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Thursday, July 31, 2008


Flower: [about two birds fluttering around] Well! What's the matter with them?
Thumper: Why are they acting that way?
Friend Owl: Why, don't you know? They're twitterpated.
Flower, Bambi, Thumper: Twitterpated?
Friend Owl: Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!
Thumper: Gosh, that's awful.
Flower: Gee whiz.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

morning lullabies

yesterday i woke up
with your head on my arm.
my hand was numb, circulation gone
but i dared not move the pretty sleeping one.
sun had painted patterns on your face,
as you breathed the sunday air
you rolled onto my open arm,
i became your pillow,
you let me smooth your hair.
i will sing you morning lullabies,
you are beautiful and peaceful this way

~Ingrid Michaelson

Sunday, July 20, 2008

thank heaven

for little girls

Certain is it that there is no kind of affection so purely angelic as of a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.
Joseph Addison

Monday, July 14, 2008

You really can't see the dark side. When I was a kid I thought that just I couldn't see it because I wasn't looking hard enough. This proves it. I has a lot of strange notions as a kid.

Saturday, July 12, 2008

water kisses

fells like
Now that I've
let go
And lost control
Water kisses
fill my mouth
fills my soul

Thursday, July 10, 2008

what about my dream?

"It is exactly because life is a series of confrontations with the mundane that we observe so little, and therefore the artist’s role becomes not to illustrate the fantastic, but rather to illuminate the obvious."
A little insight
inside my head: a maze of thoughts
outside my head: the zing zing of the slinkey
color: strawberry red
smell: baby powder
taste: ranch dressing
mood: contemplative
looking forward to: tomorrow's adventure
to avoid: why avoid the inevitable?
career choice: stay at home mom
wishing: "if you could meet anyone in the world, living or dead, real or fictional, who would it be?"
"my husband. like right now, that would be awesome."
fear: :-x
craving: snuggles
what about everything?

Holiday quiet on these streets, except for some reason me
The hometown harbor lights bright, the sailboats clatter in vain
Holiday sky, midnight clear
Wind is high on this pier
I find it hard to complain when compared with what about...

What about everything?
What about aeroplanes?
And what about ships that drank the sea?
What about...
What about the moon and stars?
What about soldier battle scars
And all the anger that they eat?
What about...
What about aliens? What about you and me and...
What about gold beneath the sea?
What about...
What about when buildings fall?
What about that midnight phone call...
The one that wakes you from your peace?
Well, I am not, I am not, I am not in need

Monday, July 07, 2008

roller coaster

long nights and hot days. playing in the pool with my sister, new old hoodies, and long hair. yellow shirts, polka dotted flip flops, care bear band-aids, blue rimmed mirrors, and photo blogs. :-D
Unlike Me Kate Havnevik
There are no guarantees in life
Not for the present,
Nor for the future.
All I know is
That I'm here;
Don't know for how long.
I love the way
You live so intensely
Enjoy every minute of life
With space to swing
Your arms around
Laughing loudly

The past, the present,
And the future,
Are all side by side,
Hand in hand.
You move and change,
Yet you go nowhere:
Everything stays the same.
You stare at me,
And ask me questions,
Makes me nervous,
This room it keeps a constant tone
While I'm on a roller coaster
A little insight
inside my head: dizzy
outside my head: bright lights
color: faded pink
smell: cigarette smoke
taste: mouth
mood: strange
looking forward to: talking with someone
to avoid: people
career choice: painter
wishing: that i could paint
fear: being naive forever
craving: pineapple

Saturday, July 05, 2008

Friday, July 04, 2008

water is the best

i want to do more pictures with water

Thursday, July 03, 2008


the rest of my life

My niece is almost two years old, and I have been teaching her how to blow bubbles. She can do it if I hold her face and point her mouth in the right direction. Most of the time I blow the bubbles. She gets this look on her face like an excited puppy and says to me "I'll go get it!" before she proceeds to chase after the bubbles and try to catch one to bring back to me.

I won't say the only thing, but by far, the most important thing that school has taught me is that this, taking pictures, swinging on swingsets, drawing with sidewalk chalk, and blowing bubbles, this is how I want to spend the rest of my life. I want to be a mom.

A little insight
inside my head: swish swish like flying back and forth
outside my head: the trapeze swinger by iron and wine
color: yellow, orange and then pink. acid free, photo safe glue stick
mood: nostalgic, and also wistful
smell: soap
taste: clean water
looking forward to: tomorrow
to avoid: a career in massage therapy
career choice: professional bubble blower
wishing: the dreams would stop for a while
fear: that they will always be just dreams
craving: affection

A King and Queen
Be the princess in that stone tower,
crying for that handsome butcher's plight
(and, as some princess might,
she still calls him a knight.)
But the best thing for you would be queen,
so be queen.
You're all that I need.
Though I know that it never can be,
I'd be pleased
to post your decrees,
to fall at your knees,
to name all your streets
and to sit down and weep
when you're carried back through them and set down to sleep,
and to lie by your side for sublime centuries
(until we crumble to dust when we're crushed by a single sun)
If you want to see and be seen,
then be seen.
Your dress is dark red
and your opening eyes are bright green.
Make a scene,
but don't lie on the bed,
laid out like you're dead,
because honey, you're murdering me.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

samantha's eyes.

summer rain is my favorite. cuz it starts out muggy and you feel miserable and you can't imagine how the day could possibly be salvaged because it's too hot to even breathe outdoors, and then its like the air sighs because she just can't hold it in anymore, and suddenly it's pouring, cool, puddles, and rainbows because it's sunny still. and then the mist rises from the ground because the pavement is still so hot. it's magical.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

i deleted all my teenage posts, and so now it says i joined yesterday!

No more angsty posts. I am tired of being angsty. :-p

Everyone is different! Isn't it amazing?! Can you just imagine what it would be like to be someone else? What it would be like to wake up in the morning and see someone else's face in the mirror? Have someone else's thoughts, experiences, clothes, likes, dislikes, childhood memories, pet peeves, cravings, body, trials?? Just imagine. Pick someone you hate, and just imagine.

I am...small. I have trouble making decisions. I have no idea what I want to do with my life. That's not true, I take it back. I have no idea what I WILL do with my life. I do not know how to explain myself or the things I feel. Sometimes I feel like the world is too big for me. Sometimes it is too small. I think i have accepted that I am okay at art. ::nods::

Mess up my bed with me
Kick off the covers i'm waiting
Every word you say,
I think I should write down,
don't wanna forget come daylight.
a little insight
inside my head: mercifully empty
outside my head: unbearably messy
color: yellow, like legal pad
smell: pineapple (it usually is)
taste: chocolate
mood: chill.
looking forward to: the mail in 1-3 days!
to avoid: high fructose corn syrup?
career choice: pianist
wishing: that i could play the piano
fear: alzheimers
craving: rest