Because my college’s gym management team thinks that john mayer, coldplay, and maroon 5 is workout music…
This love has taken it’s toll on me. Now I know what it means to say goodbye “too many times”.. and I wish I didn’t have to see the person that I love again because I never know when it’s going to be the last time.
He leaves me telling me that he’ll come back into my life at another time when we’re older, have money, sanity, and i have better table etiqutte.. or something.
I think that those are good thoughts and I hope it does happen like that. but for right now.. and for when i found out he’s with someone new in arizona or california..
it’s better for me to let go. (But please, universe, let me skip graduation - that or turn off my feelings. I’d like to not have any feelings about anything that day, thank you..what a joke.)
an actual blog for once. being human.. a bizarre experience, i don’t know how people get “bored” either. i’m always wondering.
i close my eyes: so many fluid and beautiful visions come to me. in, they rush, and flash out fast with not even the resonance of a firefly.
what is an artist that cannot take the time to write, draw, paint, and give ?
what is that? alive with inspiration - this odd pure joy that I want to share - but heavy with the sense that something swells inside, longing to get out.
i’m trying to graduate on time, anddd enjoy what’s left of college. Having trouble focusing .. who are all these people around me in this class with highlighters and organizers and engagement rings who know who what they’re doing with their lives, lol?
i’m such a weird drifting new agey feather all of a sudden.. sitting in a business writing class longing to skip ahead to teaching yoga to children and illustrating books. i should just feel okay with that. i do usually… needed to vent i guess.
For the artists and/or bloggers who are also poets, this is the kind of site I’ve been searching for. Because poets these days are now looked upon as “mere musicians without instruments”, it would seem, poetry has become an of obscure art form. If you want to read poetry, (good poetry anyway) you must actively go out and seek it, i.e. it’s not passed around social networking sites like images and youtube videos. Often, even if you try to google-search for good contemporary poetry, it will only lead a link to a lit magazine’s website, but you would have to pay for a monthly subscription to see any of the poetry written within. Thus, the average person (even those who know they have literary talent somewhere within them) cannot easily learn what makes a poem “work”, or what classifies as poetry at all, for that matter.
But this Vox Poetica lets you A) read poetry from various of writers for free AND B) gives you a picture prompt designed to inspire writing. If this doesn’t motivate me to pump out poetry on a semi-regular basis, I don’t know what will.
