December 2009
2 posts
Hearts of Trees →
I know I’ve been slacking horribly as far as updates go. I promise I will find my motivation somewhere. I haven’t cleaned under my bed in a while.. maybe it’s hiding?
Anyway, this is just a blurb to let you guys know about my friend Diana/@heartsoftrees. She makes really cute clay jewelry… for cheap prices! Check it out and buy something so she has money the next time we...
November 2009
3 posts
"I Need Love" - Amanda Blank
When I’m alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall, and at the back of my mind I hear my conscience call… telling me I need a girl who’s as sweet as a dove, for the first time in my life I see I need love. There I was giggling about the games that I had played with many hearts (I’m not sayin’ no names). Then the thought occurred, tear drops made my eyes burn, as...
“someone must have loved you; not the way that I do. you’re missing what...”
– The Killers
DISCLAIMER:
There are people in life who do things, and there are people in life who write about people who do things.
If you don’t want bad things written about you, don’t do bad things.
October 2009
25 posts
airport sighting
Businessman, mid-thirties. Suit, bad comb-over. Stands up, stretches, picks at wedgie. Looks around inconspicuously and shoves hand down his pants to scratch his butt. Takes said hand and SNIFFS it.
I couldn’t make this up if I tried. I am seriously dying.
Micro-fiction: energizing characters
My sister hears the car from her bedroom and dashes downstairs. Hearing her feet ping across the wooden floor in a frenzy, I leap from my chair and follow behind. She is almost done setting the table by the time I enter the kitchen. I grab some drinks and place them along the plates as my mother storms through the door. Her face is sunken, her eyes untrustworthy. The hairs on the back of my neck...
giving a fictional character a voice.
“The Yellow Wallpaper” by Charlotte Perkins Gilman was a short story that profoundly impacted me. I became obsessed with it after reading it. It has such a strong feminist backing to it. I chose it for this exercise because I liked how obscure and mad it became.
creeping and crawling, crawling and creeping, in and out of the wallpaper, in and out of my mind. my husband, you never...
“You got lucky, you ain’t talking to me now;
Little Miss Plucky,
pluck...”
– Belle & Sebastian - “Dress Up in You” (still not over this song!)
haikus
I. I love Your green eyes the way they sparkle and shine please say You’ll be Mine.
II. kiss Me with those lips let Your tongue entangle mine who Me? I’m just fine!
III. bodies together under the glow of the stars Lovers forever.
IV. You taste of cocoa and You smell of patchouli You drive Me crazy.
V. Your fingers dip in a moans escapes from My lips Hush! they can’t hear Us.
...
mundane activity turned into a romantic one
I watch the droplets trickle down the tile walls and the steam fill up the room. My heart is pounding steadily as I step inside of the tub, my mind full of thoughts that spill down the drain as I finger through my hair with shampoo suds. The sensation of the heated water beating down my body is almost too much to handle. I feel the soap sliding from my neck to the arch of my...
Daily Musings
“We had a deal there, we nearly signed it with our blood. An understanding! I thought that you would keep your word- I’m disappointed, I’m aggravated… it’s a fault I have, I know: when things don’t go my way I have to blow up in the face of my rivals. I scream and rant, I make quite an arrival. The men are surprised by the language; they act so discreet, they...
Villanelle
Cheshire Cat Grin Written: 10/22/09
I kissed her neck and then felt my head spin, Her green eyes lit up; I watched the room shine. She sat back and bared a cheshire cat grin.
Those eyes caught my own and it felt like sin, to not be able to call her just mine. I kissed her neck and then felt my head spin.
With legs tangled I thought I did win, And she nibbled my ear… oh, I felt...
Sandwich Poetry
This was really frustrating. I hope it came out decently enough.
Heart, we will forget him by Emily Dickinson Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will close my eyes
, I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me, Then I, my thoughts, will dim. Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging I may remember him! Sandwich poem by Emily...
“M: People are more inclined to be attracted to you when you pay attention to...”
– Stef and me talking about rules of attraction. As usual, she wasn’t listening!
The Shrinking Lonesome Sestina - Miller Williams
One of my favorite poems that I discovered in high school.
Somewhere in everyone's head something points toward home,
a dashboard's floating compass, turning all the time
to keep from turning. It doesn't matter how we come
to be wherever we are, someplace where nothing goes
the way it went once, where nothing holds fast
to where it belongs, or what you've risen or fallen to.
What the bubble...
My Birthday!
Today was an absolutely amazing day. I seriously could not have asked for a better birthday. Thank you SO much to everyone who wished me a happy one. It really was the best birthday I have ever had! …well, according to my mom my best birthday was when I turned five in DisneyWorld and Minnie Mouse had breakfast with me. But I guess I can’t expect things like that to happen more than...
