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.