So what's happening is that I don't often post on here anymore. I check this blog every day, to see if anyone else has posted, but (guilty look) i post more on tumblr. So if any of you want to check it out, my tumblr is http://sliverflowers.tumblr.com/
If i have any poems or rants, ill post on here. so that's why i've disappeared.
anna, i'm awaiting a letter :)

you know how sometimes it feels okay to cry? this is one of those times.

Isn't it nice? to feel wanted?

sorry for not posting. I've been caught up in other things, and trying not to just sit on the internet. Plus, I haven't been writing. I'm stuck

Shake the Dust

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qDtHdloK44

Just click the link, and watch. And understand

I'm thinking about shorter hair.
I'm thinking about longer hair.
I'm thinking I need change but don't know how.

I got a certain letter today....
and because you told me you enjoy my writing, i'll put a poem on here. Fair warning, its old.

How can I miss
what I didn't have.
Just
out of reach.
My fingertips brush
something-- you?
The word on my tongue
the wind in my hair
and tight-skinned cheeks,
can I still feel it?
some days,
somedays...
what im reaching for
is me
but am i
already gone?

this is my all-purpose post. Yes, I'm putting off homework, no, I'm not on facebook too. So I'm not aaaaall bad, right?
Well. I'll end with a reaaaaally good stanza from a poem, so you'll have to keep reading to get there.
I love looking at people's tumblrs, but I don't have one. I feel like if I did, nobody would enjoy looking at it. It'd just be there, collecting dust and no followers. Yeah, I know tumblr is way more hopping than blogspot, but... I'm not ready to give up this blog.
I have a few things that i really want, and then I'll tell you why I feel horribly guilty. Pictures of the things I want:



Why I feel guilty: some peole dont even have enough to EAT or a clean place to bathe or fresh water, and I want a cute blouse thats about sixty bucks and some makeup thats about 45? I feel really really guilty for WANTING. because wants and needs are different. I need food and water and clothes and shelter. I want cute clothes that coest bunches, a pretty house where i have my own room, yummy food, and loads and loads of other things. I still want the makeup (I'm obsessed, its perfect!) but i dont want to want things. I want to be content. And I'm sure I'll be happy whether or not I get it. But can you blame me for wanting? Even a starving person would like something that tastes good, right?

Poem time!
CHASING THE BIRD
the sun sets unevenly and the people
go to bed.

the night has a thousand eyes.
the clouds are low, overhead.

every night is a little bit
more difficult, a little

harder. My mind
to me a mangle is.

by robert creely, one of the Beat Poets