Wednesday, May 26, 2010

i hear it, and I can't stop myself from remembering it.

I'm a silly little girl.
In my own makeshift world.
Don't blink or you'll miss me dancing by.
If you're close enough you'll hear me sigh.

I'm meant for more than
soothing your testy soul.
Or worshiping your skill
for bad rock and roll.

I wonder what I would discover if I played Truth or Dare
with the past.
I wonder if I would know the answers at last.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

:)

I forgot what your voice sounded like. It's good.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Trust me on this.

Cross your fingers behind your back and count slowly backwards from a year and some.
Deju vu.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Excerpt from my Creative Writing Sci-Fi

March 21st
Glacia

Her tiny bare feet took her out behind the eccentric two-story house. She pushed open the rickety screen door and waddled out across the back deck. Without permission again. A girly dress danced on the top of her chubby knees and her tiny toenails were sloppily painted pink. Two light pink ribbons held loose pigtails in place, and big glistening eyes shone out at the outside world. She stood for a moment in wonder. Not fear, but wonder. She awkwardly climbed off the deck and into the lawn below. The grass tickled her knees as she walked through it, towards the fence separating the well-kept lawn and a wild field. As she approached the white picket fence, she looked up at the latch that she could tell she wouldn’t be able to reach. Her nose peeked through the slats and saw the grassy field with one path down the middle. Sighing, she knew she had only one option. With no thought of her pretty dress, she carefully slid under the bottom of the fence and found herself facedown in the field. She got up on her hands and knees and then up back onto her feet. Steadying herself, she went on down the path with purpose.

She paused in the middle of the field and stared determinedly up into the sky. A cluster of clouds swarmed around like a flock of birds directly above where she stood. She smiled slightly in approval. Then, holding both tiny hands straight up towards the sky, she squealed with utter delight. Expertly, she opened her mouth towards the heavens to catch the first raindrop of the season on her tongue. She closed her eyes a moment before impact.

The reaction was immediate.

Water gushed out of her mouth like a geyser, pouring across the grassy field and beyond. She fell to the ground until the water swirled around her like a whirlpool, carrying her higher and higher. Abruptly, her expression changed from peaceful to anxious, and she was lost in the sea of rain. Then in a moment, the water soaked back into the ground like it was a thirsty sponge, and not one pigtail was to be seen. Resting on a rose petal was a single drop of water. It was as if no one had entered the field.

Except.

Beside the rose was a small bundle from which clear blue eyes stared out and up into the still darkened sky.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

all I was trying to do was save my own skin but so were you

I’ve been housing all this doubt and insecurity and
I’ve been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key
And I’ve been dying to get out and that might be the death of me
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go, promise I’m going because
I gotta get outta here
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I gotta get outta here
And I’m begging you,
I’m begging you,
I’m begging you to be my escape.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

brown chicken, brown cow.

Today was a day to remember.
Goofy girls is the new fudge brownies.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

i found this in my old facebook notes. haha.

1. My birthday is awesome: 9-3-93
2. I believe in being honest, true, chaste, benevolent, and virtuous.
3. Music is my life.
4. Rain is my passion.
5. I have moved 14 times.
6. My best friend ever happens to be my sister.
7. I’m not allowed to. (fill in the blank)
8. I eat Kimchi, I want to speak Korean, and I have green Asian eyes.
9. I love to sing, act, and dance, but I’ve never been too good at it. =P
10. Pringles=yum
11. I write down everything.
12. I own, or have owned, or would like to own, or will own, the entire Harry Potter series for my kids to read.
13. Don’t call me Vicky or you’ll see how I earned a brown belt in Judo.
14. Carbonation is icky next to freshly squeezed orange juice.
15. I went off chocolate for two years.
16. My life should be made into an awesomely beautifully emo musical when I die. ;P
17. I feel sorry for people, even if I really, really, really, shouldn’t.
18. I’m very clumsy. (Except for on those rare occasions when my hidden gracefulness momentarily trips on-stage.;)
19. I overanalyze just about everything.
20. Poetry is not optional.
21. I can play “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey on the piano. HUGE feat.
22. I involve myself in other people’s lives.
23. Guitars make me warm and fuzzy inside. :D
24. I still remember what my imaginary friends look like and their awesome names too.
25. Days pass me by, just like moments.
26. I’m a sucker for compliments.

Until then.

I've been around for you
I've been up and down for you
But I just can't get any relief
I've swallowed my pride for you
I've lived and lied for you
But you still make me feel like a thief
You got me stealin' your love away
Cuz you never give it
Peeling the years away
And we can't relive it
I make you laugh
And you make me cry
I believe it's time for me to fly

I've had enough of the falseness
Of a worn out relation
Enough of the jealousy
And the intoleration
I make you laugh
And you make me cry
I believe it's time for me to fly

Oh, don't you know it's time for me to fly