October 2008
4 posts
Split My Heart by Ibn Hazm
This is a piece of Islamic poetry written in Cordoba of Al Andalus, an Arabic name given to those parts of the Iberian Peninsula governed by Muslims or Moor, at various times in the period b/w 711 and 1492.
Split My Heart
How I wish I could split my heart with a knife, put you inside then close up my chest.
so that you could be in my heart and not another’s until resurrection and the day...
Lullaby
Lay with me, love and tell my soul your secrets.
I’ve been searching for your heart, so where is it you keep it?
Is it locked away underneath your worries, memories, and key?
Will you let me hold it, love? Could you ever put your trust in me?
I’ve been waiting for your hand to touch my face, my soul this way
And I want you to know that I’m here, love, here to stay.
I...
September 2008
3 posts
untitled
Draped in the typical dress, maybe you have ordinary ways, but I think masked in simplicity is a manifesting destiny, perhaps of you draped in me in these ordinary days. Just brown eyes, just brown hair, six feet, who should care, but I melt, I desire, I distantly admire, you in entirety, all of you that sits before me. Ordinary is now an exceptional quality. I want to be yours and ordinary.
Excerpt my novel from "Waverly Road"
Entry #2772
Mathieu called out to me from the doorway of my grandfather’s library. Lying on top of one of the gigantic bookshelves, I beckoned him to come in.
“How did you get up there, Eddie.” I smirk with one arm hanging over the side.
“I climbed, Mathieu, I climbed.” He shook his head refusing to indulge my supposed bad behavior.
“You were missed in the lesson today. I believe your uncle pays...
Letter of Declaration
Constriction, the possibilities as they are are narrowed significantly. I’m not caught off guard as it were maybe weeks ago whilst I believed that circumstances would consistently be the way you lead me to believe, but you keep changing and fading, flipping this situation that cannot be called a relationship.
Conviction, I wait for you to consciously give it, to be obvious, to admit it...
August 2008
2 posts
Grad School List
Here is goes, my wish list. I start the road to Grad School.
New York University
Emory
Columbia University
Syracuse University
University of Chicago
University of Edinburgh
Indiana University
Michigan State University
Boston University
“When I hear someone say, “Life Is Hard” I’m tempted to...”
– Sydney Harris
July 2008
11 posts
Speak
Preface: This is a prose written for my cohort. There are a few inside jokes and hints, but I thought I’d put it up anyway.
Speak
Speak
Utter words
Articulate sounds with the ordinary voice
Deliver an address
Discourse
Communicate vocally,
Mention
Emit a sound as a musical instrument
A word with 25 definitions
A word they have learned means one thing in particular, Action.
They have...
Fresh
Fourth in the Hands I Hold Series
I pictured the first guy to ever make me cry, a lot taller and ….whiter. What can I say I have a thing for the pale and lanky…I pictured a first kiss in an art museum examining Degas and Manet, exploring what abstract meaning the literal creations offer. I pictured watching, no, critiquing good films and laughing at obnoxious ones. I pictured him…just like me, I...
June 2008
10 posts
First
Part 3 of the Hands I Hold Series
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.-Kahlil Gibran
I remember my first love as if is the greatest memory I will ever hold. I was three. I had just moved to a neighborhood and I wandered down the street with my cousin. Sitting on a stoop with her mother sat the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. While my cousin...
Check Up
Dad: Hey T., your mom and I were just thinking you haven't been home for a check-up in a while. You should come down a weekend.
Me: Yeaaah, you act like I'm avoiding home because I don't want to go to the doctor.
Dad: I would.
Me: I'm too busy to come home now. Maybe August. I'll try not to catch the HIV or the GAY before then.
India Arie-The Heart of the Matter
Julie got me...
Reality
After a long weekend of boozing and eating things that were not so good for my health I came home Sunday night and went right to bed. I woke up the next day and got ready for school, I went through my Monday routine like always, GRE Math prep then library seclusion for the next few hrs. I realized that I had an appointment in downtown GR so I went downtown later that day and met with my...
"Friend-Molested"
Me: I hope you "like-dar" works
Karina: noooo my like-dar will NEVER work. That is why you need to be there, or ill get friend molested.
Me: LMAO, "friend-molested" is a new vocab word
Karina: I'll be like so yeah dave wants to go to this party
and i think it'll be fun, but he said i should not wear underwear.
why do you think that is? weird right?? and then ill go to the party
and in like 10 minutes call you and be like IT'S A SEX PARTY
AND HE'S TRYING TO DO ME and it'll be your fault
Me: my fault? You better put batteries in your "Like-dar."
