Are You Sure?

Things are starting to get a leeetle bit scary;
I thought I was too young to hold on for dear life.

Happy Holidays, Americans

Have a lovely Thanksgiving!

Here's to the last holiday we can wish each other uniformly without fearing political correctness.

Until New Year's,

:)

Amoeba

blood, its traces proof
of desperate, bursting desire
to transpose thoughts exploded
into utterable phrases
fit to cross lips
live air

by even a heart whose finnicky
borders
shimmer across a baked horizon
melt quickly in order to float
evaporate across
borders

twitched veins pumping proof
of throats clogged with sounds
noises, really
living amoebas' lives
refusing language
and taking the form, instead
of bubbling, simmering

weight.
blood drips to fly
not of pain
injury
but of vitality
flying to paint the sky

the sky that finds all faces
not the same
but just the same,
mirrors each dimple, tear
with feverish precision

only one perfectionist the judge
judging slowly
by measurable standards
immeasurable error
and beauty,
no less
no less
than one in the same

United States of Anticipation

I've had a lot to think about over the past few days. My whole life to think about, really. Every aspect of my coming life hid around the corners of an 1800 mile road trip to New York City.

I don't have time to spell it out right now, but I only have...eight months until my life enters a new, inevitable chapter.

I don't know how I feel about that.

Silence

[romantic addiction: http://leloveimage.blogspot.com/]

Fear

[I found this in my journal from a little bit ago. Free material!]

lilted hopes fall from last week's roses,
--overcome by foolish necessity,
varnished with melted fantasy--
endlessly stripped by midnight's fear.

lingering are the echoes of inevitability
across phone lines, hallways, borders
--never quite geared for cake and china,
garnished with buttercream and lost replies,
upstaged by a decrepit gardener--
awaiting a flower's leap of faith.
glowing embers of compatibility
extinguish, making room for dawn.

I dare you

to listen to Beyonce's "Halo" without dancing or singing along.

If you did it just now, you exercised sheer will power. Don't lie.