56.

some summer poetry.

1.Mother's Love

Thunder crash lightning flash, awakening the earth to accept
mother's sweet nectar.
Drink. Drink children, drink it all up
grow greener, taller, stronger; take this loving gift.
Rise up and suckle partake in mother's present,
for soon she may grow violent and dry up for you.
you are unappreciative in nature.
what do you gift loving mother with?
your luscious looks, your procreation?
she does not want this, just your love, in return.

2.(untitled)
Faded shades never looked so vibrant.
your lackluster attitude screams,
I don't give a shit!
but the way your grey eyes shift tell another tale.
Lanky and fluid you pour yourself into your chair,
fifteen minuets late, but for you..
no penalty.

3.drop dance.
I watch as you slide
glide, ride, drip down the window
dance of the raindrop.

H.

55.

Why are you haunting me?
I dreamed of you again tonight, and the universe just keeps trying to
push me back into your arms, though I know they will not be open, at
least not for me. never again will I know what it's like to lie beside
you as you sleep your twitchy slumber, and never again will I wake up
with another that loves a good icarly marathon half as much as myself.
so then why universe why do you send me memories and dreams forcing me
to write the asinine poems as my only means of emission.
is it because you, universe, have plans for my self that I am yet to learn,
or are you really as cruel as others have led me to believe.

H.

54.

Like Goldie Locks I search I try to find the piece that's missing,
this one's too tall, that one too thin, this one too fat
will I ever again find one that seems just right?
for now I am surviving, just missing a piece it's not just one
though it many, a collection of pieces.
I miss so much and feel empty so often.
the weight of your arm draped round in the night, messages of
silliness just to induce a smile in a bum day,
the scent after you shower; steam, evergreen, a something that was
purely you.
I continue my search and do not lose hope that one day I will feel
whole with a new weight holding fast and a new scent to find comfort in.

H.

53.

Another semester comes to a close and I am one step away from
a piece of paper claiming that the information shoved
at me in the past 5 years is worth X amount of dollars.
thinking about this though.... I honestly feel like If I didn't
NEED that piece of paper to be able to get a job that I would
have skipped college all together. For the most part I have
known what I wanted to do in life since I was 14 and these
past years, I haven't even done any work towards that goal,
so really what was the point? I have always wanted to write,
and I have always written, and yet five years of college
and my writing has not changed, I still have no idea how to
write pieces that are grammatically correct (though many prof. have tried to help and for that and I am truly thankful). I have been so busy studying
for exams on war stricken countries, angles of triangles, and how many bones are in the Human body, that I never get to work on my writing. In ten years will I really need to know how to use the so and so's triangle to figure out how many ways the smith's can have 6 boys and 4 girls? Will I need to name all the bones in the human hand? I just want to write! I am looking forward to this summer, I hope to actually make a dent in a story that I have attempted to start on numerous occasions. I fear I will never succeed in getting this idea on paper(or rather, screen), since graduation is looming in December and from there I'm sure a mindless job to pay the bills, and I'm scared, scared that never will I meet my goal of wanting to be a writer, because something else will always be in the way of me and my words.

H.

52.

No more poetry, (at least for a little while), but blogging has become somewhat therapeutic for me so I am going to try my hardest to continue even if it is just a short post like tonight.

After two of three amazing performances of SATA we decided to have a scavenger hunt
around campus. It's funny how things like this can bring you closer to people you would never think you had a connection to. I am so filled with love for my cast, this is most likely my last time on a stage and I feel so overwhelmed each time I step onto the stage, and even more so when the scene I wrote is on stage. Having yourself and your work out on display like that is such an adrenalin rush I will truly miss it in years to come, as will I miss the relationship you create with cast members, I mean you have to be pretty close to be sharing a dressing room slightly larger than the average closet with 28 other people. Tomorrow, or rather tonight, as it is currently 5am here is closing night and I think I will actually be drastically affected by the close of this show. Normally the cast is made up of people I already consider friends, but this year there are so many new faces with so many stories to share I just can't imagine leaving this environment. OK, maybe this wasn't such a short post after all I just have so much floating around in my mind and I am happy to have a place to share it even if it is only being shared with myself in the future when I come back to read these blogs again.
Good night Thespis, god of the theaters, please grace us with your blessing on our closing night and provide us with an audience to laugh, cry and clap along.

H.

51.

Napowrimo post 30.


A month filled with words, line breaks and meter
adventure and lessons learned while drinking
way too much coffee.
I will miss you Napowrimo
you have annoyed and overjoyed me,
you have taught me things about myself
I will never forget and
gave me a month chronicled in interweb space
to display my mind through lyrical verse.
thank you napowrimo, for all you have done.

And I think I shall return again, to this space
after years pass, and look at who I was
what I wrote, what I said and who I became
and for this I am truly grateful.

H.