A Poem Of Mine

I've always enjoyed attempting poems, but rarely share them because they're too personal or I think they're awful. Anyhow, I do have one that I absolutely love, though I wrote it back in 2008.

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I feel the heat rise from

your skin

And I smell the wind in your hair

I touch your every

muscle

And I see the ocean in your eyes

I taste the salt

from your body

So when I'm home without you

I'll remember the wind

in my face

And I'll feel your body move

I'll sense your heat

against me

And remember how you taste

I'll remember your ocean

And how it ran through me

(c)

{Photo cred. goes my awesome cousin!}

The last line always gets me. It just doesn't sound right, but maybe I'm just a little pervy. Well, actually, I know that's true. Just know it's not meant that way! I'd love hear your comments on it, good and bad!

Like I said, this was a while ago, but since I'm on the poetry topic I'll keep rolling. I really, really, got super into poetry last semester with my African American literature class. I am now addicted. I never sold any of those books back, and actually bought a bunch more! I especially love the book The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu, Women of the Ancient Court of Japan. Translated by Jane Hirshfield. (To view: http://us.nicebooks.com/ISBN/9780679729587). Though these poems are a thousand years old they still are so relateable and even funny! If, you find humor in odd things I suppose...Another poet that inspires me is Sonia Sanchez (for her bio: http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/276). Huge activist and feminist to put it shortly. I even got to meet her and have her sign my books of hers! Quite an interesting, inspiring, and goofball of a woman.

Sonia Sanchez said something along the lines of "If we can feel another's heart beat, knowing they are like us, how can we hurt them?" while giving a demonstration. I'll post the link once I get the video up.



Anyhow, so if I ever share any future poems on here, these three women are were I take inspiration from. Not only in poetry, but, sometimes, in life.

Peace&Love

Hindsight Is Always 20/20: Life Lesson #378

Yesterday someone, who was once incredibly nice to me died. I hadn't spoken to her in  years--9th grade I believe, though we did graduate together.  We were never close, but she did extend a friendly hand when I was new in school (8th grade). Not many kids, or people in general, would do that; but especially in middle school.

I never returned the favor. I never said thanks for your kindness. And maybe it would have never made a difference. But in hindsight, I would have liked her to know the impact she had one me and the character she showed when no one else would.

When people do something nice, say thank you and say it like you mean it. Even if it was years ago, let that person know. Make them feel appreciated. Sometimes that's all we need to keep going in this life. You may think it's awkward, but you have no idea how much it will mean to them and how flattering it is; even if they just brush it off.

And, oh yeah, we could all be a little kinder to begin with, I'm sure.

Peace&Love

Summer 2011: Why So Good?

For some reason, I've had the best summer of my life, which really doesn't make sense. I haven't done or gone any where special, I've spent more time than typical alone, and dealt with a Canadian Idiot; who's name shall be with held.(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_TfBbR6L0M, kind of irrelevant but my mind leads me to this song).

Whyyy So Good?

With a little thinking, and procrastination of more important projects, I realize it's because I've had a lot of firsts this summer. Even though all of these didn't turn out well, I still believe each of them, except maybe one I'm still questionable on, was worth my time. The moral of this blog is to try new things in order to have an awesome life! Or something close to that...so what the hell have I been up to?

~First lottery ticket, alcohol, and cigarette purchase rolled up into one evening. What can I say? Girls will be girls. For those of you who don't know me, this was kind of a big deal. I've never gambled, smoked, or drank a notable amount of alcohol. So it's about time! Bored one evening, my friends and I decided why not? Plus the excitement of um, er...never mind...was more exhilarating. Thank goodness I forgot to take all my meds that day, so it worked out quite conveniently. Anyhow, I only got buzzed off of a good time with friends, NOT the alcohol, won a dollar with a one dollar scratcher, and smoked one cigarette, and yes, I am of age. Now let me tell you something, don't even try smoking, it really is addicting. But I know you won't listen, haha, just like I didn't. Oops. Oh well, I only smoked the one and have not touched the rest, though I haven't thrown them away...sometimes I really want one, or a drink for that matter, when I'm feeling really down. As for the booze, it was basically a first for all three of us. We sat in circle passing it around after each sip like a peace pipe until it was gone. We rolled around in the grass talking and laughing, because we are so totally hippies. Then we ate ice cream.

