what im praying for

I am praying that you come home sooner.
I am praying that I will be working in my chosen field sooner.
I am praying that my sister will be healed sooner.
I am praying that my mama will find love sooner.
I am praying that our curse will be broken sooner.

poem of the lonely

My bed
is like a sea
Too big
for little me
I drift
into sleep
And drown
in my dreams

'Cause i need you
to fill the spaces in my room


My heart
is like the sky
Too blue
but full of light
And you
you're like the sun
You shine
on everyone

And you warm my soul
when i'm as cold as dawn


O our love
is like the stars
So true
but still so far

And time ticks by
like the pounding of a drum

HAPPY/sad....

I have been visiting my NorCal family and friends for a few days now, helping my cousin pick out wedding dresses and getting Megan's sister drunk for no reason... I have had a blast, and it only makes leaving harder. Alas, I love my school, and must return. Tonight. Thank God for Chad, my one and only true and dearest friend in the Diego of San.....
This trip has been good, refreshing. It has brought certain things into the air to flow freely, namely my own stuck energies.
Its funny that I am learning who I really am, and have no need to switch personalities from one group of friends to the other, like I used to. I remain mostly consistant. It's nice to realize that I am a pretty good person...
There are, however, new insights to current situations, new issues and perspectives that have thrown me a little. I feel a bit unsteady in convictions I recently held to be true. I may have picked up a virus, the thing so many people have, and no one has found a cure for.
Worrying.
I feel like I am slowly going psychotic, like I am losing my grip on reality because all I seem to do is drown in pessimistic thoughts, the 'what ifs' that can run people ragged. Gah. I'm trapped in a circle, an endless and dizzying circle of nonsense and distruction.
Watch me go, round and round and round and round......
I have really got to snap out of it.

these boots are made for stomping

It just needs to happen. I just need to get up, make myself do the things that make me smile. The reasons for running away from myself yet again are not nearly as powerful or necessary than the reasons to rock it out.
I am a powerhouse of strength, of will. I am the woman on the tarot card, straddling the lion and making my way through the world. I am gypsy queen, I am warrior goddess. I am an artist and a poet and a healer and a harbinger of light. Where did the notion come from that I am weak, worthless? How did I think it was okay to let my life slip by, as if I have no say?
It is a new dawn, and I am the chariot. I will sing it from the rooftops, and I will rejoice in my own moments of life.
Tomorrow is a new day.