I wonder if a bird has ever tried
to fly all the way up to the sky
zig zagging through clouds and
beating its wings until all it could see
was the friendly faces of the gods
in heaven
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Heartstrings
Do heartstrings exist
as violin chords
playing notes that we love,
tunes we adore,
or then the soft pound
of anger and might,
or then just the pound
of that thing they call life.
as violin chords
playing notes that we love,
tunes we adore,
or then the soft pound
of anger and might,
or then just the pound
of that thing they call life.
Wake Up
Wake up every morning and ask yourself...
I wish this was more of an ingenious letter
like the ones in movies, where you read it to somebody
and they fall back in love.
They just fall and forget,
fall and forget.
Forget all the lies,
forget that they cried.
forget it.
Everything was perfect and still is.
But it's not.
This letter isn't even perfect
cause you know I won't say
it.
I'm sorry... that's the easy part
cause I am and always will be.
Why?
I can't say it.
Why?
I can't.
I wish this was more of an ingenious letter
like the ones in movies, where you read it to somebody
and they fall back in love.
They just fall and forget,
fall and forget.
Forget all the lies,
forget that they cried.
forget it.
Everything was perfect and still is.
But it's not.
This letter isn't even perfect
cause you know I won't say
it.
I'm sorry... that's the easy part
cause I am and always will be.
Why?
I can't say it.
Why?
I can't.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Seventeen Forever
You won't be seventeen forever...
17 things I got away with while I was seventeen:
17 things I got away with while I was seventeen:
- Drinking with my friends at Christmas parties
- Wearing my best friend's Canada mitts for a whole night
- Eating a whole lasagna by myself
- Eating a whole cheesecake by myself
- Applying to 11 different universities
- Choosing 1 university
- Making a beautiful Valentines present
- Dancing by the speakers at every event I attended
- Making awful decisions and hurting my best friend
- Laughing at the most ridiculous things
- Moving away from my family
- Moving in with 2 new best friends
- Staying up all night finishing assignments
- Daring to bungee jump with my cousins
- Eating food from the cafeteria
- Putting up tacky Christmas decorations
- Taking time to reminisce
Maya Angelou
All that's currently going on in my life right now is school and sleep and reading. Reading is by far the most interesting right now... I took out a few Maya Angelou books from the library this past week and have been reading non-stop! "Conversations with Maya Angelou" is a collection of interviews that I'm currently reading and although somewhat repetitive, it's extremely insightful into her work process and overall beliefs:
"I've always had the feeling that life loves the liver of it. You must live it and life will be good to you, give you experiences. They may not all be that pleasant, but nobody promised you a rose garden. But more likely if you do dare, what you get are the marvelous returns."
It's time to live life... live life with courage...
"Courage is probably the most important of the virtues, because without courage you cannot practice any of the other virtues, you can't say against a murderous society, I oppose you murdering. You got to have courage to do so. I seem to have known that a long time and found great joy in it."
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
by Maya Angelou
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
by Maya Angelou
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