"In the end, it's not going to matter how many breaths you took, but how many moments took your breath away." -Shing Xiong *** "Do not go where the path may lead; instead where there is no path and leave a trail." -Ralph Waldo Emerson *** "Truly great friends are hard to find, difficult to leave, and impossible to forget." -G. Randolf *** "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us." -E.M. Forster *** "Imagnination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world." -Albert Einstein *** Defintion of Suburbia: A place where they cut down trees and name streets after them. -(Unknown, found on sticker) :p *** "A lie goes halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its pants on." -Winston Churchill***"Love is the irresistible desire to be desired irresistibly." -Louis Ginsberg ***"All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware." -Martin Buber

Saturday, April 30, 2011

(Dear Marius) Your Reality (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius
Your Reality
Written April 30th, 2011
The rain has ceased
The sky is blue and clear
The grass reaches high
And the birds sing without fear
Dancing from tree to tree
The world is waking up
With a long happy sigh

I can feel the warmth of your love
In the air all around
Persistent and consuming
Yet it makes not a sound
You may have left mortality
But you are still such a reality

Monday, April 25, 2011

(Dear Marius) Auditorium (a poem, dedication)

Dear Marius
Written April 26th, 2011
It is dark
But we are all here
It is dark
But we are not scared
The audience seats
Are just shadowy shapes
Empty, from what we can see
But it is dark
So we can’t know for sure
Can we?

Sunday, April 24, 2011

(Dear Marius) Now You Know (a poem, a dedication)

Dear Marius
Now You Know
Written April 25th, 2011
The tears of Angels
From the great sky
So mighty
Each drop
Slapping me in the face
Stinging my skin
Though they’re so soft
The rain I love
Bites, merciless

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Touché (a poem)

Written April 23rd, 2011
Right in the middle of talk
You scream and run away
I look to see what made you balk
A tiny spider going about his day

I giggle at your silly fear
As I take him elsewhere
Only after you're certain it's clear
Do you rejoin me, still trembling from your scare

I pick on you and poke fun
You look at your feet, face red
Suddenly I scream and I'm on the run
The tables have been turned on me instead

You giggle at my greatest fear
As you swat the bee away
While my heart beats fast from it being near
I apologize and say; "Touché."  

Friday, April 22, 2011


Written April 22nd, 2011
I chased
As a tumble toddler
In the summer
When they fluttered by
Giggle and Stumble
Never caught one
But I always loved
To chase
Blissful Abandon

I miss
As an abandoned adolescent
In my abdomen
When he smiled-by
Blush and Stumble
He caught me
But it N'always lasts
In for the chase
Catch then release

I have
As a hopeful heartbreakee
In the air surrounding us
When he reaches out- a lie?
Flattered, I might Stumble
Will he catch me?
Possible-always last
Beyond the chase
Long Love

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

King in the Cage (a poem)

King in the Cage
Started April 8th, 2011
Finished April 20th, 2011
The whistle blows
And my team breaks
Positioning themselves
I jog alone
To the end of the field
Into the cage
A solitary monument
That I must guard
Without yield

The game is nigh
The ball; the Prize
Tossed high
The players; the Pieces
They surge forward
A wave of bodies
Crashing across the field; the Board.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Caretaker (a poem, dedication)

Written April 18th, 2011
His body is scarred and battered
From a life of hard work and toil
He doesn’t complain; the pain, it never mattered
So long as the table had bread, milk, and potatoes in the foil.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Shadow Wings (a poem)

Shadow Wings
Written April 16th, 2011
The sun slips down below
The moon is on the rise
Stars appear, one by one
Twinkling from way up high
As darkness fall, shadows take wing
Filling up the sky

Built for the night
Silent in flight
Speaking in echoes
With sensitive ears to see
What their eyes can’t
Children of the dark

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

The House on the Hill (a poem)

The House on the Hill
Written April 13th, 2011
There is a house atop a hill
Lonely on the outskirts of town
The windows cracked, the shadows still
The vines crawl
And the grass is tall
Nature is claiming it back; running it down

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Forget You (a poem)

Forget You
Written April 12th, 2011
I hear your name
And it rings sourly in my ears
I tense up and stare at the ground
I’ll never look at you the same
The veil has been lifted from my eyes
And now I know what is true
I pity the next fool to fall for you

Ladies, look before you leap
He’s the prettiest damn thing
Easy on the eyes and smooth on the talk
He’ll make you want to sing
But he’s wearing the devil’s mask
He made me walk the fool’s walk
Now I’m frozen; no love left
And he still has my favorite book

Monday, April 11, 2011

I Am Not Afraid (a novel) Chapter One

Began writing on April 9th, 2011
Chapter One
First Visit
The first time I saw him, I was nine years old.
            My sister had had a bad dream, and asked me to come sleep with her. Our parents were gone for the weekend, and out brother’s girlfriend had come over at eight and they hadn’t come out of his room since.
            I was only two years older than her, but I guess when you’re scared any kind of company is better than none.
            She had come into my room at about midnight, shaking me awake. I had followed her blearily into her room, crawled under the covers, and promptly fell asleep again.
            I woke up at three a.m., and to this day I can’t really remember why. There was no loud noise, no bad dream, and no sudden movements. I just opened my eyes and there he was, standing at the foot of the bed.

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Ode to the Pencil

Ode to the Pencil
Written April 6th, 2011
A bridge between
My thoughts
And tangible paper
As my dreams get bigger
You get smaller
I'll wear you down
Right to the nub
And you won't complain
For that is your purpose.

When Tragedy Strikes (a poem)

When Tragedy Strikes
When tragedy strikes
There often is no warning
The soft sand on which you walk
Glittering with reflected sunlight
In a single step becomes sharp rocks
Beneath your soft and vulnerable feet

Sunday, April 3, 2011

This is for a Friend (a poem, dedication)

This is For a Friend <3
Written April 3rd, 2011
This is for a friend
Who means the world to me <3
Who I never get to see :(
This is for a friend
Who knows how to make me smile :)
Who appreciates my style :D

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Universe (a poem)

Written April 3rd, 2011
I sit here on this earth
Held down by gravity
Looking up at the Universe
Suspended over this world.
The stars above are sprinkled
Across the face of night
From down here I look up
Wondering if they are looking back.

Strangers (thoughts)

Written April 2nd, 2011
     Funny how the world works.
     Before I lived with my dad, and only visited him on the weekends, I didn't know she even existed.
     After I moved and lived with him all the time, I got enrolled in the local school. That's where I met her, a fellow student.
     We hit it off almost instantly, and now here I am at a sleepover at her house, awake and trying not to make too much noise as she continues to drift in and out of sleep.
     Dad lives in a different house now, one town over form her. But our towns have a joint school.
     So here I am, just up the street from our old house, in her bed, writing. All those years when I came to visit Dad on the weekends, my best friend was just up the street! And I had no clue!

Friday, April 1, 2011

Opposites Attract (a poem)

Opposites Attract
Written April 1st, 2011
Pristine white
Neat, orderly
Blue lines across
Pink lines down
Perfect, untouched
Inviting, tempting

Night black
Shapely curves
Sharp lines
Uneven, random
No perfect repetitions
Creative, meaningful

Pen tip presses
On smooth white paper
What was previously
Is now
Charmingly askew

This neat page; my messy scrawl
A perfect pair.