Saturday, September 12, 2015

The Face of September

We walk barefoot in September
The strange familiarity of the woods will always give me a sense of belonging
We set a flame
A fire
the earth we walk on
Smoke in the distant fog
Guiding us to our next destination
We grew up here
We grew near here
We belong here
Old flowers scattered across the attic floor
Once beautiful
Breathing the lives into summers past
The old guitar plays in the distance
I listen long
I listen with reverence
Playing that old song we used to swing to
Apple ale
Dying cigarettes still glowing on the ground
To that melancholic sound
We dance to remember
We dance to forget
When we are exhausted we sit down and cross our legs
Swaying to the beauty of it all

Saturday, August 8, 2015

The Face of August

I'm a romantic
An idealist
Yet a Cynic
And a Pessimist
Positive thoughts fly though my head
To be shot down by the rifle to stifle

I love surpassing people's expectations
Slowly achieving my goals and dreams
But I also hate that expectations
Means there's awaiting evaluations

I'm terrified to fail
I'm terrified to disappoint
These dreams are more like a burden at this point

Don't try to find the invisible wall I hide behind
You can't withstand the altitude of that climb
Walls are created for a reason
My heart will never be in open season

Intimate relationships start off well
So heavenly, before the slow decent to hell
False declarations of love
True applications of lust
For now, I'm truly the only person I care to trust

I'm neurotic
And mildly psychotic
Yet some people find this combination intoxicatingly hypnotic

So easily I can build a bridge
But I always carry gasoline
All things eventually come to an end
Either by time or catastrophe

I find refuge in solitude
Alone with myself and thoughts
But sometime a warm embrace can mean a lot

This was face one
Now we are done

Face Project

Lately I have been averaging an unreasonably low amount of sleep thanks to the never ending chaos that is my life. I haven't had the chance to write anything in a while, which is truly disheartening, because poetry, prose, scripts, short stories, you name it, anything that involves my mind creating and translating my ideas into a literary work, is one of the many things that give me solace.  So I decided that it would be interesting to write monthly poems about myself consecutively for the entire year. Every month, or I could even say everyday brings something new. Whether it's an entirely new experience, or curious change about the usual mundane ones, life keeps everyone on their toes. I plan to call the poems: The Face of along with the corresponding month. The first poem for August will  be The Face of August. I chose to title these series of poems as The Face of_, because they will be representing a small facet of myself, you could say, one of the many faces that I have. Personally, I think this is going to be really interesting to see the variation in emotions with each poem. I won't have a schedule of when I plan to write, like the start or the end of each month, it will more be going off inspiration and when I feel like writing, and that will be the Face for that month. I could feel sudden inspiration in the middle of a stressful storm like now, or after a nice date with someone, etc. I suppose in a way, this is almost like keeping a monthly poetic diary. I'm sure from re-reading some poems, I will know exactly why I wrote it the way I did.

To the people who happen to read this series:

If a poem strikes your curiosity, feel free to comment. The beautiful thing about writing is that it's open to many interpretations. I think it would be really fun and fascinating to see how someone else could interpret that month.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

The Girl Gang

So this morning I was reading an article on “curating the perfect girl gang” and for some reason I found this to be a bit absurd yet hilarious. When it comes to my own relationships in life, I am more of a let it happen naturally type of woman. I did ponder on the idea of who I would want, if in some alternate universe I could establish such a random group of women (fictional and real), and I thought It would fun to write who make the cut.

Morticia Addams 

The 1993 Anjelica Huston version of Morticia Addams from the Addams Family is one of the most flawless characters to date. I always found her dark allure so classic and charming. She is the independent gothic romantic French feminist vampire which is grounds enough for her to secure a spot. 

Lana Del Rey

She is classic, beautiful, and apologetically herself. Whether in her music, or in life she wears her heart on her sleeve. Opening herself up to such vulnerability constantly is something I truly admire. 

Mindy Kaling 

She is hilarious and lives her life like no one is watching. The funny thing is, she is the same on screen as she is off screen. She completely owns who she is, flaws included, and just runs with it.

Angelina Jolie

Angelina Jolie has just always seemed like one of those rare people in life that everyone loves, but still has no idea who they truly are. She always takes on these incredible roles with such depth and intense female lead roles that I have always found amazing. In her real life she has the biggest heart as well with the adoptions and traveling to impoverished places. 

Miranda Priestly

Merly Streep as Miranda is a cold and ambitious woman who has sacrificed having a life for her craft, something she loves, and truly believes in. 

Audrey Hepburn

When anyone thinks of a classic and Iconic beauty, Audrey Hepburn is the one that comes to mind. She had the charming awkward graceful thing going for her which I always found so delightful. In her real life she was even a philanthropist, and extremely humble.  

Blair Waldorf 

Although embarrassing to admit, Gossip Girl was one of my go to shows in my youth. I think what kept me so hooked, and constantly tuning in was the star of the show Blair Waldorf. She was cruel, ruthless, strategic, and incredibly intelligent. She possessed qualities I had, as well as wanted! Along with her constant scheming, and her flock of doting minions, deep down she was as vulnerable as the rest of us. I always loved the episodes displaying her inner fragility. In my own life, I like to display an organized and motivated facade, even when I am internally falling apart. Blair was strong, sophisticated, and on top of things constantly, and definitely would have a seat at my table for brunch.  

Olivia Pope

Kerry Washington’s character Oliva Pope in the television series Scandal is the last and final character I would need in my carefully curated girl group. She's a fixer, shes strong, intelligent, and always tries to do the right thing even when it tough. Along with all these admirable qualities, she has the perfect taste in wine, and treats popcorn like a food group just like me. With living in D.C. she knows all about the political machine that is Washington and the presidency, and I would love to rack her brain if I could.  

Monday, June 29, 2015

Intended for a Cup of Coffee

And when I realized you weren't my cup of tea
My heart did not take the hit softly
But later in life I realized
That I prefer coffee

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Thoughts for Today

Like I said, I eat pastries and drink coffee like clock work. There is nothing more enjoyable, than finding peace at the bottom of a cup. 
In the words of the great Matty Healy:

"Life's too short to drink crappy coffee, and cry over boys who don't care." 

Pure Reason is to No Avail

Pure reason is to no avail how I wish it did yet how I love thee so
Thy scent is of beguiling witch craft how it lingers how it taunts me
Broken, Beaten, and Battered down by thine love yet I stand up once more for thy's affliction
How my heart wants what it should not want
How my lips water for thy's forbidden fruit
I succumb to the temptation of plucking one sweet delight
The taste
The feel
Is that of unearthly kings
O how I revel in that bite savoring every moment
How I indulge myself in lustful pleasures losing breathe over such bliss
Yet thy fruit is not mine to keep
How you give away treasures so willingly
Thane eye's are those of a wandering wolf
Thine hunger is that of a ravenous beast
Whole body I throw to your allocation
Whole heart I give with zealous inclination
And how you take with greedy hands
No shame in sight of thine action
Thy ways are cruel and ones of self-seeking
Yet how quick I am to overlook
How quick I am to love thee so