December 2010
30 posts
A Thoughtful Gift
I remember when you were a phoenix, when I first met you
High in the sky,
Rising from the ashes that you called memories
Dusty stories sprinkled in firey poems and campfire conversations
An inferno of mothers raped, divorced, or single were the flames you flew away from
And although you were once caught, Still you rose
Like the authors’ thoughts cradled before you went to sleep in my...
“Use the past as a tool, not an excuse. Tools should help you get to the finished...”
– Easier Said Than Done
Diary Excerpts
I don’t really know about poetry anymore—writing it, I mean. I sorta feel like Carrie Bradshaw, circa Sex and the City, writing freelance articles for Vogue. As weird as it sounds, because it’s still rather “new,” I don’t think…I’m a poet anymore. I guess this is not to say that I can’t write any more poems, but it’s just not what I use...
Where's the Line?
…between getting pressure/criticism to change for the better or to just change for the other person? I couldn’t stand to lose myself again. I know I’m young and I could afford to lose myself again for a boy/man/creature (jk), but that’s one of those mistakes you really don’t want to happen again. Like getting knocked up. Or getting a 40 on a midterm because you waited...
Arielle*: Commitment →
ariellepaige:
Okay, I know I’m going Tumblr crazy tonight, but I’m sick and can’t sing, so I have nothing better to do.
I was thinking about the things that people blog about, and what I would want to blog about. Which sounds kind of ridiculously dumb maybe? But oh well. I was just thinking about what kind of…
Eek ^.^
Everybody and everything is changing, don’t you notice? Go on facebook, see how grown up everyone is starting to look. Get off facebook and just sit still and…you (I) have no idea what’s going on in your friend’s lives, when you used to be all up in that. Sit still and remember everything that happened in the past four or five months and realize POOF so many little things,...
Now.: It's Christmas Time. →
breazyfbabeh:
Again.
You know when you joke around when you are little and say, “it’s not about the gifts Mommie!” and you kind of laughed to yourself because you knew you were lying?
I can say it truthfully now.
Think of it as a shift from what i HAD to what i now HAVE.
So many people don’t understand my…
That Solid Ground Under Your Two Feet
You know how sometimes you absentmindedly put your finger in the crack of a door, or something that can close, right before you close it, and as you’re closing that door/drawer/oven/whatever, you remember where your finger is? You know what I’m talking about? It usually hurts, really really bad and we curse ourselves for having put our finger in that crack. But have we ever stopped to...
“Whine less, breathe more.”
Homemade Sandwiches
Home is like a sandwich that I was eating once and something distracted me before I finished it—so I put it half-eaten in a box and put the lid on. That sandwich was kinda good, there were all sorts of good ingredients thrown on that ho, but something else became more important than that sandwich. Now it’s time to clean and I’m going to have to take that box out from under my bed...
In order for me to...
…study I need to a) believe that I can do well on this test, more than 2 full days away, with my studying. But for some reason I don’t have faith in getting a lot done in two days and b) stop trying to force a certain-something to happen when it should just be an enjoyable experience altogether and my obsession over it is causing my already low-confidence-studying to be completely...
“I had the blues because I had no shoes until upon the street, I met a man who...”
– Denis Waitley
A Challenge for My "Followers"
You don’t have to post it on Tumblr—though I’d love to read it. You don’t have to send it to me. Just for your own sake (and boredom, maybe), here’s a stirring prompt:
(Stanza 1) tell us what you are not
(Stanza 2) say where the light comes from
(Stanza 3) give three details about the hardest year of your life
(Stanza 4) tell a lie about who you are
(Stanza...
“They tried to make me go to rehab and I said”…ok, that’s fine....”
– Real life
The Lesson
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.
-Ms. Angelou
“Spirited Away.”
There are lots of things that could be...
kaleywere:
… But more than anything, I’m tired. Not just physically and emotionally tired, although both of those things are true. But my soul is tired. I feel so… old… if that makes sense. I feel like there isn’t a single person on this earth who completely understands me (as angsty and cliche as that sounds) and I’m so tired of trying to find that person.
I’m tired of being disappointed by...
Cold
My light hasn’t gone anywhere, I promise.
It might not be as obvious, or seemingly as glowful, but my skin
under this dark sky, in this lovely bubble, touched like water by this cold
Still stands soaked in luminosity. Look. Yes. I am still luminous.
Don’t be so foolish as to think that my humanity and your humanity gets in the way
of this Light. Either it’s there or...
I am...
…avoiding doing work like its the plague.
“Everything that happens to you is a reflection of what you believe about...”
– Iyanla Vanzant (via sweetmuz)
How Quickly Things Change
This year’s Thanksgiving was incredible. I don’t even recall what happened last Thanksgiving, but this year it was my first one away from “home.” However, I was with family on the East Coast that I barely ever see and it was just…so nice. I met my little 5, 6, 9-year-old cousins for the first time since they were born and their parents (also my cousins) who I...
