Friday, January 28, 2011

foreheads forethought


two thin lines
balanced on skin
freckled flesh
pressed like tin

glancing blows
added up
lie like whiskey
in a cup

worlds held
upon broken heads
as twisted ankles
kick the dead

when did worries
get so hard
that they now leave little
paper thin scars?

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

So this is the new year....

Reading back over my old posts I have noticed a trend towards the macabre. This is not ok. It worked well for the Adams Family and Beetle Juice, but I look better in a slightly more Monty Python emotional wardrobe. Why must I be so doom and gloom? My life is pretty swell, I might even say it is the bee's knees. So...

My New Year's resolution: Love life, love people, love me.
This is all encompassing. In shorthand my New Year's resolution is LOVE. I will even love the doom and gloom moments that make me want to retreat inside myself and drag my inner Emo out by it's bleeding heart tattoo. I am pretty darn fantastic and so are all the people in my life. This year, and every year from here on out, I will enjoy them more. What is life without love, and what is love without life? WE (and this is where you come in) will spend every moment enjoying exactly what we are doing. WE will do all of those little things that we have always wanted to find time for, but somehow never managed to do. School and work are meaningful, and maybe even fulfilling, but the really important things in life are moments. So this year I am going to have billions of moments, and I want you to be a part of them. If you are game, please join me. I don't want this to be my best year, I want every year to be better than the last.

I love everyone of you with every inch of my being!!!!

Saturday, January 1, 2011

build me up, butter cup

I feel down. Really low. Like my life is a bit out of control. My insides are all messed up in knots. I don't live up to my own expectations. I don't live up to others' expectations.

How is it that one event, one stupid silly event, can cause me to get so down on myself? I wanted to write a New Years blog that was about promise and hope that this would be my year. I want to run away. I always want to run. The problem is that I can't run away from myself.

I'm 2 seconds away from driving west and watching the sun rise over the plains.