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Tuesday, August 26, 2008


Every fraction of a cent is a skin cell-
I'm losing pieces of myself.
Heart strings and purse strings-
they are the same thing
(for me).
Retail therapy doesn't work, you see,
when the guilt is so heavy
that it crushes the high.
So put those cute shoes back, and I
will show you the door.
I can't take it anymore.

Even thrift shopping makes me feel bad now :(

So, I guess I'm not doing a poem a day.
WAY too busy.
I'm actually going to try this year :D

Saturday, August 16, 2008


The wind sighs through nearby trees,
and I follow suit as I drift into peace.
The sun is resting against my skin,
and I let the warmth of it seep in
to my muscles. Tiredness is fleeting,
and I have some time before the next meeting.
For now, I have no burdens on my chest.
At the moment, all I have is rest.

I love just sitting in the sun.
I hate the hot humidity, though.
It's killer :D

Friday, August 15, 2008


I'm on my hands and knees
I am begging with my hands,
Dirt and scum and filth,
I am using all my elbow grease.
I am cleaning,
and this
is filthy.

So, RA training and "sprucing up" the dorms.
Lots of hard work.

Thursday, August 14, 2008


7 lines, 6 beats per

Sore muscles, heavy bags-
the longest road is the one
leading towards the end.
The beginning is there as well;
new room, new dean, new smell.
I am comfortable
here. See you soon, maybe.

So, I'm here :D

Wednesday, August 13, 2008


8 lines, 5 beats per

My head is pounding.
The paper is blank.
My eyes are hurting.
The cursor just blinks.
I can't get to sleep.
I can't really think.
Can't write anything-
writer's block again.

Ugh. I'm so tired. Still haven't packed...!

Tuesday, August 12, 2008


It is an old rhythm,
always cold inside of me.
I tap it out, sometimes,
when I get angry.
How fast depends on how
hot my blood is boiling.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap, tap, tap.
Tap tap tap.
Like that.

I tend to make beats when I get upset. Funny habit. At least I don't punch holes in walls anymore :D

So I posted three poems today to make up for the days I didn't. Just an FYI. Trying to post one every day this month.


5 lines, 10 beats per
I am soaking up sunshine on the roof,
closer to the sun than anyone a-
-round me. I am above my surroundings,
I'm even with the trees. Toast for fifteen
minutes, then flip me over if you please.

I need to tan.
But it's so hot on the roof...


killer roses and overgrown weeds
broken bones and nosebleeds
fires and warm winter nights
bad storms and moonlight
books and paper everywhere
ever pervasive animal hair
stained counters and still-clean tile
all the things I won't see for a while.

Not that I'm sad about leaving. I'm excited.
It's just...
You know.

Saturday, August 9, 2008


Yesterday I caught a mouse,
set it on the deck outside my house,
and watched it run away.
I felt a little sorry
for the tiny beat up body,
and I wanted it to stay.
But some things you set free
knowing you won't see
them ever again.
So I sat out on the patio
and thought, "For all I know,
that mouse might've been a friend."

Because sometimes you let people run away, and sometimes they slip out of your hands. The point is- You might not see these people again, so love them while you can.

Friday, August 8, 2008


I have not seen a train
mobile, but their tracks remain.
I wish to be like that, not seen
but you can see where I've been
from the marks I have left.
When I rust away, the world is not bereft
of some piece of me.
That is how I want to be.

I didn't have anything to post until I started to type.
I love it when things come out like that~♥

Thursday, August 7, 2008


When you are filling the space next to me,
all I feel is security,
guarantee of positively.
When you leave,
all I feel is the emptiness of maybes,
and I wish you were next to me

Miss you~♥

Wednesday, August 6, 2008


So, I didn't write any actualy poetry, because I had a poetic experience that I just couldn't translate & I wanted to share it with you.

