Summer Vacation!

So I deactivated my Facebook for the summer today. Expect to (maybe) see a little more of me on here :)

Title at the end of the double-haiku

Dancing, suspended
from the ceiling as a breeze
wafts through the window

Twirling, revealing
a metamorphosis of
shadows between light

Origami Light Mobiles

What do you think? (I have no idea what to title this)

I.

My compliments to the editor,

Or the editors,

As the case may be:

You who sit at a computer,

Tireless, I imagine;

Sometimes drone-like;

Zombie-stare at a glowing screen.

I imagine you

Far-reaching as the world’s largest spider

With access to the world’s largest web,

Sifting through virtual piles of weightless paper,

Like slithering mountains of winking coal

II.

Every once in a while,

A ray of piercing light gleams

From your pile of variably graded coal,

A ray of light that sears the eyes and penetrates the heart,

Bringing feeling to a numb mind,

Melting the ice of humdrummery.

To this ray of light you assign a minuscule,

Red,

Check mark,

But in reality

-At least, I think:

It represents heart.

III.

My compliments to the editor,

My thanks to you,

For the care you take,

For the work you do.

My compliments to the editor,

Friend of many an undervalued poet.

My compliments to the editor,

Before, you’d never have known it.

Tercet from a week ago

Uncontrollable emotions mine/
The head and heart made to dine/
On anger and sorrow the opposite of sublime./


(Ehhh, I just like the rhyme scheme..)

Happy 2012 box (many thanks to Abby @ Following God)

I made a Happy 2012 "jar" (it's actually a box) last Thursday, and since I'm feeling down right now, I figured I might as well share it with you today.

I put this box together immediately after reading the guest post on Lucia etcetera. The funny thing is, everything I used to decorate the box was, well, picked up from my floor. The box has been floating around my room for a while too, waiting for some sort of purpose to manifest itself. So I guess you could say the whole thing was upcycled :)

I've been recording the small events and occurrences that have made me happy at the end of each day, often times that's the best . I write them with my favorite pen on small, ripped scraps of scratch paper, it makes the little bits of happiness seem all the more spur-of-the-moment and raw, I think. Something I've spoken about with R a few times.


(I'm going to randomly select a few slips of paper from the box and write their contents underneath each photo.)

 The baked beans mom made, so sweet, so savory, so short lived ~5/11/12

The light shining through the trees as I lay on the tramp while I babysat the Ws. The sun was setting. ~5/11/12

 Daddy getting home after being at the Troubled Youth conference for two days. ~5/11/12

Flying down the street on T's bike after going to an interview thing. The sun shone bright yellow, it was late afternoon, and I was thoroughly exhilarated. ~5/14/12

The clouds at the end of the day as we were driving home from Spanish class. ~5/10/12

And a couple of hastily taken photo from today to show how full it is:

Sending J and K an email with a link and a photo of my happy 2012 box :) ~5/10/12

The cottonwood seeds blowing across town, like warm, spring snow. ~5/10/12


Anyway, I know I made this with the year already half over, but I encourage you to do the same anyway :)
I think it's important to remember the small things in life; and it's important to have some way to remind yourself that you have lots of things to be happy about.

Thick Skin

Your skin is not tough
And that's really not enough
When you're in the midst of a terrible war.

You don't have tough skin
That's a bad thing, being the person you are during the war you're in.

It's never enough
With skin not so tough
The person you be,
In the war, it's rough.

No possibility of misinterpretation.

Struggling with poetry, I might have a new, actual post coming up soon, with or without poetry. Poetry can be so personal, sometimes it's a bit of a struggle to feel comfortable with sharing it, especially this poetry. Not that any one would ever see it, of course... Ha.
But still, it's so up to the reader's opinion, their personal mindset; their way of thinking. This poetry in particular is something a friend kinda put me up to, a very dear friend, and the friend happens to be the subject of the poem, if not the addressee. This poetry has to have a really specific feeling to it, which means that words have to be chosen carefully, as the final poem will weigh heavily. I'd prefer it if this poem in particular had absolutely no possibility of misinterpretation.

Today's pretty blue sky

Easy Eloquence and Clarifying Intricacy

So, hey, how are ya?

I must confess that these past few days haven't been the best for me, not depressing, just a little melancholy and listless. I want to do something really big, really cool. And by big and cool, I probably don't mean anything you might be thinking of; by big and cool I guess I mean quirky and creative. I want to put smiles on a bunch of people's faces, even if I'm not there to see it. I want to shine a light on the unseen corners of my world so other people can cock their heads to one side while their eyes light up with the sunshine of discovery; I want to bring about a smile in their hearts as well as on their faces. I want them to look at the world, and go "Oh!" as something shifts in their minds.
I  guess I rather want to do something like what Katie Sokoler from "Color Me Katie" does, but I don't seem to have the energy or the space or the resources to do it with; whether or not if I really do, I think I don't.
Perhaps I need to tell myself a different story, one where my life is exciting and easy and I have lots of friends, because, for all I know, all of those things could be true, and my current mindset could be false.

At least I finally got one of my wishes today; I've overcome the writer's block I didn't even know I had, I'm managing to write what I feel in an eloquent and descriptive way, in earnest and in honesty.
I keep saying to myself lately "I wish I could write like Raven", He's so kind and clear in his replies to strong-minded and narrow-sighted comments of every sort. I get too emotional, in type and in person, I feel, or rather, felt that I wasn't very good at expressing myself in an earnest and helpful way, in a way that would set my opinion free without rising up in contest to other people's opinions. I've finally unlocked that ability right here, in this post, though I'm still a long way from the intricacy of writing like Jane Austen, and of speaking with the easy eloquence of my dad.

The Internet (Namely Facebook) and Other Things

This place strikes me as very facade-like. There's so much more going on under the surface.
Do you think about the things I think about? Do you want to talk about them too? Do you see the things I see? Or is this just not the designated place to talk about them, is this not the place to bring them into the light?
If not now, I wonder, when?

I probably just read and think too much...

The curtain comes down
Fall to the ground
The stage of my heart
Giving up my part
Join the audience
We're all one
joining the audience
Now life is fun

The curtain comes down
To a smile, from the frown
Barriers no more
Join me on life's seashore
We're all just grains of sand
But together we've created solid land
We're all one
Let's make life fun

My heart
Your heart
Three hearts
Four,
Join me on the dancing floor
No longer separate,
Don't be a degenerate
Join us
Join us
Won't you join the dance.

Once you felt all alone,
I felt the same way,
But I've realized we're all one,
And we really do have a say
In what's going on,
What's been done,
Let's change the world,
Let's truly make it fun.