"Niara has been an independent child since she was very young. I remember when she was around two or three years old. She was sitting in the hallway and I asked if she was OK and she said that she just wanted to be alone. What toddler states that they just want to be alone? But alone she sat and it seems that life has just fast forwarded since then."
- My mother
nar·whal also nar·wal (närwl) or nar·whale (-hwl, -wl) n. An Arctic whale (Monodon monoceros) that has a spotted pelt and is characterized in the male by a long spirally twisted ivory tusk projecting from the left side of its head. [Norwegian or Danish narhval, from Old Norse nhvalr : nr, corpse (from its whitish color) + hvalr, whale.]
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
#40 Two-Thirds Finished Poem
Part 1:
The sky is falling
One long lingering gaze turned into an action
An explosion, a spray of star dust
The sun had been stationary
For what seemed like eons to the solar system
But the sun was making it's move
Launched forward by light years of longing
The sun has fallen in love with the earth
Part 3:
The ocean, she
Evaporated, rose, boiled, heated
Lit up in a fantastic array of light and fire and steam
bottomless sea mingling with endless star
She is moving, he is closing in
She is finally breathing
He is finally close
And they are dying
But it's the only time they feel alive
Consumed by a cosmic kiss
The earth is gone
But she is fire
And he is fire
And they are happy
The sky is falling
One long lingering gaze turned into an action
An explosion, a spray of star dust
The sun had been stationary
For what seemed like eons to the solar system
But the sun was making it's move
Launched forward by light years of longing
The sun has fallen in love with the earth
Part 3:
The ocean, she
Evaporated, rose, boiled, heated
Lit up in a fantastic array of light and fire and steam
bottomless sea mingling with endless star
She is moving, he is closing in
She is finally breathing
He is finally close
And they are dying
But it's the only time they feel alive
Consumed by a cosmic kiss
The earth is gone
But she is fire
And he is fire
And they are happy
#39 Cloudy
The breeze's soft hand brushes my hair back
As the green fingers tickle the side of my face
Tranquility is today's middle name, time is its last
And I have more than enough of both.
I am soft and silent and serene
And in love with this cloudy day.
There is no sun to warm me
And no sun shine dancing on my eyelids
And yet I am afloat
And so high I can reach out and touch them.
As the green fingers tickle the side of my face
Tranquility is today's middle name, time is its last
And I have more than enough of both.
I am soft and silent and serene
And in love with this cloudy day.
There is no sun to warm me
And no sun shine dancing on my eyelids
And yet I am afloat
And so high I can reach out and touch them.
#38 Nonsense
Happy, smiling, frowny faces
Pushing, kicking, screaming, scared
I am in an ice hot prison
You are hiding under stairs
Keep me in the poppy field
I can always learn to bake
Sky's tumble, air crumbles
Head, throat, stomachache
Don't! Please! Let me fall
I already question cat
Fight pie learn gut
Love me with a baseball bat
My mind is full notebook doodles.
Pushing, kicking, screaming, scared
I am in an ice hot prison
You are hiding under stairs
Keep me in the poppy field
I can always learn to bake
Sky's tumble, air crumbles
Head, throat, stomachache
Don't! Please! Let me fall
I already question cat
Fight pie learn gut
Love me with a baseball bat
My mind is full notebook doodles.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
#37 Emptying the Side Pocket of My Book Bag
- my cellphone
- my iPad charger
- my history homework about constitutional compromises
- my pocket constitution
- a Blueberry Bliss Luna Bar
- two green pencils, one orange pencil, one pink pencil, one blue pencil, one black pencil, and one red pencil
- berry flavored lip balm
- my student ID
- Collassal Volume! mascara
- a sweet tart candy wrapper
- cherry Carmex
- one Bobby pin
- ten cents
- spice jar full of sugar
- TI 84 Plus calculator
- my iPad charger
- my history homework about constitutional compromises
- my pocket constitution
- a Blueberry Bliss Luna Bar
- two green pencils, one orange pencil, one pink pencil, one blue pencil, one black pencil, and one red pencil
- berry flavored lip balm
- my student ID
- Collassal Volume! mascara
- a sweet tart candy wrapper
- cherry Carmex
- one Bobby pin
- ten cents
- spice jar full of sugar
- TI 84 Plus calculator
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