So, I had the sudden impulse to climb onto my roof the other night. I do this regularly during the day, but never at night (that's when the mosquitoes really come out). Once I'm out there, I don't feel content to sit on the lower roof- I feel compelled to climb on to the next roof level. So I do. Now here I am, laying on the highest part of my house, and I decide on my own to watch for a shooting star. There are a few personal reasons behind it, but we'll just leave those out. I don't see any shooting stars because I'm so near the city, and I'm feeling pretty sad about it, when I see the North Star/ Dog Star. I kinda just stare at it for a while, and this HUGE thought dawns on me.
Shooting stars light up the world only momentarily, and while they are beautiful, they are only temporary. The North Star, in comparison, gives off a steady and reliable brilliance. The North Star has been used to help people find where they are, and lead them to safety. You can't do that with shooting stars.
I thought to myself, I am looking into the eye of God.
In life, we may have things we treasure; friends, significant others, family, your favorite outfit, a car or camera or computer, etc. The thing is, we can't take those things with us when we die. They are only temporary flashes of happiness in our lives. On the other hand, God is with us always, and if you think about it, more than always. He knew us before we knew ourselves, and when we are brought back to life through His love, it will be to spend eternity with Him.
I gave myself some time for it all to sink in, and realized that I no longer felt the need to be on my roof at an unreasonable time of night. So I climbed through the window into my room, and sat there while I came to the conclusion that Someone had sent me on to that roof, maybe just to have that epiphany.

It was a beautiful thought, and I just wanted to share it with you.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008


The rumble of bass and the vibrations in the air shake me, and I think that if the earth started quaking I would not care or know. We are jumping with the crowd, people pressed all around so that there is nowhere else to go. So we scream the lyrics loud and beat the air with our hands. Without having been there, the joy is hard to understand.

So, Toby Mac & Diverse City concert last night.
So much more hardcore than I thought it would be.

Monday, August 4, 2008


Do not speak to me if you do not want to be happy, for I will tug at the corners of your mouth with such surety that you surely will not know what to expect. What I say next is nobody’s guess, and I love to keep them on their proverbial toes. So do not set anything into straight lines, for I have come to loosen things up and your heart will be mine (just as any fruit can be shaken from a tree). I will jiggle us into hilarity.

I think my favorite phrase is, "jiggle us into hilarity". I just like the word "jiggle" there.

So, another lighthearted piece. I'm on a roll!

Sunday, August 3, 2008


Hello, goodbye,
it's time again
for this cruel world to meet its end.
Argentina, do not cry-
with this fall I die!
I'm alive!
(high five)
Killing myself is the way I survive,
can't you see?
Nobody understands me!
Cup of tea?
I take mine with cyanide-
a more sophisticated suicide,
don't you think?
So now, my sorrows, sink!
Oh, no!
Not enough sugar, I fear,
to drown the taste of my tears.
All these years
I have tried,
but I just can't seem to die!
Killing myself is the way I survive.
A game of chess?
Oh yes!
Just as soon as I tie this rope-
so ends my only hope!
Goodbye, I cry,
and fall and die!
The rope wasn't as strong as I'd thought-
this is the fifth good rope that I've bought!
What a waste,
and not even good taste!
So ends my failure-
(don't buy it)
Next time I swear that I'll bite it!

It's more Tongue in Cheek, actually, but that's more than one word and I'm rather fond of my one-word titles.

Anyways, I wrote this a long time ago and lost it, and have just recently re-discovered it. It's quite hilarious, if I do say so myself.

I think it was titled, "Killing Myself is the Way I Survive."

Saturday, August 2, 2008


Bitter bitches do not start with me; can’t you see that I am living happily? Your wicked words and ways cannot hurt me. I am stuck up in the treetops nearest to the sun, absorbing brightness of soul and strength to carry on. You cannot reach me up this far, I will push your pain away like a current, and shoot your doubt down like the stars. So walk on, bitter bitches, you will never get to me- I am much to smart to let you see any sunless part of me.

"Ascend" because it's about rising above the negativity and saying, "Hey, guess what? I don't care! :D" (except you'd actually smile, rather than just hold up a sign with a smiley face on it or something).

Friday, August 1, 2008


The clock’s heart hangs heavy, empty hands swinging to pass the time, its constant murmured mantra, “You never were mine.” I am rhythmic in denial like my friend, thinking in circles with thoughts like, “If only I could try again.” If only you would lay fingertips on me, we could see how to keep measure with our heartbeats. So like the clock, though, I am still forlorn; until then, never lover, keep your hands warm for me.

Are you tired of reading my sad nonsense? Because I'm pretty tired of writing it. I'll write something sunny soon, I promise.