You Are From Neptune


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im a feminist
im indecisive
im careful about what i say
im intuitive
im mature for my age
im analytical
im seductive
im still healing
im cautious of people
im weak at times
im beautiful
im a procrastinator
im naive
im intelligent

im afraid of finding what i want.

I hope for the courage to make my exit. Because most of the time it feels as though I've never entered into this life at all. And it should be me who induces a conclusion. Its my life afterall. My death.

Today I met with Julia Lyon, education reporter for the Bulletin. She interviewed me and others about the student advisory board. Look for me in the paper ( Read more... )

Left Friday morning for a speech tournament in Tualatin. Finaled in my prose category. Didnt place though. Dan and I won one of our debate rounds. We should have won 3. Stupic civilian judges who dont know whats going on and give pitty wins to shitty debaters. Overall I am glad that I'm doing something in addition to the mandatory school sentencing ( Read more... )

right now I need to have a guy that will kiss the back of my neck. and listen to silence with me under a tree. and say 'i like you'. and eat strawberries in vanilla yogurt because thats wonderful. and belt out Sleater-Kinney like its nobodys bussiness. and take naps with me. and dance in public. and not care if anyone stares. and wants to have a ( Read more... )

Pulsing hands,
grazing as cattle
masticate my skin
like it were fresh grass.
Hips wide for my size
not too wide
for what width can be too.
To hold you there
as water holds waves
Dripping hips.
For tongue in mouth
you’re firm that way.
As mouths our ways.
And all the while
We are nothing but standing
Stillness’ distance
Less than trembling
Foot

what life can be lived when your mind isnt your own ( Read more... )

A Block meditation has been really intriguing. Today I encountered my base totem animal: The meadow dripped amber and green. Sky clinging to ominous clouds. Upon seeing the tree and returning to earth, I realized that it was the same tree from my previous vision. The creature that presented itself to me was an otter. I knealed down and came face to ( Read more... )

I called it a night at 11:22. Left as I always leave, mentally assured of reclusion. The evening no longer emits inebriated appeal, nights like these I drink alone. And drink well. I don’t care for drama ( Read more... )