April 24, 2012
today i knew

i knew that him and i
were not that different from each other
yet so completely
knitted in ways unlike each other.

tonight
i saw
the longing in her eyes
and realized

that there is more to you
than i used think.

April 3, 2012
at times
like
these i wish i still had
your phone
number. or
at least still
had it
in my memory.

at times
like
these i wish i still had
your phone
number. or
at least still
had it
in my memory.

April 1, 2012
career day:

when i was in middle school
i wanted to be a poet.

i told no one of this dream.
because my grammar
was atrocious.
and the fact that i was/am a phenomenal speller
did not help me much

except when asked to spell
words

like

miniscule or
finite.

if i could do college all over again

i would be a writing major.

perhaps with the hopes that i could obtain
the proper instruction to
write and speak eloquently.

for that seems to be the only way
the adult world is ran.

March 16, 2012
"one day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice —
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“mend my life!”
each voice cried.
but you didn’t stop.
you knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
it was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
but little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do —
determined to save
the only life you could save."

— mary oliver-the journey

March 12, 2012

can i tell you a secret?

i am homesick

& tired.

March 11, 2012
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

daughter: youth.

we are setting fire to our insides

for fun.

March 2, 2012

its early. i awoke startled from my dreams. almost shaking. dry throat and cold feet. they call this season winter-but i wouldnt really know, for i grew up in a place where the sun shone nearly every afternoon.

ive been here for years. but i still dont miss my home. you see-those teen days were not that great-i remember the pain pretty well. my current habits and vices all come from those warm days.

at twenty one i should know where my feet are leading me towards-but i dont.


i am just barely getting used to telling them that spanish was my first language but ive forgotten what spanish feels like anymore.

February 12, 2012
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

(lovers without love-
joshua james)

i like.

“lovers without love like me.”

look the snow is melting
its all new again tomorrow.

February 11, 2012
haiku for the single girl

haiku for the single girl

February 8, 2012
beauty.

beauty.

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