January 2010
8 posts
something I wrote for my literacy class..
I am from clean paved roads, from Starbucks lattes and organic vegetables.
I am from the warm and cozy yet sheltered life of Scottsdale, Arizona.
I am from the cactus, desert sunsets and hot sweltering weather of the valley sunshine.
I am from the long Sunday lunches filled with salad and laughter, jazz music and pool time chaos.
I am from the Jon, and the Joan, the Josh and the Joel. All...
Well I made my way back down to the valley Right on past 83rd street That’s where we once belonged But I’m gone I swear I’m long gone So give it up, throw your hats in the air And change just as they land, you’re saying “We’ll get out of here” Something tells me that you’re too scared to go So the stairs that you could climb Are the ones you’ve left behind And your eyes...
the sun went down for that.
I’m in the Archipelago and I’m waiting to arrive. I’m in the Archipelago and I know I’m still alive. You finally told me where you had been thinking for so long. And it breaks my heart wide open but I know that I’ll be stronger next time. So goodbye my love, I’ll miss it when it’s gone. Goodbye my love, the ship is shipping on. Goodbye my love, I’ll...
September 2009
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July 2009
2 posts
i dont know. i am not a writer. or an intellect. im just me. and i am under-reacting, again. i always imagine how moments will be before they happen, how i will feel when she gets off the plane, when he yells at me again, another temper tantrum, another fist bump. but when the actual event occurs, its not as big as i imagined in my head.
is that why i am not crying right now?
