Tuesday, November 29, 2011

desking on tuesdays...

once upon a time, i was simply a little resident...i went to events and got excited about study break and always wondered what the ras were talking about in their little secret meetings when they had dinner together in humphries. i looked up to my ras and thought they were the coolest people ever. i wanted to know them so badly and have their approval and make their days brighter by doing silly, fun, nice things for them and leaving them surprises. i never wanted them to be lonely when they desked and i never wanted them to stress over events without having the affirmation of their residents. once i got to know them, i liked them even more. even after knowing so much about the job and so much of the planning and frustration and time that goes into being an ra, the love and joy and passion i had for our floor, our dorm, and my past ras won the best of me and i too applied to be an ra. now here i am sitting at the desk reminiscing about those days and comparing them to now. college is going by so quickly.

you.

ruminations of you
bring joy through and through
but then comes
pain
and i can't see
you
i forget
in my naivety
i forget
and you try to break through --
you.
break through my habituation
and there,
in the stillness,
in the small quiet corner of my cluttered little heart,
you whisper.

you whisper so loudly that i think i MUST explode and overflow with a peace and comfort
so elaborate, so magnificent so

ineffable

you

Saturday, November 19, 2011

tattoo :) celebrating 3 years of freedom






i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes


(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)


how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?


(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)


-ee cummings

Sunday, November 13, 2011

loneliness

loneliness is debilitating, but, although this poem doesn't show it, there is hope.




you know you are alone
when all you hear is that tiny buzz of
silence
as though something -- someone
in the far distance is also
alone
crying out to be heard
crying out
but no one cries back

suddenly, you hear
your own voice calls out
-- quet and sad --
it calls hoping also to be heard,
to comfort the other who is
lonely.

you feel a slight chill run up your back as you
curl up sobbing in the
darkness
-- it was only the air conditioner

you are completely

alone...

Sunday, November 6, 2011

decorated toms

i've been wanting a new pair of toms a lot lately, but i don't really have the money to buy them so instead, i decorated one of the pairs that i already had. i was supposed to be studying for a biology test but i was really stressed and had a sudden burst of creativity so i took advantage of it :)
peek-a-boo toe

Lace, Buttons, and Burlap!

just like new :)