Friday, December 24, 2010

Its Christmas Time in the City

MERRY CHRISTMAS. Unto us a child is born, a Son is given to redeem us from the wages of sin and give us abundant life! Woopie!!!

So two nights ago, I got an idea for a poem that has nothing to do with the season. I've been slacking on writing it, but I'm gonna make it my Christmas gift to myself. Enjoy:

Philippians 1:6

I am not an easy read
A compilation of short stories
A semi-predictable, semi-suspenseful tale in chronological order 
Light reading
For beginner and intermediate level readers 
Or a part-time hobby
I am a Time magazine type bestseller
A New York Post 5-star rated type work of art
I am for the ones who cherish relics
The ones who see such literature and marvel and
The ones who cannot put a masterpiece down until they have soaked in
Cover to cover and 
Written enough notes to fill seven volumes
I am not an easy read
So if you look at the back cover you will not understand anything inside me
Truly, there is nothing worth knowing that the title gives away
Such a book needs to be re-re-read 
And such pages need delicate handling because their readers 
Will know that this book needs to be kept forever for children's grandchildren to ponder
Not on the top of a shelf but beside a bedside lamp 
An entrepreneur's paperwork and a lawyer's briefs
On a coffee table
On a painter's canvas 
On the boat mast in the middle of the Atlantic
And if mastery is unintended, it might as well not be picked up
If you do not understand the book as a whole
How can you possibly understand any segments of it?
I am not uncomplicated by any means 
There is strategy and specificity to mind-boggling levels in my inscribing
And there is no telling what you will see if your eyes are opened

But if you know anything at all about art forms,
You know that you can never fully understand the work
Without first getting intimately acquainted with her Author.

Monday, November 29, 2010

Writer's Block?! No!

I'm writing papers, finishing applications and I have three more weeks of school left before Christmas break. I'm really going to miss everybody, but its only for three weeks. And its in New York :-) 
This has been a great semester, probably my best so far. Stress-free and so excited about life its ridiculous. God really is like the center of all joy. I pray that everyone reading this gets to experience Him in a deep way. 

I have some quotes from three poems I loved this month, but before that I had an interesting dream last night that I want to share with the world!

Friday, November 12, 2010

My Friend's Poem for my 20th Birthday :)

I love you O!
And thats fo sho!
You make me smile,
for quite a while!
When I'm with you,
I'm no longer blue!
I just want to say,
That its YOUR DAY!
You're cooler than a opossum,

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Broken Down

He beat her
With sticks and stones with talk with thought manipulation
He beat her senseless day and night
Jaded and humiliated by life since childhood he buried all his problems until he found someone
Then he thought let me make my pent-up hate and all the ugly that has been done to me into a baseball bat
The heaviness of the past is creeping into my soul and frankly it has to go
So he beat her
With sticks and stones with talk with thought manipulation
And he was in love with everything she represented
She was his godliness, his purity, his light in the darkness
And that she loved him,
That she stayed and loved him, meant he was something worthy of an angel's grief
That she was hurt more for him than for her when he beat her senseless day and night
Meant he was not necessarily to blame
And so to the world she was his trophy and to him
She had a trophy in him because after all, she stayed
He was so high and so low all the time because everything was broken inside
And she took his confusion for complexity and his desperation for love so she figured she'd stay to figure him out
She would figure him out and save him
She hid redemption from him by offering hers
His sticks and stones his talk his thought manipulation
She didn't need all that to be beaten, she had struck her own self down by assuming the role of the Savior
Is it not written that His role was to die?
Save him she must but save him she couldn't because she herself was speckled in flaws
A generous, but impure sacrifice
And it never occurred to her that maybe she couldn't carry his burdens if she needed someone to carry hers
And even though she had decided to be immortal she was still just a young woman with a growing mind
So with each stick and each stone her mind was wounded and deformed
Into thinking that maybe she was a little less
And when she began to see how dark he really was
She began to think that if darkness would beat her senseless day and night then she must be much much less
And he saw that he was destroying his light but he couldn't stop.
Because maybe they could finally be on the same level - She in her purity, and him just like her!
He was in love with everything that she represented
And she had a severe case of savior-complex
And so they beat each other with shards of broken love
They beat each other senseless
Day and Night

Sunday, November 7, 2010

Take It To Church

What I learned today:

-God wants us to show mercy. 
-Love not some, but all of your neighbors. 
-Be broken hearted for the lost instead of disgusted with them. 
-Getting angry and pointing fingers is the natural response of the flesh, the natural response of the Spirit is to grieve before God for the wrong doer. Spirit trumps flesh.
-Condemnation and criticism are easy, PRAYING for those people is hard and it is what we are supposed to do. 

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

A Poem For A Friend


Yvette… Is Intense
As far as the world goes she is like a globe
Two continents for imagination, a continent for blackness, an ocean for charisma
A mountain for faith, a desert for secret fears
Yvette… Is a Hybrid
Fusion of sentiments, an anthology of colorful words,

Friday, October 22, 2010

Chai Tea + Brownies = Epipahny

I just went to the neighborhood coffee shop with a friend and I had a mini epiphany (this particular friend is the source of most of my epiphanies). As we discussed the nature of God and His heart, I began to realize that we affect the way He feels. Just like our worship brings Him joy, our sin must bring Him sadness. Since when you really love someone you want to make them happy not sad it makes sense that scripture says in 1st John: 

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Poems of the Week

Denise Levertov - Epilogue

I thought I had found a magic swan
but it was a migrating snowgoose.
I thought I was linked invisibly to another's life
but I found myself more alone with him than without him
I thought I had found a fire

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Growing Pains?

I wrote this about what it felt like to be growing up. Now I don't really care about achieving ultimate maturity anymore and I've come to the conclusion that I'm going to be growing and changing forever. I still like it though. PostScript. It is not right to steal people's poems so don't do it. But if you do, let me know in an anonymous message. I might be flattered and forgive...

Wednesday, September 29, 2010


Today in class we talked about Eugenics. Eugenics is the 'science' of being well-born. I.E. Eugenics focuses on letting families that are considered fitter in terms of morals and mental abilities have more kids and STOPPING people that are not fit from reproducing altogether.
The idea was apparently from Francis Galton (leader in forensic stuff and Darwin’s cousin, go figure) in Britain. People thought it sounded great to clean up the race, including notable big shots like George Bernard Shaw and Winston Churchill but Brit Parliament (this is in the 1900s) did not agree to enforce it and it never got state funding.
The ideas spread to the US and it was the best thing since whatever bread they were eating at the time.

Rambles and a Poem

So I started playing the guitar in August. Decided that it was about time I learned how to play an instrument and I love it! I only know a couple of chords, but my teachers are telling me I'm doing well :) On guitars, playing the barre chords is one of the most horrible things in the world. I can never get my finger to press down on the very last string hard enough so it always has this clangy sound. One day at a time though, I hope I don't give up before I get it. I tend to give up things that don't come naturally to me because I hate the idea of being bad at something. Its a pretty difficult place to come out of, which is weird because usually I can change my mindset like the weather.

Monday, August 16, 2010

A series of firsts

I've been thinking about starting a blog for about a year now and was too lazy to get it going until this summer. So this is my first post for my first blog and I'm as excited as all the first graders about to start school, no seriously, this is epic! Since its my first post I thought I'd yap about another notable first I've had this summer. Summer 2010 has been an extreme roller-coaster in my life. I honestly think I should change my name now, or at least change my name on Facebook because I can barely recognize myself! Life went from a big confusing mess last semester to the greatest it has ever been ever ever ever. In June