Secrets

Every girl's got one [or more]. Whether they lie in the excluded details or undivulged accounts, they reside deep within her heart.

Misty and Erin interrogate me on my secrets. Some details were shared.
Now, Misty wonders by what means these ends were reached? She desires a tutorial, of sorts, of my 'arts'. Funny, I did not know I was an artist.
I ponder on the actions which lead to the events of interest. I stumbled upon only one deliberate (or was it?) behaviour on my part- being discretely forward. Let it be known what you want, without being audacious or facile. Plant those ideas and watch them bloom, then be prepared to [thoroughly] enjoy the crop.

Ideas hold more worth when you believe they are yours. So scatter your seeds about, and keep vigil. For the time will come when those secrets will be yours to hold.


-it's like a carrot on a tall pole-

Straight from my Lips to my Hips

I have never really been the type to care about calories. But there comes a time in everyone's life when they need to start considering the consequences of their actions.

As everyone is well aware, I love chocolate. Mostly all chocolate. But there is one chocolate I favour above others. That type of chocolate, however, which enchants me above all else, also happens to be the one that will provoke the most pain and misfortune.
The paradox of simultaneous pleasure and pain plagues even the strongest stomachs, bodies and minds. One can prepare mentally and physically for such a venture for days... but the result is inevitable. Those calories (apparently) can be devastating.

Whether these cautions will alter your view (or mine) is yet to be determined.  But as you place that creamy chocolate to your lips... remember the state of your hips.


~the voice of your hands~

Just a Girl with Heart

"Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions"

-Elizabeth Gilbert (the author of Eat, Pray, Love)

Infamous for our emotions we crave for escape. But escape to what? A life void of sentiment... What is thinking with no feeling? For without it, thoughts lack truth and meaning. Authenticity is achieved through sentimental value.

Men criticize us, saying we lack logic; women complain that men are deficient of feeling.

What dictates truth? And where may it be encountered?

Shall I strive for freedom and change, or seek to perfect my methods?

Drive me on, compel my endeavours and inspire my thoughts.

To feel is to live. To feel pain is to love.

-I feel it all-

Please Poke my Eyes Out

It seems to be time to give our neighbour a nickname. The one that pops into my head, as well as my roommates' is "Ugly Naked Guy." Yes I know that this is not an original name, but lately I have learned that it is beyond appropriate.

The other morning I came into the kitchen for some breakfast before heading off to school. I was at the sink (getting water I think, but the reason isn't important) and I happened to glance up through the window.

I was nearly sick.

For there, in the lit-up room, spread-eagle on top of his covers was out neighbour- entirely naked. Embarrassed, and feeling extremely uncomfortable I turned away from the sink and avoided the window for the remainder of the morning.

I hoped and prayed that this would be an isolated incident. I was wrong.

That afternoon when I returned home and was sharing this scaring experience with Misty, she informed me that she had been the victim of a similar episode this afternoon.

This is far from acceptable, and is most definitely not welcome. Perhaps in other circumstances, where he does not deserve the nickname "Ugly Naked Guy". But unfortunately, life is rarely that perfect.

-sometimes it is important to look at ourselves in the mirror-

Caught

to detect the eagerness of water lapping against the exposed

projects more than tremors across the expanse

increase the rate, the rhythm, the contact

never to drown among the surging volume

but instead grow in authority and magnitude.

a lust too dangerous to abdicate

a desire exceeding that of mere want

a push, a pull, an uncontrollable urge

take me under, drink me up, imbibe all that i am

you are life, and death, and amid

~in a wave~

He Likes it With the Lights On

I've shared stories about GCG before- you know, our lovely neighbour that enjoys girl-on-girl porn at 7:30 in the morning and refuses to close his blinds, even when he's undressing.

Well, it has been months since we have seen him, at one point this spring it appeared that he was packing up, and we thought that he was leaving/we scared him away.

It seemed for a while (of course I was gone for the summer, so this is merely my view of things) that the room would remain unused.

A few weeks ago, however, when I came home late one night, I noticed that the lights were on and on the bed lay sleeping a new guy.

I thought it weird that the lights would be on, and he would be sleeping. My conclusion was that he did not mean to fall asleep, and the lights on was an accident.

This apparent accident however, seems to be more of a habit. I happen across him sleeping-with the lights on-about 3 times a week!

It makes me wonder- what is it he gains by sleeping with the light on, other than creating a clear view into his room?

~cause who doesn't love an audience~

a tear falls

Everyone has expectations. mine- are they unrealistic, absurd, and ridiculous? apparently much of what i want is not what i need. everyone around me has opinions on the matter, most of which contradict my attitude.

Does this make me wrong, or them?

Let me make my mistakes- not yours. share your thoughts, but don't force my hand. it is not a tour guide or dictator i need- but an equal, a friend.

so cast away your dominant thoughts and walk down a strange path.

~let me live, learn, and cry~

like a flower

my best intentions rest beside me

once destined to spurn me on-

inspire me to a better future-

and now so deftly discarded

it remains a forgotten reverie

which i have no desire to recall

they imagine they know best

and preach what they know not

i, the choir, wish you well- elsewhere

let me be down my path of insanity

i know little, and wish to remain

a beauty in danger of destruction

~free from your pot~

p.s. check out the song Courage (feat. Lacey from Flyleaf) by Orianthi, and share your thoughts!