Christmas Lights on the Water

Christmas Lights on the Water

The match that lights your eyes tonight

Still glows,

So when the beams between your gaze and mine

Snap into place,

You kindle an ember in the window to my soul:

I burn a little brighter

Like the Christmas lights on the water.

We’re wrapped in night,

The chasm closed

So while I count the inches between your skin and mine,

I wonder if you sense the pounding veins

That tether my heart to you,

Because when I will those inches away

You take my hand.

Beside you I may stand strong

Yet I stand on an Achilles heel

Weakening with every step put between us and the dancing lights on the lake;

And somewhere in your quiver waits the arrow that will tear me,

But you haven’t drawn the string yet.

My dormant heart begins to hum,

So tonight I polish my highest hopes to a brilliant shine

And put them on display for you

Like the Christmas lights on the water.

Tidbits!

So I promised some random facts about myself as a sort of introduction. Enjoy. 

My favorite season is autumn (or fall, whichever you want to call it, I'm not picky.)

I love wearing rings, but only on my right hand. I don't know how I'll get married someday. 

Chandelier is one of my favorite words.

One of my favorite songs is "The Downeaster Alexa." Billy Joel is one of my favorite singers, for that matter.

Celebrities don't interest me much, but if I could meet someone, I think meeting John Walsh would be pretty awesome.

I enjoy Laurel Burch cat artwork.

I really, Really hate when People randomly Capitalize words in A sentence like this. I mean, What is your thought Process that this Looks Right to you?

I think this probably read more like a dating profile than my first post....which, sadly, I have past experience with. But more on that later.

Scorpio Regina.

This is a poem about female scorpions. Spoiler alert? You're not an idiot, I'm sure you would have picked up on that. 

Scorpio Regina

Some may not equate a tango dancer’s linear legs with my golden eight

                                But I do

Some may not view this dance of death as more than archaic cruelty

                                But I do

I skitter like jewels spilling across tile

Propelling vibrations into sweltering night

Fluorescent love now my prisoner

Safely bound in arms crafted to kill

I cannot stifle my dark instincts

Deceive, desire, devour

Some may not call this love

                                But I do. 

"Blurred Lines" is What's Wrong with 90% of the Guys You Encounter in Clubs.

"What rhymes with hug me?" How about, please don't drug me. 

I'm sure you've all heard the musical gem that is "Blurred Lines" by now. I don't usually listen to music on the radio, I'm painfully uncool when it comes to knowing what music is popular, but this song is unavoidable.

Such an innovative music video.

My best friend lives in Vegas, so I've been to some of the clubs there when I visit her in the summer. In extreme moderation (a few times a year) it can be fun. Getting dressed up and hanging out with friends beforehand is the best part. Around eleven, the dance floor isn't so crowded and you can move around, but at a certain time of night it turns to shit, and it's because so many men have that "Blurred Lines" mentality. You just so happen to make eye contact with a guy and, to quote lyrical genius Robin Thicke, he thinks "must wanna get nasty!" and tries to dance all over you. Um, no. No thank you. Don't attempt to drag me away from my friends, don't try hand me your drink, and don't put your hands on my waist. If I want to dance with you, I will let you know.

Normally I don't comment on this sort of thing, but it's disheartening when you realize how so much of today's music is based on degrading women. I'm fairly certain that the rap industry would cease to exist if the words "bitches," "pussy," and "money" were outlawed. There are few, if any, songs that treat men in a similar fashion. Music tastes vary widely and to each his own, I'll concede that some of it is catchy, but I don't know why people find this sort of music appealing as a whole. Men aren't the only ones to blame -- women listen to it too, and they participate in music videos like the one I've linked to. It's nothing I would ever participate in, so maybe I just have a hard time understanding why anyone would want to walk around half-naked for such a music video. It isn't artistic. It's demeaning, and women don't exist merely for entertainment purposes.

Gaia's Last Reckoning.

So, considering I tentatively announced I would be using this blog as a platform for some writing, I'm going to share a poem I wrote over a year ago for a school assignment. This is my personal homage to the bullshit that was 2012 Mayan calendar pandemonium.

Gaia's Last Reckoning

Some say we are promised a Revelation:

Towers that dared pierce the dome of heaven crumble at last

Greedy mountains of water wait to crest and swallow miles

Drowning sins, hatred, love

Rivers of fire snake remaining land

Life twisted into ash

Idolatrous cell phones and Apple emblems disintegrate

Failing to rescue their worshippers

There is no App against eternal destruction

Hurtling towards abominable oblivion

I do not believe a stone tablet’s time-worn scratches

Yet should they prove true

No one can outrun a falling sky

At least we will lie in good company

I Feel Like I'm Writing a Dating Profile Here.

Why hello there, faceless Internet friends (or foes?)

The first post on a blog is always so needlessly nerve-wracking, it's as if there are high expectations set somewhere to deliver just the right amount of personal information without sounding like a bad memoir. And yet, hardly anyone will actually read it. I'll save that for the next entry.

I've created this blog just so I can write more and easily share it if I want to. Multiple people have told me "Hey, you should start a blog! I'd read it!" Thanks but no, you won't. I've had a blog before, and nobody ever took the time to visit it. In addition to a failed venture in blogging, I have a degree in English and I just want to write more. I write novels, short stories, poetry (when it's assigned in class...) but I've been slacking off. I'm currently getting secondary education teaching credentials, and if I expect my students to write, I need to, too.

(Also, I use a lot of parentheses.)