Whats It All About?

Its all about the twisting, turning, thinking, learning, bass pounding coffee grounding, love-making, risk-taking, life, yo.

I believe that everyone deserves to be treated like a human being, to not be hungry, to not be afraid. I believe that a country has the responsibility to take care of its citizens, and I believe that everyone has the responsibility to look after those in their community, the global community. Finally, I believe that every human life is as equally valuable as the next; it doesn't have a price tag. You could say I'm an idealist, but really I'm just not willing to settle for less.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Background Noise

the little things.

background noise
fills my head 
throughout the day,

the way her hair falls over and beyond
the sharp angle
of her
collarbone,

like a river flowing
spilling over the edge

                                      down into
                                      an abyss. 

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

blue eyes

I thought.
I thought, I jumped,
my jaw jumped right up onto my lip
and for a fraction of a second I imagined that I had bitten
all the way through my lip
like my brother had as a baby

Oh--I know why
I jumped
I thought.
I thought about how
your eyes were the same color blue as the sign
on the wall of a store
that I drove by
earlier today

I thought because your eyes are blue.

Friday, December 10, 2010

coils

laying here
still
and 
motionless
heart beating
throbbing in my
head
like a clock
ticking
silence
the sound of my chest
rising and falling
in the
dark
footsteps
shake the floor
I close my eyes
each thud
filling me a little more
with 
fear
fight or flight
the coils of anxiety
squeezing my neck, my lungs
my back
covered in cold
sweat
heart
beating
apathetically.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Realization #1

sometimes I do not think
I simply know
I know that God is trying
to get out to me
to take ahold of my shoulders and grip them with his force and shake me awake out of this nightmare-ish dream world
He calls to me in
voices of a middle-aged woman
morse code beeps from the microwave
he grabs ahold of my hands
and my fingers and 
controls them like
they are on 
puppet strings.
made of cobwebs.
God speaks to me (in cobweb puppet strings).

Saturday, December 4, 2010

a menace to society


sink

this sinking feeling
normally
I can shake off
sleep off
or forget

but this sinking feeling
yes the one where
my throat feels like it is
being constricted
my stomach
has a giant hole in it
my mind is racing
at a million miles per hour

yes this sinking feeling
for some reason
I cannot shake.

twisting and turning

so now I try to sleep
eyes too tired to stay open
mind running too fast to drift off
tormented by my contradicting feelings

tossing and turning under the blankets
my body is warm but my heart is cold
here all alone
left with nowhere to go
after you left me

but this is nothing new
what a silly girl I am
to think I was worthy
of anything more

used.

Karma is a fickle fellow
you see, for me, the rules do not apply
no matter how hard I try
to be nice, to do favors for others
I end up being used

Oh, yeah, sure you "like" me when I'm useful
an ear, a ride, when you're desperately lonely
but once its not to your advantage
I'm left on the side of the road
like yesterday's news

so what am I to do?
if I'm not so nice, people will not like me.
but in being nice, people use me and don't actually like me.
I suppose I bring this on myself
to feel like
I'm not so
alone.

torn

to sit and watch
events unfold before my eyes
powerless
is a painful thing

torn between
the desire to be happy
and the desire for you
to have what you want
which apparently
has nothing to do
with
me.

different

I guess I thought
things would be different
this time.
Everything you wanted
Anything you needed
I was willing to provide
I hardly knew you
but I trusted you,
opened up and let you in
what a mistake I made
a foolish thought
that things would be different.

Friday, December 3, 2010

unconditional

you, you silly little creature
you never fail to cheer me up
leaping bounding into my arms
the second you see me
my mistakes mean nothing to you
you are quick to forgive
never hesitant to love
always at my side
Your age is a mere number
you are unaware of
it does not change the way you
act around me or your
playful demeanor
and when I’m sad
you curl up next to me
warm body next to mine
no words are said
but they dont have to be
simply being there
is enough to make me feel
less lonely
around you, I don’t have to pretend
I’m allowed to feel sad or happy
for no reason at all
it is what it is
and you’re by my side
through it all
no matter what

Thursday, December 2, 2010

who we are is not determined by the challenges we face in life but rather the way in which we overcome those challenges

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

now and then

its times like this when
in the past
i would sink down to my lowest point
give in and give up
resort to mistakes and misunderstandings
to forget everything
but now those days are past
and as I sit here with myself,
all of myself
the faults the flaws and the feelings
i realize
this is the calm before the storm