Day 24: Believing poem

I was always one of those little kids in first grade that thought I could fly.
No, I didn’t think, I knew.
Knew that if I jumped up and put my heart into it, I’d never touch the ground.
Along with flying,
I believed in every sort of magical creature.
Especially the bad ones, because if there were no bad guys,
there’d be no heros.
Yet in my later years of elementary school
I learned that we ‘shouldn’t believe in flying’ anymore.
I learned that too many had gotten their wings sheared off by those adults that ‘cared’ for them, because if they grounded them as children,
their dreams would never fall from that perfect colored sky.
But I knew they’d never have a chance to soar.
Reality was the knife that separated feathers from wings
and children from their "unreachable" dreams.
But every night I’d clap over and over whispering "I believe!"
so that it might make up for those who didn’t.
Then, there was middle school.
Middle school was even more limiting than elementary,
and every where there was a poster on ‘staying firmly grounded.’
I feared being torn from my wings by those well meaning,
and sometimes the not so well meaning,
daggers that paraded themselfs about as "reality".
But I was spared this fate by the creatures I’d believed in for so long
and instead, I was thrown into an Alice in wonderland world of homeschool
were I learned something better than flying.
I learned of speaking things into being.
Speaking things into being.;
It’s passing a test because I said I would,
not out of arrogance but out of confidence.
It’s finding cash when I didn’t expect it,
because I said I was lucky.
The other side of that coin was that if I was depressed and said "something bad will happen"
it will, even if it’s only running my head into an open locker door.
More astonishing than test passing
or head-meets-lockers,
was what I learned from my mother.
"Don’t tell Faith that she’s 5 foot across and trying to get through a three foot door opening. You’ll crush the poor horse’s dreams and make it real."
Ya’know what?
Faith made it .
"Don’t tell Romeo that he’s too tall to get through this door.
Yes, technically a horse with a back 6 inches higher than the door frame shouldn’t be able to get through,
but if we don’t say anything then he’ll make it."
The doors widened and lengthened,
wonderland style,
and he made it through the door.
He had to, this time he was getting out.
OR
"Never say you won’t or you can’t, You can, just believe."
Armed with the knowledge of speaking things into being and knowing I could fly,
I believe.
I avoid reality whenever possible,
but that’s because wings come in handy when you’re fighting evil creatures.
And I know that if I never say it,
I’ll never fall.


Yeah, another lame attempt at me getting out of writting anything newish. Sorry.
Faith is STILL pregnant

Day 23: Sharpie of doom

"You know if you do that you’ll die of ink poison."
Sheer curiosity prompts me to meet the gaze of my so called "savior" but it doesn’t matter because I’ve heard this line so many times that the faces just melt together
and all I hear is the words that are just recycled and told again
"You’re gonna die of ink poison."
But guess what,
"I will lose 5 seconds of my life per square inch of ink on my skin which is less time than it takes me to tell you this so stop saying that I’m going to die ."
I’m holding this sharpie in my hand carving salvation and damnation onto my skin with every stoke of ink, ‘cause there should be a balance.
It’s too bad all you can see is marks on my hands and you think it’s chains tying me down to an inevitable death, but in reality it’s abstract wings that’ll help me fly.
Not fly away from this life or fly to an imaginary world through the fumes of this pen
but to a world were I don’t have to keep telling you
"I will lose 5 seconds of my life per square inch of ink on my skin which is less time than it takes me to tell you this so stop saying that I’m going to die ."
My life isn’t an ink splattered flower that you can pull the petals out of, hoping for an answer, "they love me, they love me not".
Only this time it’s "forgiveness or death" and every time you tell me I’m gonna die it’s one more petal that’ll echos those thoughts.
So I have to say once more
"I will lose 5 seconds of my life per square inch of ink on my skin which is less time than it takes me to tell you this"
So stop saying that I’m going to die .

One of my favorite poems, I had alot of fun preforming it too. I put it up here cause i don't have too much time, and because I want my group to be able to see it. If you've heard it, let me know^^

Day 22: Greek mythology figures

I've been talking to some of my friends and realized they aren't as informed about the Greek gods and goddesses as I am, and really you need to know them to understand the stories. Here are some of the different ones:

Zeus : king of the gods, head honcho and lover of many Hera, some demi goddesses and a multitude of mortal women

Hera: queen of the gods, not really in power (sexists) , goes against Zeus when she can, was tricked into marrying him and they get into tiffs quite a bit

Apollo: God of the sun, basically, also an archer and twin to Artemis,he's known for different things, commonly known as the protector of Sheppards and sheep

Artemis: virgin moon goddess, she's commonly known as an archer, also known for being the goddess of wild animals, the night, and chastity

Aphrodite: The goddess of love, she was supposed to have come from the sea clothed in her hair and on a shell and with foam..., she's very jealous, flirty and nasty

Aries: the god of war, bad temper (mutliple name spellings), cruel, blood thirsty, and isn't incredibly important, usually against humans

Athena: the goddess of war, wisdom, and strategy, she is against Aries and usually for humans, she was said to emerge fully grown from Zeus's head, one of the gods opened his head because he had terrible pains, turned out it was her making the armor she came with

( this is why I love mythology, it's rarly credible and so you must use your imagination)

Hermes: the messenger god, god of travel and of travlers and of theives, brother to Apollo , half brother on their father's side, usually just called brothers

That's a few, FYI. See if you can understand it better now

Day 21: Continued

The dull thud of the metal spoon hitting the cardboard bottom of the ice cream container made her look down in a kind of shock. "That won't do." she said calmly, and without a single second of though devoted to the possibility that it would all go to her thighs. She unwrapped herself from her Navajo blanket and it fell away like a cocoon, the only difference was she didn't look any more beautiful on the exit than on the entrance. Avoiding the glass in the doorway by the stairs, she crept into the kitchen and guiltily lifted another pint of frozen yogurt heaven.
She tried to slink into the room unnoticed, as if the red message light were a cyclops coming to terrorize her. She failed, however, to escape the wrath of the coffe table, and went sprawling as 'it came from nowhere and attacked her.' Flailing arms smacked into the PLAY MESSAGE button by the phone and the tape started spewing out unwanted messages like a dog upheaving leftovers---unwanted, and messy and it made her want to throw up just thinking about it.
" Hi! Where are you..." a disgusting cheerful voice questioned." I just wanted to know...great dress at the mall, your size...perfect chocolate shop...cute librarian cheked me out today, not like looking that is, I mean he gave me my books and stuff..." Sherrie's voice drowned on. Just listening to her cherful banter could put a smile on anyone's face. Too bad for Sherrie that it just wasn't a good "let's all smile" day. She glared at the phone, but it kept on playing the messages, as if to spite her. "Let me explain." An all to familiar voice started, and her heart (the little unbroken pieces still left) shattered. "..."


I hate doing this so late but I had to go to work and ended up staying later than i wanted. Oh well, its another part of the emo girl one. More another time

Day 20: Mother's day stuff

Well,yesterday was my day off ,cause it was my mom's day^^ We were at Bob Evans at 7:00 exactly, then we rushed to my grandmother's church (it was really weird. Her church is one of those old, 100 max setters that only usually has a max of 40, stained glass lite candles kinds with the normal attenders being , well... old people. Yet it's been turned into a weird new age-ish thing that doesn't even work. Their is a weird preacher, a 4 person choir ( what, is this like lost, they just kill everyone else off?) a projector instead of books and like these weird ish middle age really religious people(mostly women). Any way........................ changed clothes and tried to go for a horse ride (it didn't work with prince><>< Or at least the hay part.

Day 19: DAY OFF!

Day off