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PaperMate
The ball point strokes the page,
Leaving ebony traces of passion,
Creating messy ringlets-- y’s and g’s-- around Her face.
Black ink kisses paper.
Each letter touches, tastes each line
As substance saturates the page.
What is paper without its pen?
Nothing but a sheet of stories untold--
Children unborn. -
Villanelle
I’m feeling so restless ( Read more... ) -
The World Literature Exam
was not hard. -
Justin is home
Justin got home from the Philippines yesterday. He came over and we cuddled, of course. It was nice to finally see him. I missed him a lot, and I already miss him again. It's good to know he's back home. I can be myself again. -
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I don't feel like I'm as good as I could be when it comes to my photography. I'm going to dedicate more time to it, I think. I'm going to dedicate more time to photography, reading, writing, and just being. I'm in the middle of shaping myself, and I want to know I come out right ( Read more... ) -
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Senior year and life in general is really getting to me. This morning, I had a free period with Maija. We sat and we talked about how we felt, yadda yadda yadda. Stressed, hopeless, restless, etc. We both cried a little.
I'm coming to the conclusion that living is hard.
I used to think it was the easiest thing you could do. -
Advanced Placement.
I'm sorry, Shakespeare; I'm sorry, sonnet.
I didn't mean to misinterpret
the beauty you have to offer,
the rhythm, the rhyme,
your endless genius.
I'm just not up to par,
so I'm sorry, Shakespeare; I'm sorry, sonnet. -
Existentialism?
there is no future, no tomorrow ( Read more... ) -
Literature
Everyone says read, read, read.
No one is telling our kids to write.
If everyone stopped writing,
We’d run out of things to read. -
Tattoo
Needle tip-taps on skin
With a little pain and passion.
Ink swims in and around
And something new is found within.
Now an image starts to form
Blotchy and light at first
But once the ink is settled
The message becomes clear.