“If you give them enough rope, they’ll hang themselves.”--Mr. Williams, American Political Systems, 1.30.12
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
that's been seen before. I've seen the same
strokes and colors, shadows and smile
behind another artistic file.
So when one comes and visits here
I might as well be painted clear
for they gather around across the room
like leaves towards sun instead of moon.
I look upon her every day--
the higher attraction along this way--
and ache to crawl between the strokes
of life instead of phantom hoax.
But I can't compare to a masterpiece
of life instead of life to cease.
I am among the works of art
but I begin to fall apart.
It seems so wrong here, desolate,
and utterly insignificant
that of these paintings, I should be
of little value and quality.
It's a fun one...
That's okay, it may not be
of snakes and serpents--humanity
will always uncover some beauty.
Even in the eyes of Death,
those cold, lively eyes of Death,
one can find a fresher breath.
Day Twenty-Eight. The word is....
Day Twenty-Nine. Whoohoo!
The word is...
Saturday, January 28, 2012
We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike; forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were. I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be.
-- "On Keeping a Notebook" by Joan DidionThe above is something I just read in my Creative Nonfiction textbook that stuck out to me. I think I can relate to it a lot.
I have a horrible memory, and it's really one of my biggest flaws.
Also, recently, I've had the hardest time writing like I used to, and I really miss it. I really miss it.
And I feel prettier,
I feel who I am,
I feel the best
with curly hair.
I will not conform,
I will not compromise
with being accepted.
I will wear my hair
Maybe I turned out happier
than who I might have been.
Maybe it's best to leave the rest
with all the words in my past.
Maybe we are better off.
I say we,
I mean me.
Who are you,
Why would I
words and thoughts
free of charge?
Day Twenty-four. The word is...
Moving right along. The word is...
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
So I'm going to share it with everyone. It's a keeper.
Alright, so day Nineteen's word was...
And the word for day Twenty was...
Fire eyes, fire eyes
in whom you refuge in disguise
looks beyond the likes of me
with furnace lakes in friendly skies.
Between the air expands a sea
consumed with flame in trajectory.
Recoil, I shrink; I'm black as ink;
Flying flames as artillery.
Day Twenty-one. The word is...
I hear you whisper in the wind.
You conquer my soul, oh my God.
You bless my heart with the sunrise
and send messengers of encouragement.
I can't be here without You here;
I can't imagine a me without You.
You are my Lord, my Father, my God
and I know You live in every heart.
I know You work among us all.
There is nothing untouched by You.
Day Twenty-two. The word is...
I'm searching for
a place, a time
when we were happy;
when you were mine.
And finally, day Twenty-three.
The word is...
Oh, I never, never
I never, never,
knew the day
that it officially
began, then not.
So quickly, now,
it seems it came.
screeched the brakes.
I never, never,
if what I felt
But now, too late,
but now I think...
Yes, I think
that it once was so.
Once upon a January,
a day not far from February,
it might have began.
But there, of course,
there is where it began
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
The word is...
Monday, January 16, 2012
I've looked up this word before while reading Emily Dickinson, but I had forgotten its meaning and came across it again today. So the word is...
P.S. My Dad bought Adele's CD.
Day Fifteen, and the word is....
a termination or ending, as the final line of a verse
Found: searched online. I didn't come across an unknown word today.
Happy MLK Day, everyone!
Also, does anyone listen to Michelle Featherstone? I may start.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
|The above I'm entering in Shoot. Edit. Submit.|
And I shall call it, "Hanging In There"
|It should be noted that I do not attend SEMO.|
My sister used to; it is her shirt. =)
|Kevin and I|
|He was all Cat-on-a-Mission|
I hope everyone has had a great week! I, fortunately, have the next two days off. This means more photos, reading, writing, and even homework. I know. I refuse to become as bad as a procrastinator as I was last semester, even though it seemed to work out well for me.
Still. I want to eliminate as much stress as possible.
Day Fourteen, the word is!...
Friday, January 13, 2012
You know what that means? Lots and lots and lots of writing, like I used to. Stories. I mean, more poetry too, but mainly more stories. I used to write stories quite literally all of the time and have gotten out of the habit, but no longer! It will begin again!
Secondly, we finally got snow today!! (More so, we got extremely cold wind.) I didn't get any pictures of it, as I still had to go to school, but I did write a short poem during my hour break. I usually don't hang out in the library, but my last class is on the top floor and I didn't want to have to leave and face the cold wind just to come right back, haha.
And you know, sometimes new places are good for inspiration.
So I wrote this as I was sitting at a quiet desk by the glass windows, watching other students outside cross the frozen quad.
