Just Another Starved Writer

What should I be but just what I am?

Edna St. Vincent Millay, “The Singing-Woman From The Wood’s Edge” (via fuckyeahyoga)

Another update on my life!

I got into my school’s forensic (speech) team!! :D

So this Friday and Saturday, I will be going to a tournament in Tennessee, Florida, performing a collage of poetry surrounding the theme of Eve. I’m super excited, and extremely busy.

2wentysixletters:

What’s Left in the Dark #6

on the other sidethe water twinkled like spidersi’ve discovered an old promisecross my heartup to the lightthat winked a very small star

2wentysixletters:

What’s Left in the Dark #6

on the other side
the water twinkled like spiders
i’ve discovered an 
old promise
cross my heart
up to the light
that winked a
very small 
star

The first track still almost swings. High hat and snare, even
A few bars of sax the stratosphere will singe-out soon enough.

Synthesized strings. Then something like cellophane
Breaking in as if snagged to a shoe. Crinkle and drag. White noise,

Black noise. What must be voices bob up, then drop, like metal shavings
In molasses. So much for us. So much for the flags we bored

Into planets dry as chalk, for the tin cans we filled with fire
And rode like cowboys into all we tried to tame. Listen:

The dark we’ve only ever imagined now audible, thrumming,
Marbled with static like gristly meat. A chorus of engines churns.

Silence taunts: a dare. Everything that disappears
Disappears as if returning somewhere.

Tracy K. Smith, The Universe: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack

quixotic [kwik-sot-ik]

(adjective) In our list of most interesting words, quixotic is the most romantic in every sense. To be quixotic means to be excessively romantic and chivalrous; illogical, idealistic, overall dreamy. It is viewed as an over-idealism filled with absurdity.  (via wordsnquotes)

Hello new followers!

I’ve recently got notifications of new followers and I’m super excited this blog is catching on.

Just so everyone knows, I’m currently in school, and super, super busy. Today for instance, I am auditioning for my school’s forensic (speech) team. I sincerely hope I get in.

In order to keep this blog updated, I’ll try to write some snippets on my everyday life, while at the same time, stick to creative writing.

My legs tremble, tangle;
I cannot run forever.
I can hear Love pleading, ‘Please.’
No.

from Daphne by Madeline A. Windsor

I am a flicker in your life,
a small bulb on your desk.
I keep your room lit,
while you study in the night.
When you’re done,
you leave me burning.

from Desk Lamp by Madeline A. Windsor

I just thought I’d talk a little bit more of my everyday life on here.

I had a lot of spare time during the summer, and I am not the type of person to simply do one thing. When I wasn’t with my friends, I was reading, or writing, or drawing, or painting, or scrap-booking. Here are some of the results of my over active mind.

The tree I painted over a shoe box lid that I use for to put crafting supplies in. I also painted the white daisy on top of my scrapbook. The two pictures below are samples of what I do in the scrapbook.

I am by no means a master at any of these, but I love doing stuff with my hands and creating something concrete.