Freedom Fighter

Who will fight for me? With balled fists and hoarse throats? For my restless spirit, my tired smile. Who will wake every morning and tend to my bruised heart; whispering reassurances across its weakened valves, pushing blood to my cold fingers and toes. Who everyday remind me of what I deserve; spinning a fairy tale... Continue Reading →

I’m A Pretty, Pretty, Butterfly!

What's up ladies and gentlefingers! I'm back from my shame fueled guilt cocoon, Oh how I have missed thee! So much has happened in the last few weeks. The spring semester wrapped up, I'm now #teamiPhone, it's summer time in my corner of the world and everyday is palm tree hell!!!! Real quick question: If... Continue Reading →

While You Were Out…

I'm like a baby. Well, more like a peek-a-boo enthusiast. Once I put my hands over my eyes, the universe implodes into an unfathomable white hole. At least that's what I think happens when I neglect to post for a while. I'm sure that's not the case at all. Your lives probably continue; reluctantly checking your emails, being scolded at Starbucks when you call a... Continue Reading →

Ice Cream and Confuscious Say

 Today in Wal-Mart while staring at miniature cups of ice cream I arrived at a few conclusions...  January is coming to a close, and I'm already SEVERELY slacking on my "resolutions". Resolution #1: Don't make resolutions. Change today, and don't taint your goals with commercial commitment ... yeah, right.  I succumbed to all the usual ones; weight loss, grades, better job, as well... Continue Reading →

Am I Suffering From Life-lag?

I'm having a hard time adjusting to fame... no wait, school (I'm sorry, I thought I was Drake again). The semester has started but I'm in a fog. I haven't started studying or working on my extracurricular activities. None of it seems real. I feel like the cloudy part of the Claritin-D commercial.  No over-the-counter antihistamine can help me. I NEED a swift kick in the... Continue Reading →

(W)here’s (T)he (F)rosting?

I'm getting sick and tired of beind sick and tired of my gotdang self. Like so many panes of colored glass yet unpolished; so incredibly opaque that my window is unintelligible. How could anyone appreciate me when I can't even see the beauty in myself....yet. I'm so rough, so unfinished, so lackluster. I'm so unspeakably... Continue Reading →

Not to Toot My Own Horn But…

  I harp persistently in my past success to decrescendo the discordant pangs of my ritornello failures. I hearse and re-rehearse these dead notes held in immortal captivity on manuscripts made of pitted lies; the flattened pulp of grandiose recollections. But when this symphony is no longer sympathetic, I will tune into my divine muse... Continue Reading →

Ars Nova

Sometimes I forget that I asked for these responsibilities. Sometimes I'm almost ungrateful to have so many gifts and so many doors before me. Sometimes I'm so short-sighted, so foolhardy that I ache for fewer paths, fewer talents, a simpler life. Then it hits me. That no one else could bear this, could hold this... Continue Reading →

So Lately…

So lately my subconscious has been a mess. I can't think straight and I'm convinced my dreams are coming to get me. I write them down in the mornings now. Pour over them like lecture notes sifting for pieces of congruity, hoping for a little insight. Close but no cigar. Some say dreams are your... Continue Reading →

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