Monthly Archives: January 2013

I claim to be perfect…


I claim to be perfect, well at least inside of my head

But I fear my mind is a scary place, always questioning

It’s a visionary’s dream, or a lover’s death

It’s exhausting to be constantly trying to maintain a feeling of knowing

What is truth? I still don’t know

I always give in to the gravity of my thoughts

They travel down to deep, dark graves

Underground condominiums built up of my past

There’s this constant buzzing, a nagging in my ears

I am never allowed any moments of silence

This state of annoyance building up my trepidation

Unnerving the glow of energy I’m building within¬†



I am grateful for surprise moments of relaxation and writing. ‚̧




The echoing descant translates the harmony into my head

Making this treasured bundle of maternal comfort feel suddenly foreign

I’m always shocked as the explosion of emotion sets in

It’s as if my self is attached to the breath of the world through music

Every chord amplifies the ringing pitch of each string

The reverberating hum gets louder as the fingers connect with a whispering touch

Euphoria sets in as I can feel it flowing through me

Imprinting, now paving the neuro path to concrete memories

Eloquently playing, as might a painter if,

IF he could hear the shapes and the colors he entertains

Strokes of rainbow symphonies that fan out and fade

An orchestral picture perfect love song exhibit

I am grateful for the G chord….everything goes with the G chord. ‚̧

A Confession


Two screws attach the plate to the wall

The industrial piece of plastic that holds in the switch

A border between the hollow boards of wires

An icon by the door of every modern regulator of the night


What does it cost to facilitate the irrationality?

Is it damaging to not think of it at all?

It’s only a single moment but it effects the very core of me

It’s such a dangerous game to play when there are no rules anymore


An awareness of expectancy guides my train of thought

An Amtrak full of people feeling lost and abandoned

But even they enjoy the sickly shade of streetlamp yellow

This is a confession of what makes me afraid




I am grateful for the internet and the expanse of knowledge that can come with it. ¬†‚̧

One inspiring thought offered to another…





I can’t tell you how many times I log in to my WordPress account on a daily basis, it’s a little¬†ridiculous.¬†So when I checked my phone today during work (I’m a vet assistant), I would lie if I said that I didn’t do a little happy dance in the middle of our hospital. I WON something yay! What a great day ūüôā¬†

I offer a very heartfelt THANK YOU to TUTTACRONACA. Cheers! 



Please check out the following fellow bloggers! Although it’s hard to choose only 15 of my favorite blogs, I do find myself frequenting these often:

1. Words of Birds

2. The Better Man Project

3. Bucket List Publications

4. Daily Echo

5. 400 Days ’til 40

6. Mysteriously Quiet

7. Duck? Starfish? but…23


9. Sick with Poetry.

10. I Have Seen God

11. Retcon Poet

12. The Jiggly Bits

13. Understanding Weakness

14. Shannon A. Thompson

15. bottledworder


7 Things:

1. I wanted to be a meteorologist or more importantly, a storm chaser.

2. I played quad drums in marching band in high school.

3. J.R.R. Tolkien and Jane Austen share the tied spot as my favorite authors (Mark Twain is a close second though).

4. Collectively, I have two dogs (Wolvsly and Penelope) and a cat, who acts more like a dog (Sambuca). 

5. I have red hair.

6. I’m an evolving geeky girl that’s still growing up.

7. ¬†I’m an explorer.

The rules : 
1. Copy the award and place in your post.
2. Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog.
3. Tell 7 things about yourself.
4. Nominate 15 fellow bloggers for the award, tell them by posting a comment on their blogs.




It’s the pen, it’s the paper
This psychotic manipulation that I can’t handle
So many questions revolving around what has been done
Why can’t we just focus on now?

I live each distraction as a piece of the puzzle
The memories intertwining together
I lack focus, I guess I’ve said that
These lines are just so intimidating

I’m like the bored viewer of a long movie
I can’t interact, I can’t leave
This is the nightmare that keeps me asleep
My conscience is filled and overflowing

Fast moving screenshots and undisclosed dialogue
The hazy fog destroying my reality
Addictions swirl through the firings in my head
It’s just too much for me to admit

I am grateful for Penelope. ‚̧






In a state of disbelief do I do nothing at all

Let’s take a trip on Jefferson’s Airplane to recall

Too many memories that we now find similar to our own

And who could blame us for bringing down the wall?

How many battles can we lose before we have another Revolution?

We may be a younger generation but we can still fight for the cause


If you don’t believe me, let Crosby enlighten you of Woodstock

Where peace and love were enough to testify of what’s right and what’s wrong

If we choose to let them ignore us, how can we grow?

I am not a single person but a figure of us all

Go ask Grace, how she now paints to capture the world

And if you didn’t think these things then, it’s no wonder you can’t now


If we decide to choose, we can fight with our hearts full of love

Mother Earth is crying but her children keep robbing her of it all

And if you think it’s better to sit on your hands and forget

Come with us and we will gladly show you to some encouragement!

We’re sick of the greedy monkeys who keep tainting our lands and waters

We’re sick of poverty, disease and that our education has gone to slaughter

Now we’re giving you a warning, however, peacefully we offer

The time has come to remember the ones who stood up for all of you cowards


It’s time for a revolution, again

We CAN fight this growing state of desperation

We have a few teachers left who still preach about the cause

So, it’s time to remember the past and stand up for what we want

We can rewrite our destiny with a little bit of courage

They cannot forget about us if we can assemble our chorus

We can sing about love until they ask for more

We will show them that we won’t go away until we know that we’ve been heard




I am grateful for instrumentals that provide ceaseless hours of non-quietness. Currently listening to Lindsey Stirling, which is pretty fantastic writing music! ‚̧