got what I wished for.

Mmmhm

Yupp. Good day.

You're the equivalent of a fluffy cloud

Loooong day. At least tomorrow's Friday. Blah.

I've either torn or pulled this muscle. The red one. Super duper!
Oh well. Stretching and icing, stretching and icing.

I don't have much writing for you today, just two short poems, so I found some newspaper headlines that might make you laugh. I chose four. Four is a cool number.
-"Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Experts Say"
-"War Dims Hope For Peace"
-"Include Your Children When Baking Cookies"
-"Enraged Cow Injures Farmer With Ax"

In this beautiful bliss,
Only you are illuminated,
And nothing else matters
Because you have heard
Every part of my story,
And it lies in your hands.
Even just a hello
Turns my whole day around.

Wasted words and
Twisted lies
Haunt me like
Ghosts who know
Just the right time
When to come back
And tease me,
Reminding me of those demons
I have chosen to put behind.
Somehow they make me stronger,
Among your neglected promises
And spun tales
That ended up tangled,
And your crafted ideas
Intended to sting, and your
Wasted words and
Twisted lies.

Isn't this awfully ironic? I think so.
But I love this.

Life is better now that I've found you

Hello. Today is a holiday. It kinda felt like one.
Two more days of soccer. Two days too many.
Somehow I'm writing again - god bless.

Twinkling, tickling
Lights and stars
Alter the night, blurring,
Like the foreign words you slur.
God only knows
What language you were speaking,
But our inhibitions were gone
And just the thought
That we could go anywhere,
Do anything,
Turn around and never look back
Made our hearts race
More than the booze did.
Your breath smelled like shit,
But it's okay.
I craved your kisses
At every red light -
Or was that just the car in front of us?
Our hands clumsily fit together,
Interlocking fingers fumbling,
And yet it felt like
They were made for each other.
It was windy as hell,
But it kept you alert
As I drifted off
In your arms.

Oh it's better.