Mantra

So good

You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for twenty-nine years
-The National

I see hearts everywhere

Telling people how you feel is the first step to feeling better.

Build Things

Create.

Balance

Wait. But don't wait too long. Work hard. But don't forget how to play. Sing loudly. But don't learn all the words. Wonder. But not so much that you lose yourself. Read magazines. But read more books.
Love.

Monday

Who you want to be is not nearly as important as who you are right now.

No storm is so bad that you can't learn something from it. You can grow in a storm. You can thrive. Rain cleans the air.

A kiss is never just a kiss

...It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.
-James Baldwin


That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
-F Scott Fitzgerald

Love Letter

After all, Anne Frank could still say: "Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy."

Sigh

Writers didn’t have to be good at sports.
They stayed inside for long periods of time.
They often wore glasses. But strangers
were moved by what they accomplished
and wrote them letters. One day
one of those strangers would introduce
herself to me, and then
the life I’d never been able to foresee
would begin, and everything
before I became myself would appear
necessary to the rest of the story.
-Lawrence Raab

Today

My favorite thing about being an Artist is not having an alarm clock.
I feel most loved when I wake up. There is so much to do in one day.
My desire to make people happy is what inspires me the most when I write.
I have the ability to try, fail, and then try again...thanks to my blog.
The way my heart beats can help me change an entire day. I love making connections.I question everything and observe every moment I see. It is inspiration. Even if someone is hurting my feelings, I look at it in a way where I can use it and not get used by it. Love is my rebellion. To give a fuck and say it is my nature.
It is the small things we get to see and be a part of every day.If I don’t practice my guitar or write a piece or make something every single day, I don’t feel right.Not only do I get to go out and do fun, strange things, but I get to share it to a world that has open ears! Knowing that someone else might even get a few minutes of fun out of my blog feels incredible.I am alive and lost and lonely and it's going to be okay. I know it sounds a bit trite but I know I am loved.

-B

Quest

Dear Love,


My feelings have been more subtle than my words.
Please excuse me. I have been talking more and not thinking as much.
I hope that I have become more valuable to you.
Ever since I have become a romantic rebel I have been collecting proof.
I see so many things that pay tribute to you. It has been quietly intoxicating.
I carry you in my heart. I see you perfectly in the soft lighting.
My speech has been modulated but my nerves still sting.
You give me the ability to enhance my expressions.
You with all of your charm. There is no way you could ever disguise yourself as plain.
Because I am a erudite writer you get to peek into my window.
Your abstruseness on the other hand keeps me guessing.
You exist because I never leave. My desperate ways staple you down.
Give up your lucrative profession for a while and come get me.
I will become an aerialist and hang above your bed.
Just to watch you fall asleep. It might make more sense.
I love the way you listen to me. Give me your hand and I will show you what I cannot say.
My poetry is advertised for your comprehension. It sparkles for you.
Your virile nature is obvious in your questions. My inexorable mouth will always speak the truth.
Lots of Ideas. And I know them all. I could never neglect.
I immerse myself in your memory. My evasive habits will no longer be shown.
Come on, let's go. I will sit and wait with my unblinking eyes.

Yours truly,
me

Oh my...

...In you the wars and the flights accumulated. From you the wings of the songbirds rose.
You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time - in you everything sank!
This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing, and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!
-Pablo Neruda

love this band!

Subtle

i wish i knew you well
it could never get exhausting
if you could only see
how much you invaded my days
because of the impetuous break
i am searching
for a continuation
hanging around
nothing has failed
so i will continue to see colors
i spiral around your memory
like a prison i brought myself to
never a lost cause
i am never sorry
i always feel this way
it's hard to leave you alone
coming and going
just want to show you
a place we have never been to before
we can't let our fate down
not looking around for answers
my space has been empty for a while
no passengers
i laugh
i hear music
there are batches of songs to remind me
now i can write
all of it down
my days are spent at the beach
my nights reading
always left with silence
maybe i can be yours
so we can be allowed to lay towards the ground
like a net you catch all of my flattery
all of my pretty words
making wild waves
never more alive
my arms make a necklace around your shoulders
living only for this
emotionally rich
your encouragement keeps me traveling
on this road i have been walking on
my dream
with you standing by
-B

within your heart keep one still secret spot where dreams may go.

Speak to the sky. Ask for gifts. Swing.

Happy Friday

Words can be wonderful - and why limit oneself to a mediocre vocabulary? I challenge ye to incorporate one of these felicitous phrases into your speech every day!


