January 2011
I don’t think it’s time travel if wherever you are in the world that is already 2011, you fly over to the States, where we’re still waiting. The two separate time zones are off by hours, but even if it’s 10 AM New Years Day somewhere and almost 7 PM right now here, the two “times” coexist. I’m sorry to burst your bubble, but I’ve thought about this...
December 2010
Remembrance is taken in the hands of those who make their existence - their mark of deem and royalty - infinitely worth of alls’ memory.
The Metamorphosis,
Boom, zip. Another rip.
Boom, zip. Another rip.
Our lives can end on battlefields exactly at home. Because our previous form, so sweet and so young and so innocent, can be shed away, bringing us into this new body who sees the world in different eyes and walks with a different gloom that wasn’t there. It’s that stare. That gaze that speaks of the antithesis to all eyes because when...
Hmm
I don’t remember much of this year. In the first 6 months, I had my laughs in algebra, art, block. I had my graduation from middle school. The next half was my birthday and buying myself a birthday card(it has a parrot wearing a sombrero with a martini glass saying It’s Your Birthday… on the cover and inside saying …So You Call The Shots. Wishing You A Pitcher of Happy With...
I think when we say beauty,
we mean the vitality of a human being, their true aura surrounding them and surrounding us in illuminating soul-light; the eternal heat and fire behind the skin and their essence wrapped around everything they touch like music notes only translated by our hearts. I think we mean something that is beyond confidence, but still having that “I will fight for myself” attitude, that beast...
@thatchink
I know, but it makes the series more heartfelt and about following your dreams and doing what’s right. I’ve kept up with the manga though. But yeah, flashbacks really take so many eps.
Things to look forward to:
Tonight: More Naruto Shippuden episodes(I’m at 139-ish)
Thursday: Going to the mall before the sales disappear.
Friday: New Year’s Eve = Apple cider, the closest I can get to alcohol.
Saturday: Possibly a day with Gabby!!!GAMEWORKS, FOOD…and everyone she hasn’t seen.
Monday: Back to school…ugh and it’s an A day.
Popped up in my head.
“Heat so intoxicating, your hair waves like black ocean tides over the back of your sweet neck. I want to explore…the everlasting effect of sunlight on your flesh. Your blood plays violins and guitars and it so warm, I feel the fire in your hands, in your arms, in your heart. I’ve had the pleasure of entering your thoughts of peace, of scientific explorations of space, and alas...
One thing I adore is spontaneity. That instinct to just walk past a mirror and make a face so horrendous and so perfect you just laugh on and on and on. Wooh, that is just amazing.
You know you've been awake too long if you can...
Too many nights awake…
And it’s always between 3:30 - 3:45 AM! Internal urinary clocks these days.
Perfect Girl.
Your hips are reincarnated calligraphy of men who had designated their lives into describing you and only you. Your sides are swaying and your head never falls below the ground, building and swallowing a whole new brand of disgusting. Your eyes may be mirrors into a soul, but I like to think you are a doll; you carry nothing within you that cannot be predetermined. Carrying fingers of past...
We all have our definitions of degrading, wrong,...
A pure action can only be determined by you: whether or not it feels right for you.
Everything in the universe dances.
From swirling ocean tides to running feet on pavement, lightning strikes to joining bodies of art, everything in the universe dances. Everything…is a soul, everything…is a life. Everything is a breath and a song and a surprise, so just look at everything you can find. Everything is a monotonous copy and everything is a colorful show of vibrating shades of blue and green. Everything is...
People grow, with or without you.
They progress, they develop, they achieve, they fall back into habits, and they learn. Every day is a journey and every night can turn into a trip back to Square One. But we grow nonetheless and every once and awhile, we need someone there.
I believe.
I believe in a being that did not create us all, but created the first of what we are. I believe there’s God and He is not a He and instead God is just God. Whether you find such a powerful entity in the sky or in your skin or in the color of your eyes when in the moonlight, that’s up to you, but God is in change; God is in love; God is in fate. And God is whatever you shape God to be....
All we have is now, the present, the ever coming sequence of time that is coming in 3…2..1..it’s here, now it’s gone. Oops, it was just then. All we have is what becomes, all we have is what will become, all we have is a cycle of flowing moments becoming the past, that are the present, and will be the future. And all we contain is actions we take and the emotions we carry in our...
Raven: "That water needs a dash more salt...
BAM! *throws some in, Eddie jumps back*
I’m so hungry.
Late night productions of the thoughts that are projected, but yet crumble as soon as they meet the processing stage:we bleed not in just red blood, but in dance and verse and strugglingtobesetfree locked away truths to be faced. We are the beings of flower-blooming petals, settled in violet colored eyes, but our natural and pure hue being diminished over time and strife. Lips are of lead and ink...
The radio
The radio - a simple yet shortened word for when in another location, in another moment of someone’s life, the same music or the same message or the same blurring noise that happens when you are changing stations or even the same annoying commercials for Christmas sales is being played in another’s ears. The same voice, like the same movies and the same books we watch and read, is...
Too funny. I cannot handle this.
We both feels it.
Me, Gabby, laser tag+mall+gameworks+food, next week.
DO YOU FEELS IT?!
Wooh, I love life and people in it.
Maybe, maybe not.
Maybe I want to simply embrace her and never let go. Maybe, I want to shed away from this house - a series of eyes and jumbled thoughts with every step I take. Maybe I want my mom to be my mom, my sister, my friend, my parent who will listen and do just that. Maybe, I want my sister to grow into a woman of character who can hold herself in this world, even dreadfully alone. Maybe I want my brother...
Focus on the small silly things like tripping over...
Who knows, they could make a useless bunch of hours turn into a great memory you can laugh about.
Break so far...
Yesterday, my sister and I threw tangerines at each other because we were both bored out of our minds. Yesterday, I ran into Abiel(which was weird) and then I walked away. Then into Elizabeth with her friends/cousins/family and then I walked away without saying anything. Then, into Eliza, Janet, and Roseann. I finally bought my secret Santa gift for *someone* and a copy of Alice in Wonderland....
Change
So, I wrote this poem after Mr.(I forgot his name, but I know his face) came into my block class two weeks ago, asking for people to sign up for the poetry slam. I didn’t sign up, but I went last Friday and sat with Ebony and Ryan and it was amazing! But, anyway, here it is:
Tom loses himself in another bottle - into another abyss Where he can nourish his throat burns of his past screams...