Word play for Cuba

I am terrible at keeping up with things, as you can see if you have been reading my blog. At the moment grad as finally finished and tomorrow we leave for Cuba. The hope that something perfect will happen on the trip is almost overwhelming. Things seem to be working themselves out so far, hopefully I won't have to intervene, and they will continue to happen as planned. Not that they really are planned events, merely events that have spent years in the making.

I don't really know what to write right now, but I think a little word play might be something fun. I wrote this with a friend a while back, when we were talking about the differences between languages and the barriers it can create. Enjoi :)

Broken, we can be both broken hearted and broken boned. One seems much worse than the other, but not in a way that should be as obvious as it seems. Broken hearted never shows, there may be tears, and scars and lies. But they are never on the surface. When our bones are broken we hide nothing, it is obvious, an outright terror. I would rather be broken boned than have a heart that will never heal.

End of the Year

It's nearing the end of the year. We're in the final week of classes and the excitment is almost palpable. Something amazing that you can feel, like an electric current racing through the air. Pulling at your clothes, sending static through your body. I can't wait.

I'm not so much in the mood to write at the moment, but I think I will later tonight. If you have any comments about my writing and can't comment on the site then please e-mail me at   miapapaya@hotmail.com

                         Thanks,
                                 Mariah E. Blixrud

P.S. Be sure to include your name and any info you find important :)

In Memorium

I'm getting so caught up in the drama here, that I barely ever find time to write. Every little thing these days has been stressing me out. For example, this Thursday is the day my Oma passed away a year ago. And trust me, time doesn't always make things easier, if anything it seems to make them more difficult. Sure you can hide the fact that it hurts you, but it gets harder every year. At least for me it does. I find that with each passing day I wish that she could come back all the more. I miss her greatly. This is in memory of her;

Memories lie scattered,

As broken hearts refuse to heal.

Tears fall unguarded,

As glistening eyes begin to reveal.

Whispers go unheard,

As we search but never find.

Hope goes freely,

As the walls we build, unbind.

And I am here to say,

That your memory remains.

And though these tears have fallen,

They will never leave a stain.

And even when we’re silent,

We hope you hear our voice.

And though we are sad and lonely,

We know you would have stayed, given the choice.

And I am here to say,

That our love for you will never fade away.

                                                          Mariah E. Gaiesky-Blixrud

Those Eyes

Sorry about not writing for quite some time. Graduation is looming ever closer and there have been alot of decisions that I have yet to make. Hopefully though most of the stress is out of the way and I can focus on getting pretty :) For now I'll write...

    A soft summer breeze pulls loose tendrils out of my curled hair, wrapping them around my shoulders. The satin of my dress tickles against my bare legs, I bend to pull it out of the way and stumble in my high heels. A strong, familiar hand wraps around my waist and steadies me. I know the moment I look into those eyes I'll melt. I will become giddy and feel like I'm five years old. My face will heat with embarrasment and my heart will stutter with nervousness. And it's all worth it. The sweaty palms, the hitching breath, the unfocused gaze. Everything is worth it, just to see those eyes.