Aestivate To summer, to spend the summer.
Beatific Befitting an angel or saint.
Beleageur To exhaust with attacks.
Blandiloquent Beautiful and flattering.
Ebullient Bubbling with enthusiasm.
Effervescent Bubbly.
Epicure A person who enjoys fine living, especially food and drink.
Erstwhile At one time, for a time.
Eschew To reject or avoid.
Etiolate White from no contact with light.
Evanescent Vanishing quickly, lasting a very short time.
Exuberant Enthusiastic, excited.
Foudroyant Dazzling.
Fugacioius Running, escaping.
Gambol To skip or leap about joyfully.
Imbroglio An altercation or complicated situation.
Inglenook The place beside the fireplace.
Inure To jade.
Jejune Dull; childish.
Languor Listlessness, inactivity.
Lassitude Weariness, listlessness.
Lilt To move musically or lively.
Loquacious Talkative.
Luxuriant Thick, lavish.
Mellifluous Sweet-sounding.
Obsequious Fawning, subservience.
Odalisque A concubine in a harem.
Oeuvre A work.
Paean A formal expression of praise.
Panacea A complete solution for all problems.
Panoply A complete set.
Pastiche A mixture of art work from various sources - like this blog, in fact!
Peccadillo A peculiarity.
Peregrination Wandering, travels.
Petrichor The smell of earth after a rain.
Plethora A great excess, overabundance.
Potamophilous Loving rivers.
Propinquity An inclination or preference.
Pyrrhic Victorious despite heavy losses.
Quintessential The ultimate, the essence of the essence.
Redolent Sweet-smelling.
Scintillate To sparkle with brilliant light.
Sempiternal Forever and ever.
Sussorous Producing a hushing sound, like flowing water.
Tintinnabulation Ringing

Agree

"If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself...
The world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass...
Be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy."
-Max Ehrman's Desiderata

and my heart- you can't plan on the heart, but the better part of it, my poetry is open.

There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.
-Just Listen

"After many incredibly heavy and vague days, today I experienced an hour of sunshine in the woods."
-Rainer Maria Rilke

Sigh

"It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great person is one who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson



"Any little thing is an encouragement, that life is really all right."
-Rob Wolders

I Practice Dreaming Here

Duality

see how attentive i have been
been moving past with slow feet
bewildered hands open
ready to catch
whatever you may throw
while you stand
only half-awake
displaying the hesitation
i get weird
helpless against the questions
tracing the outline in my mind
with the thin thoughts of worry
so desperate
i howl at you
in the darkness
seeking your praise
in order to procure your heart
i pity my bed
i lay next to my desire
melting
my intolerant dreams
hold you close
so we can wake up together
just to watch you disappear
while i give in to my two-faced day
curious mistrust
because i can't hear you through the bad reception
the space is shrinking
now with only one eye for you
what i thought has been thought for too long
i have love for the name
that fit the season

-B

Fog

i want to feel like i am starting all over
i am one stop away from losing it
no breaks
even the bleakest moment fits in
want tomorrow to emerge
bring gifts
since i feel empty
this world is too disappointing
a mess
crazy
like bad weather
my day is destroyed

-B

Reading

Listening to...

My Pet Saddle

Love this band

Dreams are Necessary

Music News

Amazing. Trust me.

Glitter

the birds sing to me each morning
like i am their hostess
and like me
music is their first choice
the perpetual light
allows me to write
like i am made for happiness
my fierce passion is never tame
my outrageous stories
stretch over my poetry
making it more interesting
my twenties are vanishing
while i become more sincere
handling truth like it's on fire
writers never conceal
not having
makes me create
my hunger compliments my art
exchanging time
and being inspired
which is a creative thing to be
lets me dive deep
i like going underground
lowering my tone
my blind ideas
can land on anyone's lap
free to emote
even if i am making it up as i go along
this is
my shiny period

-B

Hello

slow summer
your musicality
twirls me
your heat seals the fire
nothing can dilute this spark
these feelings linger like my perfume
never old
never forgotten
you live in my window at night
stuck on the moon
i can see my favorite sight
even the pure afternoon hums your name
in-between my sun rising and falling
the wind delivers you to me
as quiet as a robber
you walk with me
our past is not our only friend
we can stay here with the hidden stars
create a diary of dreams
become soft like water
drifting free in the sea of things
these words in my mouth sing
all of this recognises us
i stand outside the walls
and join the mood
the night's influence
allows me to inherit you again
this summer is following you


-B

The Hitchhiker

like a hitchhiker
i am ready to go in any direction
my quick mouth
can't run faster than me
unafraid
migrating seems like a favorable habit
my life does not satisfy me
searching
i do not feel the same
all of these mechanical people who never want to be broken
it is because i was distracted from my own chaos
never refusing the lessons
that i am able to change my rhythm
speak of my reflections
and
not lose contact with what matters
always on the run
from me
my heart
my empty bed
superimposing my new dreams
by walking with wheels
creating a new character
based on intention and my wild ideas
my sumptuous mind is willing to go homeless
for a while
designing new tracks
participating in my life
testing my new camera

-B

Forever-Dreams

everyone deserves love. it is the balance. even if it is just a person offering it to themselves. because we are all here, so we are already a chapter in that book. never doubt dreamers.

Blah,Blah,Blah

i feel crazy

working on it
i am all of these words
lost angeles
i sleep with you every night
what i do

my small successes
seem to always be the subject
even to strangers
talking about it
leaves me idle
stupid men with all of their static
i refuse to give in

always in all ways in solitude

sorry i am closed
is one sign i wish to wear
small converstaion hurts

i don't hide my secrets

my inner lfe is unraveling

by letting it out

it becomes new

here is the picture of my heart

seems to me i am looking for something

sometimes
i am lonely

sometimes
i give a fuck


-B

sigh