Dream Lake (Sound Poem)


Sweet dreams, while deep in sleep,
throughout the night through twinkling lights.
She made her way to see the lake,
to play the same games with her old school mate.
He had bright beautiful blue eyes,
Oh, how he loved to hide from her.
In green fields or in trash of peach peels,
in the treetops or the rooftops.
She could not find him, she could not see,
even though he buzzed and buzzed like a bee.

Under the Bed (Triggering Poem)


At the corner, sat a lavender box.
Photographs spilled over the rim.
A boy with freckles splattered across his cheeks
stared out of the picture with a wide grin.
The silver box springs under the bed,
all in all perfectly spaced,
were in the ready position
against the reddish rug they faced.
Strands of blonde and brown hair
were hung and danced in between.
The glittering dust seemed to sleep
sprinkling the realm as they dreamed.
The cream-colored sheet of spectators
surrounded and watched all around.
As the dime-sized long-legged spider,
descended gracefully to the carpeted ground,
Held only by a twinkling thread,
it commanded attention
by everything under the bed.

Someone I Will Meet

Music humming beneath my skin.
The sun's gentle push causes me to open my eyes,
as life blooms with fragrances of daytime dreams,
and pure love that lights up the night.
I wander with direction,
into the mind of someone I've never met,
so that one day we can learn to love with no regrets.
We'll fill each other's broken hearts,
turning us again into believers,
and you'll tell all your friends,
that you'll never leave her.

And I'll tell mine that your the one,
And so we'll kiss beneath the setting sun,
Til the melody of life and love is done.

A Sunday Morning.

Listening to "Too Close" by Alex Clare and drinking coffee at Starbuck's with my computer in front of me prompts me to update my blog instead of starting on my paper.

Yesterday, I finished writing in my sixteenth journal. Comparing this weekend to last weekend, I'm glad my mood is better. I think I was just having a moment of high stress. I just hate the fact that their are so many things in life that are out of our control that it makes me wonder if I have any free will at all. If it is my life, shouldn't I be the one controlling it and deciding what path I take? Yes, in life we do get some choices, but we can't necessarily choose the outcome. We are so restricted by things like money, the past, and society that it holds us back from actually living. Obviously, you can tell I have control issues (something I'm constantly working on). But sometimes when I'm going through the motions of the day, I catch myself and think, "Is this really something I want to be doing?". We always say live in the moment, but are we actually doing that? Each moment goes by and we dismiss it or we aren't aware of it; thus, if we aren't aware of it, are we really living? Maybe this is too abstract, but it's embedded into the back of my mind. Maybe, it's the "YOLO" craze lately that's infected my subconscious. I don't know. I just think too much.

And I should probably put my thinking to use for my paper (although it's certainly something I don't want to do).

Wishing you all a good Sunday!
-Miss M




Reason #9: Jars

This one may seem a bit weird, but I love jars. After using them for one day, they have made my life considerably easier; and it's those little things in life that we don't necessarily notice, but deserves some thanks (even if it is an inanimate object). Move over tupperware, jars have come to steal your thunder!

For breakfast I made overnight oats with strawberries and placed them in fridge along with a jar of coffee. When I woke up, I just quickly stuffed them in my backpack and went to class. Awesome for on the go. Now you're probably thinking, "Well, you can do that with tupperware." Yes, although that is true, I like the fact that I can make individual servings of liquids (such as coffee, tea, etc.) and grab them whenever I want them. Better yet, I can make them cold, and beat the heat. These 8oz on the go servings are perfect when I want them. Plus, drinking liquids from tupperware is silly, and my thermos is pretty clunky carrying it all day with Summer coming upon us; cold drinks are what I need.

And their are even more possibilities on the horizon, like yogurt parfaits, fruit salads, green smoothies, sweet/herbal teas, and etc!

You have to admit, eating/drinking out of a cute jar is just way better than tupperware :]

Trying to breathe.

It happened last night when I tried to fall asleep. The wave of stress fell upon me and sat on my chest, making it so hard to breathe. I tried tossing and turning, only to find that their is no escape, no matter which direction I turn.

Itching to tear this skin as it crushes me under the weight of all this pressure. Soon I will be a miniscule particle in the world that no one will ever miss.

What will my life amount to? How should it be measured? By these endless to-do lists? The breaths I take despite my emotional scars that deface me? By my incomplete thoughts, stories, and poems?

Ashamed by my behavior, yet unable to control it. A damaged complex.

I walk into a cafe, a place I have never been. French roast coffee for comfort as I sit with myself and tell her, "Breathe."
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