I know that sometimes when you break up with someone it hurts to talk to them. I have closed chapters of my life many times before, shutting people out without a second thought. I understand that it’s hard to live when you have to acknowledge someone who hurt you so badly every single day. I don’t know why this is any different.
I want you to know that I am sorry. I am really, truly...
Wrecking Ball Wrecking Mind
rocksteadyvibes, October 16th, 2009
You ask for trust and I try my hardest to give it to you; I’ve been broken down like a door so many times before. The wood has become warped and ground down to a splintery rug… feet step all over and I am used, abused and neglected. left in the cold, nothing more than a doormat for people’s sick pleasure.
You have pulled me out of that...
Rules of Relationships
I have been in many relationships before. And by relationships I mean failed, trite gatherings of two overly-hormonal girls who get intense within the first thirty seconds of meeting one another and then spend about three months destroying the other’s life.
My longest relationship to date was a rocky year and a half that was full of arguments, tears and lies. I was betrayed time and time...
Stars
I step out the door of the airport, into the heat of the California sun. Here is my threshold— transition from illusion to reality. I cross it readily. Inhaling as deeply as I can, I feel an instantaneous calm surround me, engulfing me and holding me like a mother with her newborn child. In this moment, I am newborn. I have been altruistically changed and as I lean against the side of the...
John SURVIVOR Blake - Hands
The mothers take their revenge
on the pretty bullets that tore through their wombs
that left ballistic scars and bloody messes,
spilled through stretch marks,
the children are brought here,
chain-ganged to their mothers’ dreams,
penance for fleshing out ten centimeters
in order to breathe, the nerve, on top of it all,
having potential,
Backstage, an ensemble of nails rake hair
...
“You were right, and I don’t want to be here if you’re gonna be...”
– Natalie Imbruglia
Viral Marketing and the likes
As some of you may know, I am a full-time student at my local community college. I am graduating this summer with an A.A. with a degree in Behavioral and Social Science.
One of the requirements of my degree is that I have to take about 15 free electives. I thought that if I was going to do that, I should take a class that I might find relevant to my life currently. The first thing that popped...
September 2009
15 posts
I loved your mother more than I ever liked you.
Little girl, do you remember when we dated? We met within the bookshelves of your favorite Borders on a muggy night in August. We laughed as we introduced ourselves near the self-help section. It all seems so fitting, looking back on it. I was feeling sorry for myself (a recovering alcoholic who wasn’t even 18 yet!) and you were craving attention (some sort of self-described “deranged...
adaptation from art to poetry
Falling from the sky, falling from the sky, my oh my, I am falling from so high. I place my hands on my face and close each eye as I fall from the sky and I prepare to die.
My bonnet floats behind me like a beautiful butterfly, the strings flutter like wings and I hear the people cry. They try to stop me but I don’t know why as I fall from the sky and I accept that I must die.
I keep my...
I'm going, going back, back to Cali, Cali...
My journey is always twisting and turning in the most unexpected ways. Part of me used to fear this and try to hide from it… the other part was always aware that there’s something intrinsic about my personality and that it can cause a lot of different things to head my way. After a long time of struggling with the realization that this is not a bad thing by any means, I have grown to...
Journey of the Wounded Healer
Do you ever feel like your life isn’t what you planned for it to be? I found a book called Life After God by Douglas Coupland and upon reading it, I found a quote that resounds in my head. “I think I am a broken person. I seriously question the road my life has taken and I endlessly rehash the compromises I have made in my life. This is not to say my life is bad. I know it...
“The truth is I’ve never fooled anyone. I’ve let people fool...”
– Marilyn Monroe
LadyUmbrella Ltd.
Cute. Quirky. Eye-catching. High quality shirts made with 100% combed cotton. What more would one need to start a smash-hit tee-shirt company?
Self-described as funky and unique, LadyUmbrella is a company based out of Dublin, Ireland. This indie company is looking to take their shirts to a level higher than just cute apparel… their primary goal is to fuse art with fashion.
And boy, do...
Creative Writing assignment
Untitled - rocksteadyvibes
There’s a hole in my chest created just by you, my insides are crumbling, there’s nothing I can do. When it rains it pours, and baby, it’s storming, you say, “take two of these and call me in the morning.”
But the morning is dim and my soul feels a wreck; non-existent and insignificant, nothing more than a speck. I need you like a junkie...
“Life is not perfect; it never will be. You just have to make the very best of it...”
– Graham Nash
introductions
this is my first post on tumblr. I’m not even sure how this site works, or what it’s for. I feel like one of those twetards (yeah, I just said that!) who hates Twitter… which is, by the way, one of my biggest obsessions.
I’m going to be using this tumblr account for a number of things, which will be provided to you in a list. lists are another obsession of mine, although...
