Bright Star

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art —
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors —
No — yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever — or else swoon to death.

John Keats

America

Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,
All, all alike endear'd, grown, ungrown, young or old,
Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich,
Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love,
A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother,
Chair'd in the adamant of Time.

Walt Whitman

Outsider

to the world it seems

Everything is Anything

A showcase of emotion
into a wonderless mind.
Reasonable explanations
few ears can hide.
Agression and satisfaction
are all the same.
Lying and teasing
to pull the mane.
Useless battles fill the space
pushing things to be embraced.
Falling hearts end the scene
leaving reason and love unseen.

potential

what makes us settle.

wish i had more to say...

love is complicated

right?

Fitting In and Getting OUT

I spent my entire time in high school on adventures, never worrying about fitting in with the bro's and ho's of my middle of nowhere high school. Lucky me! It was not until I went on the adventure of a lifetime that I would finally feel what it feels like to NOT fit in.

Summer 2008 was spent in Europe; Spain and France to be exact. While your reading this you might start to think I'm complaining because one, I was in EUROPE and two, who actually does "fit in" there? It's a societal mess where gypsies live around the corner from prominent business men! But rest assure, I was not Miss Popular.

I was surrounded by the brilliant minds of people some who were the same age or even younger than me. Minds I could not comprehend. Partially because my knowledge on ALL things humanities was not as advanced as I had thought. And while I was still on adventure of all things great: art, literature, love and in all just pure discovery, I realized that my lack in knowledge was making me feel inferior. And instead of getting over it like any college girl in Paris would on the sake of just being in Paris, the feeling stayed with me months after I arrived home.

Then I got over myself. I finally understood how boring and overly presumptuous these people were. These minds I wanted so much to be around who never shifted their conversations from anything but the next piece of literature and their philosophy of it. Does this mean I hate philosophy? Maybe. Socrates words on the men who sit high in their white temples praising themselves for their knowledge while they judge the world kept running through my head every time their mouths would open. Maybe I do like philosophy.

And while there was something to learn from these achieved and bold people, I also learned that it's important to indulge oneself in other things. To be passionate and foward on many things. Plato argued that a perfect man would be a worldy one. Modesty should have been put in their somewhere.