Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Planter


The wind pushed it from side to side. It hung precariously from the porch roof, teasing Mother Nature to bring it back down to the ground. The flowers relied on each other for support until the quaking was over. Once the planter could no longer play the games, the flowers came crashing down, becoming bruised and broken.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Above It All

"I'm taller than you,"
said the tree to his shadow.
"But yet, I'm taller,"
said his defiant shadow.
Overhearing, the bricks laugh.


Beyond One's View

"Look over the hedge,"
is what they told me to do.
And I was greeted
by another of yellow
and beyond that, sky of blue.


A Spring Juxtaposition

How could someone be
oblivious to beauty?
Instead, they taint it.


Friday, April 19, 2013

The Stronger Emotion

Is there more power
found in pain than in anger?
Which one is more pure?

The Broken Spell

He was Once noble...
A prince charming in her eyes,
innocence clouded
her young and wishful judgement.
She knew better in The End.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Boston, You're My Home

Friend St.
Boston, MA
Because everyone needs a friend, especially in times like these.
I'm sitting here at my computer with a long list of things to get done, and I had a passion or desire to accomplish it all earlier today. But the news of Boston has made it hard to focus on much of anything.

Home is where the heart is, and for a long while part of my heart has been lost in the streets of Boston. I grew up not too far north and was raised singing Tessie and Dirty Water. There's something different about New England air... It's hard to explain, what such a place means to me. I guess the best way to put it into words is to ask you to think about your favourite place. The favourite vacation spot or where you feel most at peace. That's basically my Boston.

To hear about such a tragedy today breaks my heart. It reminds me of all the friends I have up there and the family that I don't see very often. I can only hope that everyone can come together and help such a wonderful place get back on it's feet.

I wish I knew why people do the things that they do, but I've grown to learn that such musings can take one to the brink of madness and that in the end, there will truly never be an answer. The only way to get through it is to accept life for what it is and let the past be the past. But please, don't forget it. Learn from it. Use it as an opportunity to start a discussion, to reach out, to live and love.

Thoughts for Boston

I'm miles away
but mentally I'm right there,
catching all their tears.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Together

There's a kind of trust...
a faith you place in strangers
when you're in a crowd.

Where the Strings Cross

They're waiting to cross
at 42nd and 8th.
In the people's sea,
an old friend calls out his name
to then meet his little boy.

A Real Connection

Why does eye contact
make people so uneasy?
Why are they afraid?

Friday, April 12, 2013

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Waiting for the Storm

Walk barefoot and wish
for the gentle kisses of
rain to kiss your cheeks.

Picture the Memories

The way I see it,
our life is just a shutter
held down forever.

A Thank You Shout Out for the Fame and Support

Yesterday was a wonderful day. Not only was the sun was shining and I got to sit out by the pond to enjoy the fresh air all afternoon, I also got to enjoy a minute and 23 seconds of fame.

One of the blogs that I link to, NEPA Blogs, does a segment on WBRE's PA Live called Blog of the Week. It was from out of the blue that I was notified by Harold Jenkins, one of the main contributors of NEPA Blogs, that An Organized Mess was selected as the blog of the week! I got a post dedicated to me on NEPA Blogs (read here) and a segment on the news which also made it to the PA Live web page (see here).

It's a struggle, being a writer. There's not a whole lot of money to be made in the business unless people know about you and with being a full time college student who is involved all over campus, it's even harder because there's barely any time to sit down and spend some one-on-one time with the good ole pen and paper. It's like another job, managing a blog. With OneWord I at least get some kind of short story / creative thing to post, but I'm going to make a conscious effort to write a haiku or tanka or some post a day. My life here at Albright is one heck of a thing, it's rare to never have a story to tell at the end of the day. The trick is finding what stories are worth noting and which are best left to fall to memories.

Regardless, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has supported me, from my family and friends to the blogs that I became part of. Besides NEPA Blogs, I want to send a special thank you to Keith Wynn of Musings of an Unapologetic Dreamer and Greg Gobat of Simply, Life for being there the past year. I cherish their feedback and hold them in very high regard.

And of course, thank you to all who come across my writings from all walks of life. Every time I see the view count on each post go up, it makes me smile and I hope that my thoughts and words are helping those that read them.

If you have any questions, comments, suggestions, hopes, dreams, complaints, frustrations... anything at all, please do not hesitate to contact me.♥

This is YOUR Life

Finally step back,
and take a look at your life.
Make it about you.

Tuesday, April 09, 2013

It's All Changing

Looking towards next year
I tremble with a smile.
Fear and excitement.

Dashboard

I sat there drumming. I couldn't stop myself,. as soon as the music started my fingers started to wiggle and my toes started to tap. He's seeing the real me, I don't care if it's our first date or not. I'm not the kind to just keep to myself timidly.

An Overdue Creative Update

Back in October, I submitted my poem Reflection to a local contest where artists would pick a poem and create a piece of artwork based off of it. Not only was my poem picked, it was picked twice! From February 17th to March 16th, artwork by Cheryl Bagenstose and Mary Smith was displayed at the Yocum Art Institute. It was quite a delight to see how others interpreted three simple lines.
Artwork by Mary Smith.

Mary Smith and I with her art.

Artwork by Cheryl Bagenstose.
Cheryl Bagenstose and I with her artwork.


The Barrier


I want to tell you
I'm sick of being alone,
but my pride stops me..

Sunday, April 07, 2013

Punished


One minute. Sit there and don't move. Your eyes must stay watching the clock.

One more minute! You looked away. You know you weren't supposed to spread glue over Suzie's project and you did it anyways. We play nice with the other kids and keep our hands to ourself.

Your two minutes are done. Go out to recess, I don't want to see you causing trouble again.