~Loved, lost, and learned. So, you're probably still wondering wtf about this Canadian Idiot. In a nutshell I, ahem, dated, a Canadian dude who turned out be a complete jackass with no backbone, I mean, an idiot... Anyhow, it was amazing, blah, blah, blah...the end. Happy 4th of July to me! Anyhow, I'd say it was the most serious relationship I'd been in, so I took it a little hard. But I think I really loved him at the time; and that was a first. It was all good, the butterflies, loss of appetite, giddiness, but then it took a turn for the worse. I finally learned the meaning of 'love is blind.' For some reason I never understood it. Boy, can I see clearly now. No, not really, still a little foggy. But I learned relationships involve risks, so maybe I should not risk so much so soon. I think I learned a lot more than this, but I really can't put it into words. Once you experience it, you know.

(I feel like Carrie Bradshaw right now...)

~My name is Erin, and I cut myself...but it turned into tattooing. Feeling quite down in my mid-break up stooper (he dragged it out), I decided why not. I've friction burned myself in the past, so lets just try something new for a change. Heh, here's the funny part. See, I may be an idiot, but I'm also a nerd. I know that the rock obsidian (extrusive, igneous, solidified lava) also known as volcanic glass, is very fine grain and makes precise cuts leaving very little scar tissue. So of course I have obsidian lying around, who doesn't? I chip some off with a block of sandstone and now I have a blade, all natural too--I'm going green. Oh the things you learn in college. Anyhow, a few tiny slices and I see a star. After two more depressed sessions, I end up with a little star drawn into me with obsidian and India ink (non-toxic fyi) Sure, it's a little sloppy, but I love it. I always thought about getting a tattoo, but I just did it. No worries. Unless I get some kind of ink poisoning or something... And for those of you who don't really understand self-mutilation or whatever its called, it's because the emotional pain is too much to handle and a physical pain or punishment is much better to cope with and serves as a distraction. I know I shouldn't do it. But leave me alone. For more information or would like to help:  http://www.twloha.com/.

~I _______ _______ there. You can fill in the blanks.

~I met a great new friend on the internet. Yes, the internet. Not hanging out with friends as much had left with little to do, so I fooled around on the wonderful world wide web, aka skypecontacts. It's just random instant messaging, luck of the draw, or who you click on. I almost didn't give this guy a chance. Age discrimination...yes I did, and I judged him instantly as a pedophile or creeper. But for some reason my better judgement left me, as it has been lately, no joke, so I gave him a chance. He is awesome and we're like BFFs. I know right, so random. And you're probably thinking I'm stupid. But I don't care any more. I've learned I got to be my own best friend. (Thank you Beyonce.)

~I've learned so much about sex and men. Wow. And I never got any. That's all the elaboration here, though still worth mentioning.

~I had my first real car crash with my three best friends. We travelled two hours out in order to shop. Had a wonderful lunch at Olive Garden, then to the mall. Whoops. Re-ended someone. Car totalled. Bruises, no one hurt. (For the record, I wasn't driving.) Now in case you haven't noticed, I laugh at the worst things. I was jerked forward, saw the hood in our face, and tried so hard not to laugh. It's awful. I'm afraid people who don't know me will think I am a complete jerk. But I guess it's a coping mechanism for me. Anyhow, I got to call 911, and got a ride to McDonald's in a cop car and got weird looks. It was awesome. Three firsts all at once. Oddly enough, I enjoyed it.

~So far I lost eleven pounds.

Maybe all this seems silly and most likely stupid, but I have enjoyed myself for the most part. I think I've just been torn up so bad on the inside, I've just subconsciously decided be a little crazy. Like that will fix anything, haha.

Now looking back on what I wrote, you'll probably get the wrong impression of me just so you know. No worries. I'm not here find help or finger-wagging. Just here to share my experiences and thoughts!

Peace&Love