Wednesday, April 25, 2012

I let them go.

I love The Tallest Man on Earth.
I love him so much.

"If I don't get you in the morning, by the evening I sure will."
so much printing left to do
so much mounting and matting to do
schemes for Saturday
I have a good boyfriend
I like my jobs

Seriously though, I love him.
His voice, his lyrics, his Sweedishness...
Viva la Wild Hunt!

And you know it's a lion's heart
that will tumble and tear apart
when he's coming down the hills for you

Sunday, April 22, 2012

I don't want love.

I fell down the steps,
So glad I found you there
I tend to forget
all my mistakes and regrets
sometimes I swear...

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Sweet Thursday

Cuando llegue a la casa del hombre misterioso...
Bleh, spanish homework.

I take it back, summer, stay away.
melting ice cream
suim suit season
must start running
April is more gone than starting

Tuesday, April 17, 2012


Hit like a girl.
Play like a girl.
Cry like a girl.

I am a girl, and damn proud of it.

Why should I let anyone dictate how I feel about myself?
How does my gender make me a second-class citizen who does not deserve the right to make my own decisions?

The harder the right pushes, the further I lean left.
But more than that;
It's not about a party,
It's about respect.

I respect life, so I expect the same from everyone.

I'm calling YOU out, Skin clothing and your logo.
I'm calling YOU ALL out;
strip clubs, car magazines, beer advertisements, college pamphlet makers, clothing designers, People magazine, men who stare at women, women who enable men to stare at women...

I want to be taken seriously.
I don't want that "how cute are you??" pat on the head.
I want respect.

I don't want to hear songs about strippers, and then have my little sister hope her boyfriend feels the same way. I don't want women to be glamorized solely for sex. We are strong and intelligent. We don't have to be stay at home moms, though we make damn good ones. We can be anything we want to be.

I am ranting, but I'm pissed.
Also too tired to compress the rage into a solid argument.

Friday, April 13, 2012

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Free Falling

I held Bogey, the dog I was watching, as he died today.
My great aunt passed away 2 nights ago.
Josh just put down his dog, Penny.

And I'm free
free falling

Life can be so bleak.

I held him

Free falling now
I'm free falling
free falling now
free falling

I just feel so bad,
so bad.

I want to free fall
out into nothing
I'm going to leave this world for a little while

At the moment, all is grey.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Tree of loss

When we suffer through loss
There is a tree on the horizon
We go there to hang our memories
And lay down our love
What a beautiful tree it is

Friday, April 6, 2012


where dust gathers
lyrical sayings float
amongst lost earrings

Thursday, April 5, 2012

April, hello.

Mine is the night, with all her stars.

I have a headache, but I guess that is better than a heartache.
The weather is still beautiful.
One essay, a quiz, and a documentary are all that stand between me and my weekend.


Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Nothing Better

you have a lure I can't deny, but
you had your chance so say 'goodbye'
say 'goodbye'

It is absolutely beautiful!
Last night I got to fall asleep listening to my new (old) Postal Service vinyl Give Up and the rain outside my window.
This morning I woke up (at 11am! ha!) to a gorgeous day, birds chirping, and my dogs slumbering.
I'm killing time right now waiting for my nana to let me know she is ready;
We are going for a walk.

Later, I'm going for a bike ride in this fantastic weather.

Long live spring!!

Don't wake me, I plan on sleeping in.

NOT my essay
NOT my ecology quiz
just beauty.

Monday, April 2, 2012

white blank page

So tell me now, where was my fault?
In loving you? With my whole heart?

So tell me, now where was my fault?
In loving you with my whole heart.

These would look so much better edited, but today is the end of my spring break.
I have no desire to fix anything.
Except maybe some lunch.

I need to add to my wardrobe, other than thrifted crew necks and old lady sweaters...
time off work
vet bills
sufjan stevens
get away, get away