Let. Go. Of. Me!

It’s a beautifully fearful thing when a web of lies breaks.



Picture mine.


The pose poem

This world can get pretty heavy

Stop taking it so seriously

Allow yourself some energy

That serious face is killing me


Strike a magnificent pose

Be a hero, just for now

Momentarily shrug off

That crappy mask of woe


I wonder what would happen

If we were to stop being trapped in

This world of overachievers

This world of Justin Biebers


Strike an epic pose

As you look off into the sunset

Admire your silhouette

The tallness of your shadow


Prince Charming, Mr. Incredible

Syndrome, whoever you may want

Oh, thats a good one

Let me take a picture

(Took that picture of my good guy friends last Friday.  Zoom in for the full effect.  Man, if you don’t know them, are YOU missing out on life!!  [That’s an ode to you, Jesse])


What you taught me


You taught me invaluable things

You taught me that sometimes life sucks

That sometimes life’s good

What it means to be kind


You taught me the tenderest things

You taught me how happiness feels

How contentment feels

Life was perfect with you


You taught me the gentlest things

You taught me how to see myself

To look away from me

And I fell in love with you


You taught me the hardest things

You taught me you weren’t everything

But you were a lot

And I sure hope you knew


You taught me I need to let go

You taught me how much I loved you

I still need to let go

I still love you, you know


You taught me a beautiful thing

You taught me to live without you

And when I saw you again

My heart turned into soup


You taught me something I can’t describe

You taught me to smile without you

To love without you

But, you know what


Oh, oh, I still love you.




Hand picture by Andrew Mitchell

Eye picture courtesy fc03.deviantart.net

I prayed that I would let you go


I wondered what life would be like

If you were to disappear

Wondered if I would feel the ache

What I would become without you near


And when you really did leave

Thinking of you was agony

I prayed that I would let you go

I loved you, and I know you know


Sometimes I wish I’d never known you

But I know everything you did for me

Yourself aside, and you helped me to see

All I thought, before you, wasn’t true


You came, and showed me how to live

And I followed you like a puppy

And then you left, and with you my heart

Still following you like a puppy


I prayed that I would let you go

Because it hurt to think of you

You gave me my greatest happiness

But after it came my sorrow


I loved you, I still love you

I’ll always love you, and never forget you

You taught me not to take for granted

Phases, like yours, that will pass


I prayed that I would let you go

I missed you, I missed you, I loved you

And again and again, more and more

Even after you’d gone, and yet –


I prayed that I would let you go

Because it hurt to think of you

I never thought my prayer would come true

And now it hurts that I’m letting you go.




Pictures courtesy nuruladleen.blogspot.com and themescompany.com

the new year is here

Wow, that title rhymes!! Aren’t I clever?


I am going to sit down and write something about the new year. I haven’t been posting much lately, and I keep getting mad at myself about it. I have to stay faithful. Maybe I’ll be famous one day (Ha!). But I’ll never be famous for blogging, any day, if I never post new stuff.

I went to a crazy awesome New Year’s party at my friend’s house. I stayed up until around 2:30 before hitting the sleeping bag. Stupidly, I slept in the middle of the hallway, where all noise from the party animals was at its loudest. I didn’t sleep well. I must have slept some, but I woke up at least ten times. After getting myself pretty pissed, at six in the morning I took my stuff downstairs where nobody was.

I hadn’t thought of this before because when I first went to sleep, there were several people downstairs having a deep conversation about life, and I didn’t want to interrupt them by sleeping.

Anyway, that’s sort of beside the point.

Right after 2011, I was sitting in the hallway and kind of tripping out about the fact that 2012 is over. Not really in a good way, either. So dang much happened to me in the past nine months – the past year – 2011 – that I find it hard to believe that it’s all over.

It isn’t really over, of course. Technically. But according to calendar and math, 2011 is GONE. All my memories are still intact, yet just because the date now ends with a 2, I feel like I have to move on to a new me. A new age. A new lifetime. I feel like I have to leave 2011 behind.

And you know what?

That really freaks me out.

I am not even kidding.

I struggle with letting things go. And I already miss 2011. Last summer was the happiest time of my life. And pretty soon, summer is going to swing by again. And years will go by, and I will not ever be able to say “last summer” again. I will have to say “the other summer” or “two summers ago” and after that I’ll have to say “when I was thirteen.”

Pretty soon I won’t be thirteen anymore. I’ll be fourteen.

How freaky is that?

2011 is over. 2011 is gone.

I want to let go of it.

But the idea of letting it go sounds so scary to me. How is it 2012 already…? WHY is it 2012 already—-?!

Anyway, I don’t mean to be a downer of your new year.

I’m just expressing my thoughts toward New Year’s.

New Year’s is NOT a good holiday for me. In fact, it’s a bit of a depressing holiday for me. I don’t like to move on and I really don’t like to leave things behind.

It’s 2012.

Does that scare you or WHAT?




Pictures courtesy topamericapost.com and hopeseguin2010.wordpress.com