Thursday, June 17, 2010

I now have a Tumblr!
Take a look and follow, as I'll probably be using that a lot more than this sorry!

Friday, June 11, 2010

To my best friend:
I really do love you.
I guess it's not really the space I need, 
just for things to be back how they were before.
Think of this as something kinda like that five minute fall out 
we had in the middle of the night in Christchurch that 
one time when we were eight.
I do love you. We're okay.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Monday, June 7, 2010

Had a fantastic night at my school ball on Saturday! Was a lot of fun, and everyone looked sweeet.
Here's a few photos. (:

Saturday, June 5, 2010

my stomach is twisting and turning
packed full of butterflies
i wonder what thoughts will be running through your mind 
when you first see me tonight?

Friday, June 4, 2010

under my skin
at my waist
the sun’s golden chamomile glows with enervated rays
when you come close to me

snow and dirty rain by richard siken


Close your eyes. A lover is standing too close
to focus on. Leave me blurry and fall toward me
with your entire body. Lie under the covers, pretending
to sleep, while I’m in the other room. Imagine
my legs crossed, my hair combed, the shine of my boots
in the slatted light. I’m thinking My plant, his chair,
the ashtray that we bought together.
I’m thinking This is where
we live.
When we were little we made houses out of
cardboard boxes. We can do anything. It’s not because
our hearts are large, they’re not, it’s what we
struggle with. The attempt to say Come over. Bring
your friends. It’s a potluck, I’m making pork chops, I’m making
those long noodles you love so much.
My dragonfly,
my black-eyed fire, the knives in the kitchen are singing
for blood, but we are the crossroads, my little outlaw,
and this is the map of my heart, the landscape
after cruelty which is, of course, a garden, which is
a tenderness, which is a room, a lover saying Hold me
tight, it’s getting cold.
We have not touched the stars,
nor are we forgiven, which brings us back
to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes,
not from the absence of violence, but despite
the abundance of it. The lawn drowned, the sky on fire,
the gold light falling backward through the glass
of every room. I’ll give you my heart to make a place
for it to happen, evidence of a love that transcends hunger.
Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars
for you? That I would take you there? The splash
of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube? We’ve read
the back of the book, we know what’s going to happen.
The fields burned, the land destroyed, the lovers left
broken in the brown dirt. And then it’s gone.
Makes you sad. All your friends are gone. Goodbye
Goodbye. No more tears. I would like to meet you all
in Heaven. But there’s a litany of dreams that happens
somewhere in the middle. Moonlight spilling
on the bathroom floor. A page of the book where we
transcend the story of our lives, past the taco stands
and record stores. Moonlight making crosses
on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.
We have been very brave, we have wanted to know
the worst, wanted the curtain to be lifted from our eyes.
This dream going on with all of us in it. Penciling in
the bighearted slob. Penciling in his outstretched arms.
Our father who art in Heaven. Our father who art buried
in the yard.
Someone is digging your grave right now.
Someone is drawing a bath to wash you clean, he said,
so think of the wind, so happy, so warm. It’s a fairy tale,
the story underneath the story, sliding down the polished
halls, lightning here and gone. We make these
ridiculous idols so we can to what’s behind them,
but what happens after we get up the ladder?
Do we simply stare at what’s horrible and forgive it?
Here is the river, and here is the box, and here are
the monsters we put in the box to test our strength
against. Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here’s
the desire to put it inside us, and then the question
behind every question: What happens next?The way you slam your body into mine reminds me
I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling,
and they’re only a few steps behind you, finding
the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren’t
stitched up quite right, the place they could almost
slip right into through if the skin wasn’t trying to
keep them out, to keep them here, on the other side
of the theater where the curtain keeps rising.
I crawled out the window and ran into the woods.
I had to make up all the words myself. The way
they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed
through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled
around for a while, and stumbled back out. I made
this place for you. A place for to love me.
If this isn’t a kingdom then I don’t know what is.
So how would you catalog it? Dawn in the fields?
Snow and dirty rain? Light brought in in buckets?
I was trying to describe the kingdom, but the letters
kept smudging as I wrote them: the hunter’s heart,
the hunter’s mouth, the trees and the trees and the
space between the trees, swimming in gold. The words
frozen. The creatures frozen. The plum sauce
leaking out of the bag. Explaining will get us nowhere.
I was away, I don’t know where, lying on the floor,
pretending I was dead. I wanted to hurt you
but the victory is that I could not stomach it. We have
swallowed him up,
they said. It’s beautiful. It really is.I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room
where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said Tell me about your books, your visions made
of flesh and light
and I said This is the Moon. This is
the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you
there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar
cube…
We were in the gold room where everyone
finally gets what they want, so I said What do you
want, sweetheart?
and you said Kiss me. Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

"You are in this world to love someone.  
Find that someone and love them until you can’t feel anything anymore. 
It’s worth the pain. It’s worth the time. It’s worth giving up every piece of dignity you have. 
Even if it makes you look like a fool. Even if it makes you look stupid in everyone else’s eyes. 
Don’t ever ever ever listen to what they tell you or what they make you feel. 
Because in the end, we all go through the same thing. 
We love and hurt. We love and die. 
Loving is never really owning. Loving is giving everything you can and trying to give everything you cannot. 
You must never expect anything in return if you love. 
Love with all your heart and if he cannot give anything in return, learn to accept that and wait for your love to fade. 
Never ever hope for love to vanish. Because I tell you, it won’t. 
When you love someone, it will never go away. It will just fade. 
There will always be a little piece of your heart that will yearn for him. 
You cannot make it go away. You have to accept things for what they are and what they are meant to be. 
Learn to let go and move on. Learn to remember the good things that you’ve shared with him, even if it’s not mutual.
Learn to remember the way he smells, the way his eyes look when he’s happy, the way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way he walks, the way he talks, the way he says hello and the way he says good bye. 
Don’t forget the memories just because he cannot give anything in return. 
Look back and remember the good things because in the end it’s always the good things that matter, not the bad.
Learn to face rejection with dignity and grace. It will make you stronger."

Thursday, June 3, 2010

My school ball is this Saturday.
I am a mixture of excited and nervous.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010