Falling to Pieces

Sorry! My schedule is hectic, I'm trying to find time to study for midterms, write essays, do various English related things, and handle a third year class when I'm only a first year. Cut me some slack :) Well everything has been going pretty well, regardless of how busy I've been, it's still been fun. All of my roommate's are awesome...and living in co-ed dorms is not at all as scary as I thought it would be. Anyways, while I've been having fun I have been trying to write...so here's a little something...

There were moments when
     I thought I could
           fly.
Just step off this edge
     Spread my wings
          and soar.
But I'm finding with time
       That my hope is
          fleeting.
And the passion I had
       Is falling into
          pieces.

Missing Home

This is going to be an early blog because I am hopefully having a movie night tonight. Lately I've really been missing home and my Oma and Opa...so for a little comfort I had cheez whiz on celery sticks and I feel alot better. It's weird how such small things can remind you so strongly of some people.

Small feet, pressed into the
sink.
Small hands, holding a ripe
tomato.
Small teeth, clicking
together.
Small eyes, dancing with
light.
Small smile, spreading as she
moves.
Small heart, missing what shouldn't be
gone.

Moving Moons

Sorry again for the leave of absence. I have finally settled down in dorms and have succesfully moved everything, with the help of a few others. It's weird being here, it makes everything seem so different. Atleast when I lived with my Best Friend it felt like home, here it feels open and empty and confusing. It's scary to finally realize that you've moved out and you're growing up and becoming your very own person. Not that you weren't already...but it just seems so much more intense.

A city glows,
   Beneath a broken mountain
 chain.
      Watching as
the sun dips low and
    the moon
                 rises
    again.

Painted fists.

Grrr. Fights with people are never worth the time, but it seems they're rather hard to escape. And some days, though I am not proud of it, I like to start arguements. Anyways, on to something a little more pleasent. My bestfriend and I are working out way through all of the Harry Potter movies. We are both huge Harry Potter nerds and if you gave me a chapter title in one of their books, I could give you quite the description of what happens within the chapter. Because I am in such a nerdy, Harry Potter mode, I'm going to share with you a wonderful clip to watch on youtube that will help you understand the movies. I'm not really in the mood for writing so it's all you're going to get. Enjoi...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y57sYHIDP_Y  

I hope this works for you. If not the video is called 'Harry Potter in 99 seconds' by Paint

Struggle for School

So a bag of popcorn and three Harry Potter movies later, I am still adjusting to my first weekend moved out.  Last week was my first week of Unviersity, which by the way, is awesome. Anyways, I have been to one of each of my classes and it was amazingly cool, I knew that it would be different from high school, but I didn't realize just how different it would be. Also some personal life styles have been changed and altered, whether or not they are for the better, is still under question. And yes I know this blog maybe be scattered brained and not make much sense, but I'm kind of just figuring it out for myself. On Monday I am heading to the movies with a friend and have no idea what we should watch. It's a rather serious dilemma.


As your lips
        pressed mine. And your
 arm caught my waist.
    I pulled and turned and
twisted. An effort
      lost on you.
  My hands pressed against
your chest. Hammering
         against your
 pounding heart.
     It's a struggle
  to pull away, but not
because I can.

Comments!!!

Hey all, so I need some serious feedback! Not just on wether or not you like the blog, but which you prefer, my poetry or prose? And as the little side bar says, it would be really great if you left you're intials or even emailed me at either miapapaya@hotmail.com or mia.papaya.13@gmail.com . Thank you guys, it would be greatly appreciated...now for some creativity :)

It burns me, right through
    to my soul.
 Devouring as it goes,
      quick in its
  destruction.
And just as the hatred
          falters, a new
   sensation is born.
Something close to desire,
       lust driven and
 heated.
     And as the passion
   mounts I become
                      uncertain.
Is it hate,
                  or love.

University Prose

Very sorry for the leave of absence, I have been moving and sorting out my University courses. Which i going very well I might say. I have only had one class so far but I am already enjoying myelf. Hopefully it will only get better. I am also hopeful that I will get into residence soon! It'll be awesome! Tonight I'm going to give you one of my poems and also a poem by a favorite writer of mine. Enjoi...

With a hand this cold,
A breath this sharp,
A heart this solid,
And a Jaw so set.
How is it I love you?

(That one was mine...second is one by William Carlos Williams)

~The Red Wheelbarrow~

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.