Afterwards, I sketched a nice picture of a lamp post.
Well, nice in terms of me.
[I'm looking this up and putting it down as a draft on Wednesday, because I didn't get home as early as I had planned and I don't have time to do a whole post.]
Day Eleven. The word is...
And for Day Twelve, the word is...
I was going to post more pictures from the other day, but I don't have enough time.
I must read my Bible and be in bed by 1 AM.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
The day was spent preparing for tomorrow, but I was able to do a little photoshoot of myself, which is something I've been meaning to do for a long time now. I don't have them all finished yet, so I'll just give you a preview.
Day Ten! The word is...
Deacon and I went about today and took these pictures. It was actually a lot of fun. =)
|Okay, I don't do laundry,|
but I thought the socks were a nice touch.
|Well, empty branches.|
That's a saying, right?
|Okay, the only thing I knew I had a dozen of were pennies!|
The math equation was Deacon's idea.
|Romeo. The only place he lets me get a decent photo of him.|
PS. I almost forgot my word of the day.
Day Nine. The word is....
Monday, January 9, 2012
It's a winner.
I will not become
a ratty, batty,
My 10-Word poem for the day.
Day...Eight? The word is...!
She couldn't say it if she wanted to.
My eyes are towards the floor.
Has the thought crossed her mind? No doubt.
It's happened across mine on several accounts.
And she enjoys the rhythm; beat;
he enjoys the mighty game.
And calamity, taboo, oh no no no.
All is well and fair indoors.
Nothing vile or threatening exists
if said only just above a whisper.
Of course, she knows. Common sense
has not left her empty-handed
but his hands are cold and dried with dust.
He lives on his eyes alone.
Icy pools that possess such pull
upon the heartstrings of another,
no wonder she has had no choice.
No wonder so many have fallen.
But, as well, as so very well,
all is fair in here, indoors.
Oh, just some random thoughts.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
|This one was particularly hard to edit because it was blurry and taken at night,|
but I was so in love with it to not try.
|This was also particularly hard to edit, because it was covered with a lot of shadow.|
|This one was always my favorite.|
Saturday, January 7, 2012
that wasn't known. A passerby
that happened to be on his way
to see if one day, I would try.
I witnessed love among the friends
that knew we had to make amends.
I look to them when in distress
and through the mess, a hand extends.
I've witnessed many countless lies
and with each one, my spirit dies,
but I know that beauty lives today.
I pray you'll see it through your eyes.
Okay, day six. I really didn't have a word for today,
so I searched some online articles and this word stuck out...
Friday, January 6, 2012
|I've fallen in love with the way Branson at My Reflection of Something does collages, so I thought I'd give it a shot.|
Thursday, January 5, 2012
We've been discussing and arguing over this for about two months now. He came to me in November and asked me if it was alright with me if he shaved his head at the start of December. I talked him out of that (meeting family, etc) and suggested January instead. As January approached, however, I started to get more and more afraid.
The main thing I find attractive on a person is their hair. It's what I look for first. And Deacon has particularly good hair. At the same time, I felt completely wrong telling him he could not do this. I mean, the length of my hair was decided for me without my consent for 15 years of my life. I know how frustrating that is, and I know how much he wanted to give this a try. So I agreed.
It doesn't look bad. I don't have a picture yet, but I'm even already starting to get used to it. I prefer his hair, but he's the same either way.
I do, however, have a picture of us right before I had to go to work today, just a few hours before the shave:
Day Four. The word today is...
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
or can leave me for a while
without me knowing.
I like to imagine it flying
across time frames and galaxies
while my body imprints on my mattress.
Perhaps it can even move about
my room and mind
Whichever way, it has a way
of knowing what might happen
upon my waking.
I don't know which part, exactly.
I do not know much anymore.
Except I dream, and I wake.
I feel a pulse beneath my hand,
beneath my skin and wedged between
my bones and soul. Working hard
without complaining of severity
or stressful times. It does its job.
And why can't we all just
do our jobs, and do them well?
Day three. Today's word is....
Monday, January 2, 2012
My only regret is that I took my camera, but I didn't take any pictures!
And now, Day Two, my word is...
I had three goals for this new year:
- Give up Mountain Dew. Again. (Hey, I did pretty good for a long time last year.)
- Read my Bible every day. (I should have done this years ago.)
- Learn a new word every day for a year. (This is on my Bucket List and is also in order to improve my less than proficient vocabulary.)
So, I know it's after midnight, but that's only because I had to work 3 to close today and we were really busy. It still counts as day one.
Today's word is....
Found: in Edgar Allan Poe's poem, "Annabell Lee."