December 2011
2 posts
I’m not sad, because I don’t wish I was her. I’m sad because you wish I was.
November 2011
4 posts
i am me.
Have you ever had one of those moments where you look at someone and think, “I wish I could be more like you?” You don’t necessarily want to look like him or dress like her but something about the way those random people go about their lives seems appealing to you? They do something differently than the way you do that same thing. Where you fail to be stoic, they never shed a tear. Where you...
October 2011
1 post
YEAH. I MADE OUT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND. WHAT. (part...
I’m not sure what is more strange, the fact that we are baking cupcakes in the shape of breasts, using different cake batter to represent different ethnic groups, or the fact that we only met each other a week ago. And by we, I mean that I am baking cupcakes in the shape of breasts. You are to my right, watching me crack three eggs, pour 1/3 cup water, 2/3 cup of vegetable oil, mix mix mix until...
August 2011
4 posts
YEAH. I MADE OUT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND. WHAT. (part...
The wind was blowing through my hair as we drove to my mom’s house at what seemed to be a not-ridiculous hour of night. Something like…1 am. But the area of town we were driving through lacked street lights for quite a stretch of asphalt, making it darker. The air was not sticky, as it usually is during summer, but instead had a certain briskness about it. It wasn’t cold. It...
kisses.
The first entry in the series I like to call:
YEAH. I MADE OUT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND. WHAT, SUCKA. (absence of proper grammatical punctuation is intentional)
So, I’ve kissed a lot of toads. Not actual toads, of course, because I like living and all that good stuff—most of the time—but toads as in metaphors for not-so-perfect-but-sneaky-enough-to-look-like-frog-princes men. Did that make sense?...
life
You-I thought I was a part of your real life.
Them-I thought we signed up for the same thing.
You-Try and help me understand exactly what it is that you signed up for.
Them- I thought our relationship was perfectly clear. I mean...you are an escape. You're a break from our normal lives, you're a...a parenthesis
You-I'm a parenthesis?
Them-I mean...what do you want? Tell me what you want....
May 2011
4 posts
little reminders.
I came home tonight and tears filled my eyes when I saw them—your hairs sprinkled across my bathroom counter and sink. Not in a “Ew, gross” kind of way, but just little reminders of that morning. You stood there at the sink, running my lavender comb through your beautiful short curls, some of which abandoned ship and fled to find a new home upon my counter; perhaps they jumped...
April 2011
4 posts
To you, former lover, in the most generous sense of the word “lover.” For the love we forged was slight. And while the love I held was overpowering, yours had finally shown its true course to be for another.
And at the time I found out, my former lover, oh how the pain ran deep. Like my dreams had been ripped away. Like my heart had been stolen like two lovers steal away the night.
...
rain, rain, please don't ever go away.
As I sit on my back porch this morning, I have a smile upon my face. It’s not the smile I usually carry on Saturdays; you know, the one that I am forced to have permanently plastered to the lower third of my face, as a Starbucks barista. No, this morning, this smile comes from one of the very few things life that can lift the corners of my lips—rain.
The weather forecast has been...
March 2011
1 post
February 2011
1 post
some bunny likes you
So today’s Valentine’s Day…and yeah yeah yeah. I know I totally should be that person who rejects the consumerism of the holiday, the person who says “Shit I don’t care! Wooooo I don’t need flowers and a sentimental card to know that someone someone loves me! I love myself!” But uh, let’s be real for a second here. I absolutely love flowers (too...
January 2011
3 posts
sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending...
some brotherly advice
“but listen, you don’t go to taco bell expecting fine cuisine. taco bell is taco bell and as long as you understand that walking in, then you’re fine. It’s the same with people.the fast and the furious will never be *insert classic film title here*, so don’t keep hoping that it will be”
—It’s just hard to accept such hopelessness sometimes. But do...
leave all your loving, your loving behind.
you can’t carry it with you if you want to survive.
December 2010
2 posts
come to me
come to me,
in seamless sleep,
dream as i dream,
come to me,
as my chest swells as i breathe in,
as my chest caves as i breathe out
come to me,
and kiss my lips,
still burning with the salt of dreamed tears
come to me,
and hold me tight,
so, love, come to me
if only just tonight.
just some things i want
I want a lot of things, but we’re taught as infants, as children, as teenagers, as adults, as humans to deny ourselves these “wants.” I’m not saying that it’s a bad idea to tell five year old Suzy, petite in height, but massive in width, that she may not have Happy Meals every day for lunch and dinner. Or to tell your fifteen year old daughter that she cannot spend...
November 2010
3 posts
sonnet 138
When my love swears that she is made of truth, I do believe her, though I know she lies, That she might think me some untutored youth, Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties. Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young, Although she knows my days are past the best, Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue, On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed: But wherefore says she not she is...
winter
I wrote this almost two years ago. The feelings remain the same.
Winter is my favorite season for many reasons. I love the shorter days and longer nights. I love lying outside on a patch of grass, bundled up in a hoodie and staring at the beautiful clear night sky. And most of all, I love winter because of that wintery scent…You know, that whole “Hey I’m winter, and I smell...
getting yourself home
you’re in the bed of a stranger. Well, not a stranger, really—he’s your boyfriend, after all, you agreed to this designation just the other day, both of you content from an afternoon of careful courtship, the binoculars passed from hand to hand as you watched the trumpeter swans and the snow geese sharing a field in the Skagit River plains. But now his face, when you glimpse it sidelong, looks...
October 2010
6 posts
sleeping to dream
This will be an unorganized clusterfuck of topics all juxtaposed together to create a new post. I haven’t written for myself in some time; everything is an assignment. And yes, I can still get gratification out of assigned writing, but there’s something different and something less free about writing when I know someone is going to be going through, picking it apart, freezing the...
September 2010
5 posts
August 2010
25 posts
On Avoidance
(I’ve recently come to the realization that my Advanced Composition course is much like writing a shit ton of blogs, though they are naturally not called such. This is the result of one such assignment.)
From time to time, I find myself meandering from class to class, my eyes up, observing the secluded world that is a college campus.
This semester differs from the last four of my academic...
