I want to open my mouth and tell this story, our story.
I want to tilt the world on its axis,
and drip sunlight through the openings of the gaping seas.
Our lives have intertwined like colors in a kaleidoscope.
Peer through the lens, find all the treasure that lies within us,
Discover the treasure that lies within you…
I wish I could feel like I’m worth something.
I wish I could sense God speaking to me.
I wish I could write poetry.
I wish I could laugh out loud in public.
I wish I could be happy with myself.
I wish I could wake up as someone beautiful.
I wish I could love you without letting you go…
Photo credit goes to my lovely cousin Kate Miller
After someone commits suicide, it’s typical to see people posting all about it on Facebook or Twitter, saying how much they loved/admired/cherished the person. But honestly, I think that maybe a large percentage of those p…eople acted as if he/she were already dead, when in fact he/she was alive. So here’s an idea for all of us, including myself… Let’s love one another. Let’s show other people that they MATTER to us, because they matter to God. Make sure that your friends realize that you would be devastated if something ever happened to them. No, we can’t save the world… But sometimes I think “the world” starts with a single life. Yes, sometimes things are out of our control… But more often than not, we really CAN make a difference. Let’s try it.
Sorry I don’t know how to make the photo any bigger. Re-blog, if you wish.
Much love.
So, I found this gem of a photo on Pinterest today. I wanted to share it, because it brought me some joy. (And no, I don’t understand it, either…)
Enjoy.
Bread cat?
The name forms on your lips and it’s seemingly an eternity before I can actually hear it,
Ana–
Ana–
Ana–
(How come you make it sound pretty?)
(As if it were something beautiful, feminine, exotic.)
Finally, gradually,
p a i n s t a k i n g l y
the name is out,
(having scratched it’s way through your vocal chords and into stagnant air).
Now, I can’t help imagining my heart as frail,
hollowed-out glass
bold,
red
(the brilliance of blood on white satin ribbon).
Ana–
Ana–
Ana–
And I want to raise a hand in rudeness,
to interrupt before I hear the full name.
(The glass heart tip begins to crumble.)
(You pose a chisel in the center of it’s surface.)
You pose a chisel with your black-and-white word,
bloodied ink.
Ana–
Ana–
No more.
I’m off for the winter break. Alas, the madness is over for now (or so I hope.)
These past three weeks have been ridiculous. For awhile there, I believed that it was the beginning of my crack-up. But no, it’s not quite time for that, yet.
So, here I am, writing a new post. Yay.
…But for real, yay. I should be happy because I have been given a new day, oxygen to breathe, a heart that beats, all of my limbs, a bed that I’m sitting on at the moment, a roof over my head.
It’s a good day.
So, I’m not going to complain about the madness of these past few weeks. In the eloquent words of Anne Frank, “I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.” (I found that quote yesterday and loved it. Anne Frank amazes me…)
(Disclaimer: I am in no way comparing my life struggles to Anne Frank’s. I just like the quote.)
Anyway, it’s winter break and finals are over, so I have more spare time! I have a couple of art projects that I need to work on. One in particular is my Sylvia Plath drawing. I’m almost done with it and I’ll probably post a photo when it’s complete.
I’ve just started work on a new writing project, too. It’s basically Camille’s back story. (Camille is one of my two characters in my attempted one-act that I wrote last spring.) Wish me luck with that… (I hope I didn’t just jinx myself by blogging about it.) Anyway, if anyone is remotely interested, maybe I could post an excerpt from the story, one day? All you have to do is ask.
Well, I suppose I will conclude this with another quote from the incredible Anne Frank:
“I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.”
(Gotta love Anne Frank…)
