Monthly Archives: April 2013

I looked up and there was a crack forming
in the sky, something I had never seen
before, something nobody ever wants to
lay eyes on, I began to panic, you told me not to fear,
think about a way a butterfly’s wings peer through
its cocoon, you say, that’s what
it’s like. “metamorphosis is so
beautiful,” i muster. i think of bright colors,
of how the tiny opening is a beginning,
you said there is a world between those cracks
that people dream about, especially
you, over there is a world
where we can rest on balloons, speedrace
on spaceships, yes, this place is
real, it’s everything you’ve ever
imagined, where we
grow tails that are the most playful at two
in the morning, where blue birds deliver our mail,
beyond here is everything you’ve
been looking for, where the sun doesn’t
hide behind clouds, where our set of
dinnerware presents us with a jazz dance, there
is no such thing as an insomnia-filled night, no such thing like
flat voices or mumbling hearts / exhausting mornings
do not exist here, just adventure, just
scattered love, just you and me baby, you, me and
an air filled with laughter, this is the land where people never
leave, they always promise to
call back. Let’s fly. Let’s go.


“Have you ever had the almond tea Mexican cookies at World Market?”
“The powdered ones?”
“YEAH! One time we had them as samples AND I ATE LIKE EIGHT. I was like “huh I don’t know where they went!” LMFAO”
“I always eat samples especially when I’m hungry in the morning LOL the government is shady I was reading about the bacterial outbreaks that are drug resistant and kill more than 50% of those who get it”
“DUDE I’ve read about that, how they got released and the government doesn’t know how to track them. I was like, you guys….”

“I believe in conspiracy but I don’t live my life against the government and blaming everyone for shit.”
“Yeah me too. There’s no reason for me to be anxious and stressed because then I can’t live my life freely. If something’s going to happen it’s inevitable. Why waste time worrying about it? I can only just inform myself of the latest news”
“I honestly believe that conspiracy affects those who choose to be affected”
“Conspiracy theorists perpetuate the belief. It’s just like the sheep of the society working 9 to 6 who perpetuate the lifestyle because they’re ignorant to people who chase their dreams”
“They blame the government and society for them not being able to go after what they want most. Being in the south has surfaced so many issues, I don’t think most people understand. For instance, black/white issues are still HUGE down here. And so man black people blame white people and rice people for their everyday problems, like they are doomed at birth because they will be fed negativity about other races since birth. And 100%, no doubt arguing that white people are to blame for all the slave trades and racism in America….BUT THERE WAS WAR AND THE DAMN NORTH WON OK At some point in time, unless people, black, and Hispanics, any race that’s minority GETS OVER IT AND MOVES ON, they will always be held under”
“That’s bullshit. No I don’t understand because I’m not living there nor am I black or white, but on a bigger picture, people who play the victim card sicken me, whether they’re colored or conspiracy theorists or whatever. People don’t recognize the best you can do is live for YOURSELF. Quit saying it’s other people’s fault that your life isn’t up to par. Become aware of what makes you happy. So many people are so, if not too, fucking aware of what makes them unhappy, but they blame everybody except themselves and don’t take the initiative to change”
“Exactly…like your parents were born in China. They came here and made a name for themselves, didn’t blame shit on anyone. As long as you blame others, you’ll die under the power of them”
“These people are only trying to single themselves out. I think that sort of behavior is SO obnoxious. We’re all the same after all. If you want the world to change, don’t complain about your injustice. Nobody is out to get you more than yourself. People are so unaware of their projections to others.”
“I just wish I could tell everyone here to get the fuck over it and live your own life.”
“I think everybody needs to see you can’t do anything to change how people think and view the world. The best you can do is be the best you want to be. Which is happy and carefree. People attach their unhappiness to the faults of others, when it’s really just themselves, but nobody likes that sort of emotional responsibility.”
“I didn’t grow up like that, and I think differently from most. We are lucky”
“We’re blessed to be such strongly opinionated people. I think that’s what prevents us from fading into the rest of society. So many people recognize what they don’t have, that’s all they focus on. They have nothing better to do but bring others down in their unhappiness. That’s why I’ve realized being unhappy is a waste of time. I don’t ever fake being happy either. Being unhappy to a state where you are unhappy for others is dirty and ugly.”
“Random question”
“Do you burp out loud? If so do you say excuse me?”


