Saturday, April 30, 2011

Sail on silver girl

In Retrospect

The silence rang in my ears

and the cold day wrapped its

long bony fingers around me

and stowed me in its pocket, safe

and ironically, warm.

I wasn't surprised to find there was nothing

there left for me,

no plaque bearing my name

no wind ridden statue

no chair.

But nontheless, dissappointed

in myself and my invisible amdirers who

had probably worn away, long ago

after I forgot to return their mail and

instead counted days on my fingers

and weighed them, meticulously,

an old miser and his gold.

So this is what life is like

dusted off and taken from the shelf,

such painstaking simplicity.

Then the pain lost its elegance,

my heart lay,

an ugly relic on the ground.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

King of the Wild Things

"Happiness isn't always the best way to be happy."

"I didn't want to wake you up, but I really wanted to show you something."

"Carol, did you know the sun was gonna die?"

"What? I never heard of that...Oh, come on. That can't happen. I mean, you're the king, and look at me, I'm big! How can guys like us worry about a tiny little thing like the sun, hmm?"

"It's going to be a place where only the things you want to happen, would happen."

"The vampire bites off the top of the building and loses his teeth. Another vampire says, 'Why are you crying? Those are your baby teeth.' And he says, 'No they're not, they're my adult teeth.'"

Monday, April 25, 2011

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

It's ok to rhyme

"A mans at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with."
-Cormac McCarthy

Self exploration often leaves me more lost than where I began.

That is me, by the way. Or was me I guess, depending on how you look at it.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Music's my imaginary friend

We all say goodnight, then run to our rooms,
our dreams take our fancies and lay them out cold.

But we can't look, so we close our eyes,

but our eyes are already closed.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

A semi-optimistic and vague statistic of which I, myself, made up

Everybody, whether indirectly or directly, has at some point in time made someone elses life significantly better.

Everybody. That's a lot of people.

I'm seasick

Highschool is a cage. We're all so close, like in a boxing ring. There's boys and girls and cliques and other cliques and who's dating who? Or mostly, who made out with who and when and didn't they already have another boyfriend/girlfriend? Or why did he make out with her or why do they even hang out with eachother, really? Didn't she cheat on him with him while he was cheating on her with her? I can't believe she wore that or went there or is best friends with such and such. She's insecure and he's stupid and she's a cheerleader and he's a nerd.


I just feel like we could all be best friends if we tried. Or maybe were already trying?

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


It isn't everyday you see batman riding an elephant.

Pretty summer things

Pretty place to shop
Pretty pretty sushine
Pretty awesome sunglasses collection
Pretty summer flowers
Pretty picnics in the park
Pretty hikes up pretty mountains
Pretty cool sandals
Pretty beach I wish I lived by
Pretty little floral shorts

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Margaret Atwood- The Great

Here is a poem by one of my very favorite authors Margaret Atwood.

Variations on the Word Sleep

I would like to watch you sleeping,

which may not happen.

I would like to watch you,


I would like to sleep

with you, to enter

your sleep as its smooth dark wave

slides over my head

and walk through that lucent

wavering forest of bluegreen leaves

with its watery sun and three moons

towards the cave where you must descend,

towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silver

branch, the small white flower, the one

word that will protect you

from the grief at the center

of your dream, from the grief

at the center I would like to follow

you up the long stairway

again and become

the boat that would row you back

carefully, a flame

in two cupped hands

to where your body lies

beside me, and as you enter

it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air

that inhabits you for a moment

only. I would like to be that unnoticed

and that necessary.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

A little try at philosophy

I think the worst thing one can do to jeapordize their own happiness is become so engrossed in oneself and happiness (ironic, isnt it?) that it becomes all they worry about. There is too many people like that in our beautiful little world. I'm afraid I may be one of them on occasion. Make someone happy and you will be too.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Words and words and words

I have decided, for the benefit of myself as well as those around me, to start saying the word perposterous on a semi- regular basis.

Situation 1:

(While walking down the hall, murmuring to self)


It was the only applicable use of the word I could think of.

Monday, April 4, 2011

Let's make Mondays a national holiday

On occasion, a thought-provoking topic is brought up in class and helps alleviate the everyday numb mindedness which settles in about halfway through first period and lasts until 2:15 in the afternoon. Mostly though, in class I read. Today in history I learned about the Civil Rights Movement and Rosa Parks and Martin Luther King, Jr. If you haven't, you should watch the "I have a dream" speech. How I wish I could have been there myself. When I grow up I want to be the cool teacher who actually teaches things, and doesn't mind so much if a student has an open book hidden under their desk.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Cool as a Cold War kid

I've always had a strange obsession with cover art. I love the image it puts behind the music.

I hope CDs don't ever go out of style.