February 2011
22 posts
January 2011
59 posts
Sorting Beans
She smells like roses and rain
Crooked fingers scatter beans across the table
Like pebbles as they
Click click click from the bowl.
She moves methodically behind
Plastic rimmed glasses, sliding
The rotten beans away from the others
I watch her sort, my small hands follow
It is important we are careful,
“No beans, no meal” she says
with a feisty Spanish dialect
loud and in charge at four feet...
Nothing Mom!
yourmindblown:
parents text:
Follow YMB!
Behind my logic and my strengths...
I’m dramatic. An emotional wreck. Possibly insane. And extremely unrealistic.
I’m hopelessly romantic. Overly sensitive. And can’t help but dwell in the past.
Overthinker. Second-guesser.
Everything’s an act.
Deliciously Dangerous
Imperfection at it’s finest
And like leaves floating to the ground,
All the pieces are falling into place
Scattered and disheveled as they may be.
Layering the earth with tangled shapes of history
Such delectable flaws fall bittersweet to my tongue,
Soak into me, and let me embrace the madness.
I’m preparing for war,
And I’m hoping for survival.
“My heart leaps up when I behold
A Rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life...”
– By William Wordsworth
REBLOG IF YOU LOVE ...
keshascorner:
- this hair,
- these eyes,
- this nose and the lips,
- these boobs,
- this gold tooth,
- this body,
- this $ doodle or tat,
- this sweet smile,
- this hand and those glitters,
- these feet,
- THIS HOT SEXY GIRL ALIVE.
[idea//credit to this post]
REBLOG IF YOU LOVE ...
keshascorner:
- this hair,
- these eyes,
- this nose and the lips,
- these boobs,
- this gold tooth,
- this body,
- this $ doodle or tat,
- this sweet smile,
- this hand and those glitters,
- these feet,
- THIS HOT SEXY GIRL ALIVE.
[idea//credit to this post]
New Years Resolutions:
1. Stop biting my nails
2. Get in shape
3. Not pay for alcohol
4. Not get any Cs
5. Get a job
The Girl in the Wake.
Caught in the foaming, frothing wake, she struggled to keep her head above the surface.
Was it smarter to swim, to escape the sea, to find freedom? She could break away and keep her head above the water, eyes fixed on the coast. And she could be safe. Safe. The word slid over the Girl’s tongue with a silky sensation. Safe. Toes touching solid ground at all times, keeping her balanced. She could...
Mahatma Gandhi
“The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.”