New Phrase- Friend Molested
Means when you are hanging out with a friend drunk or "under the influnce" and he or she has ulterior motives and want to get your pants, but you think he or she is just a caring, helpful friend. This friend is the dependable friend, the friend you haven't known that long, but just seems to always be there and help you out to the point when you just can't understand why they are so generous. For most girls, this is ANY guy you haven't known that long and by long, i mean under six months. Remember any guy who isn't family, potentially has ulterior motives, so just think all of them and be cautious. For Karina, its 99%, for me its hovering around 80 or 75% because I'm a bitch who doesn't pay attention to most guys that I could get easily, most black guys, or guys that aren't hot (This is not my opinion lol. These are not my words about myself). It varies for different types of girls, but usually its around 90% sooo watch out Or you'll get friend molested. For guys, its a little weird and definitely different in terms of percentage, but still, He or she tries to make out with you or succeeds. They take advantage of your oblivious nature or the fact that your shield is down.
Going Home
“I guess you never know what you got till its gone I guess this is why I’m here and I cant come back home And guess when I heard that when I was back home Every interview I’m representing you making you proud Reach for the stars so if you fall you land on a cloud Jump in the crowd, spark you lighters, wave em around, And if you don’t know by now, I’m talking about...
May 2008
28 posts
“A women with curves looks like she says yes. She has another glass of wine, a...”
– Whateverlolawants
“I don’t like the poor people’s vegetable’s!”
– Karina
“She threw herself at me, took off her shirt. I played with her boobs and left....”
– Mike
Lights Out-Danity Kane This is just such a hot...
New Piece
Preface: I love telling stories, pulling my insides to the outsides, being dramatic and drawing from transcending emotions. I do this often through rhyming prose. I feel like I bridge my need to flow and be rhythmic with my desire to make a clear statement. Here lies a direct and sometimes figurative piece. I’m not a writer who can’t take criticism, so if you think its crappy let me...
LXXV-
So are you to my thoughts, as food to life. Or as sweet-season’d showers are to the ground. And for the peace of you I hold such strife. As ‘twixt a miser and his wealth is found. Now proud as an enjoyer, and anon. Doubting the flinching age will steal his treasure; Now counting best to be with you alone, Then better’d that the world may see my pleasure: Sometime all full with...
Whiskey
Justin S.-Hey, Tiff, do you like Whiskey?
Tiffany-Yeah, I love it. I think Jack Daniels and coke tastes pretty sweet, but most people think its too strong.
Justin S.-yeah, I think so too. Karina hates it, do you want my drink. I have to drive. I can't drink anymore.
(I taste it, I make a weird face.)
Tiffany-It's just coke.
(He raises an eyebrow and laughs)
Justin S.-NO, its 7 and 7...and its incredibly str..ong.
(My eyes get huge and I laugh)
Tiffany-I can't taste it. Oh shit........(I shrug) Oh well, Yeah, I'll take it.
This was friday night. Panda Face and I went out to Rags. I hate Rags and didn't want to go, but it was our boy Julius' last weekend in GR and we wanted to go out. We showed up and our boys said that everything we drink was on them. We got treated. Josh, Justin, Julius, Adam, Povey, Nathan, Danny, these guys are never a bad time. I would have had a great time with them before they decided to pay for everything. I ended up getting trashed beyond comparison. Beyond a doubt, it was the most I had ever drank at a bar and the most I had ever drank in under 2 hours. I have this problem when I drink with all my friends, they can get smashed, obliterated, and FUCKED UP and they puke and puke and wake up fine, but me, I've never puked and I wake up hurting and I hurt for days. I drink just as much, but I can't manage to puke my guts out lol. Friday night, I also unfortunately have a profound memory and remember every single thing that happens during these wild nights. I had 4 or 5 vodka and Cranberries, 2 whiskey and cokes, and 1 vodka and Redbulls. I also have 7 shots, at least three were double shots and I don't exactly know what they all were, but I stop being able to taste my drinks 45 mins into getting to Rags. They just kept putting drinks in front of us. I think Karina had more shots than I. What a night! I love the guys. Love them.
Checkmate
Preface: This is a short piece I’ve reworked several times over the semester. I think it finally came together and I’d like to know what you think. It is a creative nonfiction piece based on my relationship with an ex-friend of mine, As of right now, I’m actually working on revisioning it to make it more authentic to that particular moment. ENJOY? lol
Checkmate
“Do You...
Forgiven, Alanis Morrisette (Acoustic) This is...
Lloyd-Do it in the A
No Big Thing
I went to a fantastic outdoor concert in Holland yesterday. I knew that my roomies bf Dan would be opening for another band, but I didn’t know which one. It happended to be PopEvil. There are super popular in West Michigan and everyone and their mom showed up to cheer these naive boys on. Dan’s band Headed for Zen (myspace.com/headedforzen) was pretty fucking awesome. People in the...
Miles Away-Title thanks to Panda Face
Forgive me these words my hands have set free, fore I know not what you’ll say or what you’ll think of me. I miss you like the most desolate desert misses a purest spring rain in vain. It too cries as the sun rises and regrets as it sets. I miss you like Penelope missed Odysseus. I miss your hands, your eyes, your nose, your kiss. I miss the feel of your beard between my fingertips,...
