Monday, December 5, 2011

Not Worth My Time

Confused, and deflated.
My mind is mad, but my heart is sad.
The wonderful winter wonderland has melted into a puny puddle of patheticness.

But I'm still happy.
Joy and love is the choice that I will cling to.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Eighteen, and I like it.

I'm eighteen, and I don't know what I want. Eighteen, I just don't know what I want. Eighteen, I've got to get away. I've got to get out of this place. I'll go running in outer space.

I've got a baby's brain and an old man's heart. Took eighteen years to get this far. Don't always know what I'm talking about. Feels like I'm living in the middle of doubt.

Cause I'm eighteen! I get confused everyday. eighteen. I just don't know what to say.

Eighteen, I've got to get away.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Oh the Pain

My inner sadness.
Always it is bubbling,
Trying to escape.

Bottled up within,
Slowly tearing me apart.
Regret and sorrow.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Word Soup

It was a sunny spring day. The cotton candy clouds had dissipated into the clear baby blue sky. The smooth ruffles of my polka dotted mini skirt brushed against my skinny white legs. Briskly walking towards Raef hall with white pearls embedded in my ears playing Crimson and Clover by Tommy James and The Shondells, I couldn’t help but note the want-to-be gangsters and galactic star nerds dotting the dingy gray campus. I was late. I slowly pulled the monstrously heavy door open, praying I would not disrupt the event taking place. My eyes danced across the multicolored audience looking for a wee small chair to place my body. Lightly tip toeing down the stairs to the nearest seat, I began to listen to the deep monotone rumble of an ancient voice. A strikingly tall man, John Bell, the first speaker of the presentation was reading a selection of personal poems. Word soup was the correct label for this reading as everything was jumbled together, over cooked and forced fed to the helpless audience. Tales of meaningless nothings retold with such passion left my mind wondering how such dinosaurs are able to keep jobs in such an economy as which we live in. Fortunately for my feeble ears, a new speaker eventually took the stage. At first I mistook Michael Angelone for a quirky gay man, and was slightly amused when he spoke of a wife and kids. His work bashed politics, bible thumpers, terrorists and anything else that happened to crawl on the face of the earth. His brutally blunt battering of life’s issues was both compelling and interesting. As I sat with the cold hard seat cutting off my circulation, I wondered why people adore fluffy language. Angelone presented a beautifully blunt presentation. It was interesting, informative, and impelling. The College Hour eventually came to an end with an round of applause and a shuffling of feet. As I opened the monstrous door once more, I carried a slightly different perspective then beore. It is perfectly okay to be blunt. The key is simply to be beautifully blunt.

Thursday, February 17, 2011


This song sings to my soul. I cherish every moment. Every second. <3

Sunday, November 7, 2010

What the heck

Life. We plan, we scheme, we chart. We keep schedules, make appointments, create deadlines. But does it work out like that? No. It doesn't. Why? Why doesn't life work out the way we want it to? The way we plan for it to. Why don't things happen within the deadlines we set? Why doesn't life keep up with our charted out schedules?

I'm feeling a bit frustrated, and upset at life. Its not working out like I wanted.

As my plans keep unfurling, I'm starting to realize that it isn't supposed to work out the way we want. That's what makes it life. Our Plan A crumbles into a pile of nothing, and what are we left with? Well, a mess to sweep up. But also we are left with the realization that we aren't in control.

So, I'm not in control. Crap. Now what?

When I was thinking about plans, and life, and how it just doesn't seem to be working out at all, I thought about a verse I found when my parents were going through their divorce.

Matthew 6:31-34 "... do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat? or 'What shall we drink? or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly father knows that you need them. But seek first His kingdom and His righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."

What an amazing verse. One of my favorite parts in when it gives the example of the lily. Take any flower. Even just a little grass weed flower. The delicate petals gracefully wrap themselves around the yellow heart of the masterpiece. A perfect combination. God dresses the flowers so excellently. Weeds suck, and we try to kill them. We are so much more important then weeds. If He cares so much about a little weed, to make it so beautiful, just think what He wants to do for us?

I'm starting my quest of letting to and letting the master planner take control of my schedule.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Only The Young

I think the best part about being young is making memories. Climbing old bridges, getting lost, forgetting matches at a bbq, laughing till we cry and snort, and just being awesome. I love being young.

There so much life ahead of me.
So many opportunities.
So many memories to be made.