Jun 29, 2010

home is where you are

home is
when she falls asleep
in the crook of my arm
with her head nuzzling my beating heart

Jun 26, 2010

there was an old lady who lived in a shoe

i bought a pair of shoes that are two sizes too big. there is enough room for my foot, and the whole of africa, and my beating heart. on sunny afternoons lions play house between my toes. we could play house in the space that's left over, but only if you wanted to. there is an entire world on the soles of my feet/secret biomes that are forming with my every footstep, with my every heartbeat. we can explore, if you want to. we can climb trees and pet giraffes and sleep under the stars, if you want to. there is just enough room in my shoe for just enough of the world and the two of us.

Jun 24, 2010

take me with you where you fly

home on the bareback of a raven
slow down so i may kiss your beak
and find my way
i am an immigrant
choking on bramble
and worm debris
and half moon twigs


are the motherland

Jun 22, 2010

it can't always be pretzels and lemonade

i don't know how i feel about people.
they can be sunshine or rainstorms. they change their minds. they break hearts and hurt feelings, and they never act the way you want them to. they disappoint and disappear.

i don't mess around with people. they're unstable. they aren't there when you need them the most. ever. they don't ever know what's wrong when you most desperately need them to. i'm not jaded, but i know that people are fickle, like the weather, like the stock market.

but sometimes people make you laugh. they make your heart feel light, like cotton candy. sometimes they show up when you least expect them to. sometimes they say the right thing at exactly the right time. sometimes they make you realize that you are not alone.

people are never going to be everything i want them to be. they will not fit the molds i've created for them, or always tell me what i want to hear. but they can be pretty damn amazing if i'm willing to overlook that. if i'm willing to give them a chance.

i don't know how i feel about the human race, but i'm realizing that it is enough to simply feel.

for sarah

Jun 17, 2010

tag, you're it

I've been tagged! I've never been tagged before. Well, not on the web. When we play actual tag I'm ALWAYS tagged because running is not the most flattering form of activity I'm nice so I let myself be tagged so that the other person can take a break.

Sanchez has tagged me. and this is the task:

fill in 12 likes, 1 love and 8 hates like Cassie in her therapy video that you can watch here. Below, the bolded things are what you MUST include . Also, please link it back to Erimentha, and link it onto 3 other blogs you admire!

Here goes nothing

I like boys who look after their little sisters and girls who know how much they're worth
I like books that go on forever
I like ripping the tags off of new clothes
I like good hair days
I like funny jokes
I like cranberry juice
I like learning new things
I like taking pictures
I like when a song reminds you of a place
I like getting things in the mail
I like the feeling you get when you write something magical
I like friendly arguments
I love the person that I've become
Today I woke up feeling much better than I did yesterday

In some ways, I love everything.
It's less, it's less of a thing to like, it's less distinct, it's less particular
I like things that I like but I love everything
There’s more choice in like
Cos even the worst things have things you love in them
I don’t know what you mean about things I hate

I hate not feeling good enough
I hate when I look in the mirror and don't like what I see
I hate that there are people that can't be saved
I hate goodbyes
I hate when I'm tired and I can't fall asleep
I hate knowing that I could have done better
I hate when you can't change people's mind
I hate that I can't single handedly save the world

I hate this, wow. . .

I tag ChambanaChik because reading her blog always makes me so happy.
I tag Shu because it's been a while since we've passed comments back and forth, and I miss her!
I tag Tsionah because I know she'll say something insightful and funny.

Get to writing ladies :]

Jun 13, 2010

happy summer.

it's already a well established fact that when i am feeling lazy (which is most of the time hardly ever) I make lists. So because I am a firm believer in the mantra Why Fix If it Ain't Broke (which I think might have been said by Confucius...), here is a list:

Things I Will (try to) Do This Summer & Goals I Will (probably not) Accomplish:

1) I will drink more water. Apparently it is beneficial for you. Who doesn't want clear skin?
2) I will read as much as humanely possible. The classics, too. They're classics for a reason, right?
3) I will exercise in whichever manner I see fit. Like intense shopping sprees, writing by hand... and so on and so forth
4) I will not plan on writing a book. I've said I would write a book for the past two summers, and there is only so much failure a girl can take. I will, however, write and write well.
5) I will teach myself Spanish. I am a quick learner (I think.)
6) I will get over Chuck Bass. The last time I saw him he was shot, and I am young. I cannot pine for someone in a coma.
7) I will buy a guitar. And teach myself how to play it.
8) I will catch up on all the sleep I've missed this school year. If this entails taking naps in the afternoon, and sleeping in until mid day, so be it.
9) I will buy an entirely new wardrobe for University. Hm.. what exactly does a criminal justice major wear?
10) I will make more lists. Who doesn't love lists?

Summer is opportunity. It's new friends and new chances. Everyone is different during the summer, everything changes. And hopefully it's for the better.

Jun 6, 2010

the end is where we begin, or something equally cliché

i forget sometimes, that everything has to end. everything. everything good, everything bad, everything you've waited so long for. it always ends.

endings taste like lemon heads. the idea of a fresh start, and meeting new people, and moving forward, and growing is so sweet. but i'm afraid. afraid i won't quite cut it. afraid that the future i've been building in my head out of fairytales and dreams won't ever come true.

part of me can't wait for this year to end, but part of me wishes i could rewind and live it over, and over, and over again. but we must all grow older, and we cannot let our fear stand in the way of our futures.

i cannot stand in the way of my own light.

i must not stand in the way of my own light.

i will not stand in the way of my own light.

like dark chocolate. it's bittersweet.

Jun 3, 2010

come live in the space i've made for you in my heart.

when they told us that the world is ours
they lied.
the world does not belong to us, but i hope this makes it almost okay:

we belong to the world.
you belong to me.
but more importantly, i belong to you.