Saturday, February 5, 2011

a plastic face was biting me in my dream

kendal is a rare gem.
things have been kind of grim and purple lately.
there is no cause.
all i want to do is
dive into one of the giant snow drifts outside
and fall asleep until
it melts
that sounds quite emo
i have decided
that art can break my heart
in a way that no boy ever could.

Monday, January 31, 2011

my sandwich making skills are improving

i do love holly and bekah

so apparently some have said
that my noggin is not screwed on correctly.
i might have to agree with them
i wouldn't have it any other way
today i recieved a miniscule sailboat from a dear friend.
half an inch in width
on it were the words
"s.s. mecie"
i imagined myself to be teeny and
sailing to a mysterious faraway beach.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

my boots are still wet from last night's escapade

good and fun distracting night
rode on a magic carpet
to israel
last night with evan
i keep myself busy
there is a pile of sticks
outside my window
avoiding the encounter
with feelings
that whisper
i keep looking at the pile of sticks

Saturday, January 29, 2011

I'm Back

havn't blogged in long time
no one will read this anymore so whatever
apple juice is liquid comfort
the covers are steel skin protection
i cannot believe i did what i did
sometimes it feels right and
sometimes i am weeping because
i miss him.
what's done is done though.

Monday, August 30, 2010

sincerity spewing from the windows

my dear friend, Katrina
and i waded in a sunflower field hip-high.
she has a beautiful brain and a musical laugh.
here i sit.
in a rolling chair that spins like the earth
watching my fingers dance across the keys.
a garden gnome is drawn on my left hand.
come, enter into the universe that resides inside my head.
let's be wonderfully vulnerable.
this morning i lay in my sheets sketching the view outside my window.
i decided to sketch the view from all the windows in the house.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

sometimes i pretend like my bed is my spaceship

at night i am restless.
been having difficulties sleeping.
i lay there kindly asking my mind to slow down.
until i abandon the attempt and begin to paint.
my bedroom is a different planet.
more and more each day
as i paint peculiar ideas largely on my walls.
sometimes i find myself with strength
that i know does not belong to me
He provides.
perfectly mysterious.

Monday, August 9, 2010

trouble and relief.

^these were taken last summer, found.
i am home bound for a week.
foolish decisions.
i am relieved.
from telling lies.
this week i am going to attempt to become organized.
thankyou God, for adderall. . .