New Headboard

Every once in a while I feel like painting. Now was one of those times. Here is a chronology of my new headboard for my apartment. enjoy : )

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Here's some details : )

Restless Romance

Let's become insomniacs together
trace the lines on the highway
capture life's moments without pause
freelance our names into fame
travel to every destination
write every word spoken
collect treasure and clocks
so we can protest the law of time.

Rambling

Thumb tacks.
Tooth picks.
Incense burning.
Pony tricks.
An ever-fallen tree
Mosquito bites
From the way things used to be.
One hand in,
While one hand’s out.
Your lip curls
Into a bitter pout.
Is this forever?
Or is it not?
An everending trail
Of all we have forgot.
Starry eyed.
One shed tear.
A broken memory
Of all that was clear.

Fallsberg

In order to orient myself in the summer season, I visited my favorite place in this world- Fallsberg Park. Nothing is better than overanalysing the little things in life and capturing them for others to overanalyze as well : )

Thawing

Like a sponge soaking up every drop of sage
In turn, splattering pigments never witnessed by the eye
Furnishing the once blinding carpet
Adorning the once barren mirror
Blossoming and blooming
From every street corner
Window
Acre

A kaleidoscope
As though the fogged window was cracked open
Allowing that fresh breeze to let itself inside
No need for knocking
Wiping its feet on the mat
And sitting down for a chat



Everything is a newborn
Life breathed into it at the dawn of day
And all I can survey is the landscape
Like a pinhole
Being colored inside the lines right before my eyes

Nature, oh brilliant panorama
Parenting this succession
This renewal
Rebirth
Not only nature’s seed
Yielding hope



Faint smiles emerging
Laughter echoing
Bodies clutching the stubble of the earth
Planting themselves firmly in the fertile ground
Squints becoming gentle meandering rivers
As alien sunglasses mount the nose
Birds returning home
Pouring out pacifying lullabies into all the crevices of decay

This awakening
Repainting the canvas
Outlining the forgotten shapes
This jade miracle
Arrives right when we need it most

Realization

Everything in my life is centered around lists. There seems no greater feeling than crossing off a lingering item on one of my many lists. I see no shame in this habit, except for the fact that I realized it's not only little tasks that I wish not to forget, it leaks into the way I live. I have these checkpoints set up in my mind on how I want my life to work. I have to finish college, get a job, get an internship, get married, ect.... it's never ending. This cyclical process, or maybe more linear, does give me something to look forward to, however it also damages the excitement in living. I never seem to be living mentally in the present. The present is just a task I need to fufill in order to move on to another task, or memory, or moment. I never allow myself to fully engage in the present moment. All these pretty colored post-it notes are invading my life and I need to claim it back! I must make the promise to myself to not worry and dwell on the future, but to take part in what is before my eyes. I need to live and love and linger in the moment.

Stop Pretending You're a Fisherman

I can feel the current rush
cold and alive next to my body
The colors down here are so alien
amazing, undescribable
My pores open and accept the floating
and weightless power
My lungs can take a break
I am free and alive
alone and ready to venture
and then,
I feel a tug
a harsh pull
a painful tear at my skin
The scenery begins to spin backwards
I am in reverse
I am captured
no longer free
Your painful and repeditive hook
is back
either I fight
or you win
either way, this is messy
leave me alone
to swim in this serene place
and you can go hook someone
else
please?