beige button up blouse: marshalls – $10
pink chiffon skirt: ross – $10
black floral tights: ebay – $4
aqua crochet flats: crossroads (h&m) – $9
white batwing cardigan: crossroads – $8
beige diamond earrings: forever 21 – $6

my brother says my earrings look like the nazi symbol…


“how do you come up with your poems? i always want to write but i don’t know what to write about. everything never sounds the way i want it to. and writing seems to come easily to you”


writing, actually, does not come easily to me! i edit and edit but what i do is i try to get the main theme across. sometimes i want something to sound pretty, other times i want to connect a metaphor. there isn’t a secret to the way i come up with poems, it’s just…imagination. everything i learn i connect it to something i feel, and that’s just how i see and feel life. and then it’s just a matter of time before i translate it into words. it sounds like you know what you want to write about, the outcome just isn’t what you desired it to be. writing is as difficult as is any form of self-expression. everything seems great in our head and then we splash it onto a canvas and we’re like “NO NO and NO!” but that’s what drafts are for. drafts become recycled so that they can turn into final drafts, or maybe that one thing you tried to write about wasn’t meant to be at the time. it doesn’t mean you can’t start over, it doesn’t mean you can’t go back to it.

writing is always a process. write about pretty things you see in the world and write about the ugly parts of you, and don’t worry about whether your words sound pretty or ugly. when you start anything, whether it is a sport, painting, writing, or dancing, you don’t start off by trying to master it, you just have to get the momentum going. you need the drive to do whatever you want. be welcome to failure. i’ve been writing since i was 14 and i just started poetry july of 2012. i think most of my “work” looks/sounds/feels terrible after i look back on it, but i am obsessed with writing my feelings and i just have to get them out whether i like it in a week or a month. but i set that aside because i know it’s just that i have high expectations of myself. everything is a process. don’t be afraid of terrible work. terrible work always precedes wonderful work. in any case, all work is beautiful despite your judgment. don’t worry about perfecting your voice, you already have one. it just depends if you like it. trying to write like other people, trying to sound sophisticated, that is not you. do not develop a voice that doesn’t resonate with you for the sake of sounding admirable. let go of your perfectionist tendencies and let your creative energy take over.

don’t let people’s writing intimidate you. recognize that a lot of writers come from years of writing. writers have literature and creative writing majors. writers are readers. write about what you are so fucking obsessed with that you cannot get it out of your mind until you have it set out on paper. that’s where you can start.

just get that momentum going. you’ll discover your rhythm along the way

robots are so fucking interesting to me. i mean what if we live in a world where people can in love with robots?

like the ethics behind humanizing robots is so interesting to me… we create robots that are capable of reciprocating love even though robots can’t actually form a human connection. what if its possible for robots to learn of anger and sadness and all those emotions? you know those science fiction movies where robots turn on you….if you guys have seen smart house on disney channel then you understand what i’m talking about. what if this could be the future? there is always a dark side to technology! what if we become so smart at our creations, that our creations outsmart us? isn’t that the point of a robot? to support us? to know what we need at the time we need it? it takes a certain level of technology to have robots to pick up on patterns that quickly and adapt. i mean, technically, robots are around us everywhere. you know, like those ads on the right side of your facebook that target your interests? that’s because the internet tracks what you like and picks up on your browsing patterns!!! i mean this is all just crazy thoughts right now BUT WHAT IF…..what if people fall in love with robots?! i mean i think that’s representational of humans in a way – we thrive for that connection, that look in someone’s eyes that matches a scrunch in a brow – robot constructers (what’s their occupation name?) can create that in a look! what if a romantic like me…could fall in love with a robot?! doesn’t that terrify you? it terrifies me! what if science can CREATE the love of your life? ISNT THAT TERRIFYING? robots that are understanding, that are loving, that are listening to each and every thing you say? robots that are inspiring, that are motivating…. YIKES! a robot that would always be able to adapt to your patterns through trial and error…. geez! this is a double-edged sword! what if robots and humans become indistinguishable?!!?