Poetry Cafe - Flavor of the Day: Crossroad Lovers/Photos of life and random shiiizzz

Far beyond the mountaintops

Is where my home did lie

Past the far-stretched fields of green

Where airplanes often fly

All I have

Is on my back

Adventure in my heart

Little did I know that night

I'd find my missing part

You watched me from the windows

As I danced across the clouds

I stole a few shy glances but

To love was not allowed.

Sixty-odd young minds

All ripe with winsome glee

Did board a bus that afternoon,

Among them, you and me

Across the golden highways

Into the setting sun

We talked the endless hours away

As homebound wheels did run

It grew colder with every mile

We grew further as the sun was rising

And when we reached the horizon line

Our spark had all but died

So I swore that I'd forget you

I promised I'd go back

And pretend that what had happened

Had been nothing but the past

But somehow you did find me

And I'm glad I was willingly seeked

For our bud of love soon blossomed

As a lovely flower at peak

~by Me

I usually don't put anything else in the Poetry Cafe posts, but I figured I'd post some pictures of my recent life:

Kayla had some pink sparkly nail polish so in advisory class I stole it and painted my left hand.

JUST MY LEFT HAND.

Chemistry is boring except for when we make concoctions like this

(I know I'm always posting pictures of chem class, it's the only class I ever take my camera out for some reason. Probably cause I have it with so many neat chicas)

We went to Evan's the other day and decided to bake a ginormous batch of chocolate chip cookies. I don't really know what Sam is about to do to Maddie and frankly I'd rather not find out.

Ev and Sam....no idea what they're laughing about

Evan's sister Alannah got home so, naturally, we had to invade her room and start taking pictures

Still putting off my AP homework. And I'm sure I will be 'til 6 tonight.

Gotta stay consistent right?

Also, ever since Invasion of the Road Weenies I've been thoroughly obsessed with David Lubar's collections of strange, horrific, and downright hilarious tales. I just finished this one:

I would highly recommend them.

Poetry Cafe - Flavor of the Day: Coconut Kisses

Awakened by peppermint roses

With sparkling lemondrop dew

Bathing in watermelon sunrise

And a coconut kiss or two

Mother gently rises

From her bed of strawberry seeds

Humming a tune of vanilla

In a dress of cinnamon reeds

She drapes us in daffodil petals

Wraps juniper sprigs in our hair

Feeds us bowls of sugarmilk pudding

Gives coconut kisses with care

We pack up our silver leaf satchels

Prepare for the journey ahead

Take one last look at the sweet blossom trees

At our mother with cheeks rosy red

She let us bloom into flowers

Now sets us into the free

But not without her honey-filled heart

And a coconut kiss just for me

~by Me

Poetry Cafe - Flavor of the Day: Somewhere Else

Imagine yourself somewhere else

Among whistling birds and cocoa shells

The place where all things good are true

Where sun shines bright each day anew

This land where Heaven's kiss does reach

With walls that evil cannot breach

The winds of love do blow by night

Whispering tunes so pure and light

On golden wings your soul will fly

For wings of gold will never die

All thoughts of doubt are sure to melt

When you imagine yourself somewhere else

~By Me

Dear Goddess of Wisdom Please Tell Charlie To Write

So the funny thing is that despite all this hype about making New Year's resolutions (and keeping them), I haven't been able to keep one simple promise to myself. My mind is a storage closet of various energy and random clumps of thoughts, and if I don't have a means of expressing them then I'm, to put it simply, DOOMED. My dream to become a successful writer looms in the distance like the North Star and I ever so slowly sail my ship toward it. Did I mention that the ship is glittery and adorned with bows? But enough of that, my point is that I need to follow my own advice and write one poem a day every day. I've come to admire the complex simplicity that exists within the haiku style of poetry. 5-7-5. Is that so hard to do, Charlie? Perhaps you should do one right this very minute to remind yourself.

Charlie roams astray

Forgetting things so simple

Like writing haiku

Well now, two birds with one stone. I've fulfilled my requirement for today. Now only a lifetime more to go.....