arrows and dying seeds

i feel so renewed by the giant sort of menacing paper. I am reading so many books and articles and personal stories. how many people can say they cried tears of joy while finishing their senior thesis? God is showing me so much, i am so thankful for that. I can't wait to share this with all of you.

moving on?

http://mountolive.tumblr.com/

i can't help it. i think i'm in love.

i think i'm shutting this guy down soon. :[

bird's nest

that picture was from when i didn't brush my hair for one whole summer.

i just want to see you underwater

i don't think my days ever felt like this before.

'doubletalk with me.'

today;

i cut coupons

i skipped down my street

i pet a dog that was so excited it peed.

[and now for a new poem]...

i want to be a flickering fading flash

that you see from across the lake

and think me closer than reality

a lightning bug right before your nose

or perhaps a lamenting lighthouse

with a chipped pearl exterior-

calling out for someone else

while you pretend i am signaling your ship

i wish for more eloquence and burnt edges

i wish for paper cuts along pebbled shores

and my dumb little body pretzeled in pieces,

bound in seaweed.

this is why i can never clean my room

fairytales,

folklores,

and girls with fire.

come see what i've mourned and what it looks like now, a sweet charcoaled ash-spring.