Cypher Me This

Got to get up.

2008-02-26T07:40:00.000-08:00

Lately, I have been confronted with a number of situations of which I can only respond to with tired excuses and inward self pity. This is unacceptable.

2008-02-20T12:28:00.000-08:00

All of my acquaintances say I am wrong here,
They make me feel as if I don't belong here...

Well what if I am not wrong here,
What if it is they who don't belong here.

My will is strong,
My anger gone.

I will continue to silently fight,
to not live a secret life...
This is my human right,
and I will uphold,
staying bold... against this cold, frigid feeling of disconnection,
I face constant rejection,
from my peers... and all of their fears.

I've felt this way for so many years.

And I've finally had enough.
But you know... life is rough.

So... I'd better get a helmet.

I stand on sound.

2008-02-15T11:21:00.000-08:00

Motion in motion,
Energy
Devotion.

I stand on sound. Rhythmic, flowing, static, ground.

Get down, now, pray to the signal.
I am your Kinetic Goddess, and I am subliminal.

Being present in the world, absorbing what you will.
Take not lightly the unseen,
I am all around you,
Swarming through out you.

Kinetic Goddess.
Kinetic Goddess.
Kinetic Goddess.

Here comes that depression again... but you know this time I am refusing to give in.

I just need a dose of sleep and a visit from much missed friends to keep... me in line.

Really, all is fine... when you give it some time.

Patience is a virtue of uncertainty, but its rewards will come in folds of three.

2008-02-10T09:31:00.000-08:00

Sitting on my wooden fire escape, musing over the irony of a flammable staircase.
I'm staring at the boarded up windows of the apartment adjacent,
The soot on the sills are visibly bold in a cynical statement,
that is silently screaming that nothing is lasting,
life is about change and change holds replacement.

Collectively, we are all guilty of good intentions, and collectively we are all in favor of much needed preventions, but collectively we are just a collection; of radical remarks of change and reform, there are few who practice singular interventions without hate or scorn.

Life looked me over the other day.

2008-01-26T11:01:00.000-08:00

Life looked me over the other day and she said; " Girl you're getting older and a little bit colder, but you don't know who you are yet. So you'd better get on that."

My days are fast paced and full of interesting faces.. new lessons and many more questions... too many to let me sleep soundly sometimes.

This year has been so metamorphic. I am surrounded by beautiful souls... amazing room mates who have taught me that I can in fact live with people, which I had previously convinced myself was not entirely possible. Suzanna, my roommate, is a radiant girl who is filled with hope and intensity. She is so accepting and such a wonderful invoker of creativity and possibility.

I have amazing friends who are constantly teaching me new things about life and myself... they have brought out so many creative and confident qualities in me that I always knew existed, but never really knew how to grasp. Giocchina is one such friend who is a major creative and inspirational force in my current state of existence. She is constantly teaching me knew things about myself.

I am in a constant state of perpetual challenge and I am embracing it with every fiber of my being... and the wonders these challenges have brought are much more than I could have ever imagined.

Work in Progress

2007-11-20T10:38:00.000-08:00

Reconsidered.

Her eyes: windows to her soul, shadow deep with somber glow.

2007-11-15T08:46:00.000-08:00

This post has been reconsidered.

Yep.

Devotion through emotion, we've watched these fools... they're masked in lust, they're dressed for truths.

2007-11-12T22:15:00.001-08:00

So I spent a night or two letting myself be swept away in some one else's imagination. Then the inevitable happened and I was knocked back down to rationality, which is all well and good in the name of make believe... but it certainly has messed up my study schedule.

She wakes up in a stranger's dream. Perplexed by unfamiliar scenes.

2007-11-11T21:09:00.000-08:00

Last night. Decompression party. Insanity.

New beginnings are slapping me across the face left and right and the hand imprints are filled with confusion and uncertainty... and well hell, it's getting interesting.

2007-11-01T20:13:00.000-07:00

Much time has passed since I've written any sort of blog. My last blog started in my earlier years of high school and ended as I left. Three years have passed since and I still have the same thoughts and struggles, though my thoughts have become much more clear and my struggles I have embraced with acceptance.