December 2008
11 posts
The space between
Only two days ago I was waiting on a corner in the dark with my guitar in one hand and a tote bag with a soup can silk-screened on it in the other. The longest five minutes of my life also happened to be the most nerve-wracking. In my short life, I have done any number of nerve-wracking things, but having my own mother slam the door in my face, leaving me with nothing but a guitar and a...
I hope this song starts a craze/ The kinda song that ignites the airwaves/ The kinda song that makes people glad to be where they are/ With whoever they’re there with/ This means war/ Every line is about who I don’t wanna write about anymore/ I hope you come down with something they can’t diagnose, don’t have the cure for.
It hurts to always have to be honest with the ones...
“All things he ever lived are left behind, all the fears that ever flickered...”
It’s hard for me to think about the fact that I might never graduate high school. I won’t have a graduation ceremony, I won’t ever be Poetry Club President or reign over Quiz Bowl as “Queen.” I might never get a decent choir solo (or any solo at all…) I might never learn the difference between accented and unaccented passing tones. I may never have a class...
Of course I am keeping a secret from the world. Who isn’t?
Actually, I know a lot of secrets about a lot of poeple. Some of them are good and some of them are bad. Actually, a lot of them are bad, and most of them are pretty funny. Some of them are dangerous and a few of them are illegal.
Mostly I forget them. Some of them stick with me and pound my brain whenever I see the person. I...
“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.”
– Albert Einstein
Connecticut and other things you shouldn't do in...
Outlook Good.
Physical evaluation: Not so good.
The tips of my shoes have scuffs on top of scuffs. My socks have holes where toes should be, and they don’t come quite to the knee. My skirt is lopsided where I had to move the button when I lost 15 pounds freshman year and won’t sit on my hips because I’ve gained 20 since then. Only I can see where I had to sew the pocket when...
Three posts in a day might be a bit excessive but I guess it’s better to do this now before I lose all the inspiration.
For as long as I can remember…
For as long as I can remember there’s been my father. I remember him attempting to sing me asleep in infancy, with strange, foreign-sounding ballads and whatever words he could remember to Joni Mitchell songs. When he ran out...
“Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not...”
– T.S. Eliot
Just one more thing before you go I know it’s late I know you’re cold and tired tired of waiting Take this pen I give to you Your love resides in poems to Love-like words falling into rhyme. Two weeks into February The snow is falling The sky decides the night And where we are going You know it’s bad when all your good intentions Come pulling you away now from yourself And...