Reflection. noun. 1: an instance of reflecting; especially : the return of light or sound waves from a surface 2: the production of an image by or as if by a mirror 3: an often obscure or indirect criticism : reproach 4: a thought, idea, or opinion formed or a remark made as a result of meditation 5: consideration of some subject matter, idea, or purpose
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
...not enough time writing what I'm thinking
I have a theory regarding pain: I won't remember it tomorrow, so why worry about it now? I don't know if I really have high tolerance for pain, or I simply can't remember how badly it hurt and how horribly I reacted when I think about it the next day.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Eleven Years...
the red of her hair
the blue of her eyes
...is a long time, but you cannot forget:
the pain of the treatment
the paleness of her skin, sick
...is a long time, but you dare not forget:
the drives and growing up
the laughs and braids and mascara
...is a long time, but I hope I always remember:
her love
her patience
her strength
her faith
her beauty
her laughter
her
...is not enough time to forget her, to get over her.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Old Risque (Not-Quite-Censored) Behaviors of the Reckless at Heart and Delusional in Mind
.....the front seat of your car.
I'm used to the fight
.....over "where?"
I enjoy the graze of your hand
.....upon my knee. Accidental.
I've returned to this creative place
.....in my head, but at what cost?
Everytime I run away I seem to be
.....running towards desperation
.....and intrigue.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Sunday, April 06, 2008
The Weather Underground (1-9)
This is the first of 9 episodes (youtube breaks it down into ten minute episodes) presenting the weather underground. This documentary and who the weather underground was and what their goals and beliefs were, was one of the most fascinating things I've heard in a long time. Knowing that this happened on American soil is outrageous. Why do we never study this in history in our country? Why have I, an American born, raised, and educated in this country, NEVER heard of these guys? And HOW is it possible to do such things and get NO punishment whatsoever? Whatever your stance on what they did (right or wrong, doesn't matter), the fact that they did it and were a serious revolutionary movement within our country is simply mind blowing.
Saturday, April 05, 2008
Friday, April 04, 2008
Bummer?
The good news: I get paid to grade papers for four hours.
The bad news: It's my birthday.
Well at least I'll have the money to get my piercings now. :)
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Tomorrow
At least my toenails are painted.
What of them, I say? What of them?
Who will think of them?
Life and Death (but mostly death)
I lost the tooth next to it. It was the molar that allowed me to chew delicious morsels of appetizing dinners and tantalizing desserts. It was the molar that later kept me up at night with its chipped side and caving cavity.
I lost them; they were taken.
You cannot see where they were. No one will ever notice. In a few weeks time, it will be as if they never existed in my mouth; the gum will heal and the chewing without them will be normal.
Until then, my tongue will miss her neighbor, her friend. Until then, my tongue will feel awkward. Until then, my tongue will remember the tooth that was.
Until then, my tongue will weep.