only one February 18, 2011 in our lifetime

circa. August 2005

there is only one February 18, 2011, do we all realize that
what we do that day will happen only once
and our memories of that day are rare?

that night which i remember very well
beginning of a college semester,
psyched to go to a party to see all new freshmen

i assumed i would graduate from college
and still be in touch with everyone
and that i will see them during reunion

because we all had partied that night
laughed about freshmen's premature excitement
and walked back home in safety like a typical college night

reunion hasn't happened yet but life has happened
she died in a car accident, drunk driving
now there's only 5 of us in that picture and the memories

when the reunion happens, we will converse about that night dearly
for every day happens only once, that night will never reoccur
older and wiser, we grasp that each day is to never be taken for granted.

being your sister

the earliest reason

for my being

was to be your sister

and i am sure 

 one of the last reasons

for my being

is to be your sister, too. 

Valentine Stuff

some creative stuff during the week of valentine galore.

two sides to love

Stanzas from New Mexico State Song

the full New Mexico State Song can be found here

coffee, my vice.

Soo...I was trying to type a paper but
I did not have any coffee
this morning.

Vice, coffee has this name.
So do other things of mine that
interrupt my life and what i need to do.

i saw this somewhere,
there's no devil in hell--they r here on earth
i bet it's true and their names are Vices.

snowflakes last night

yesterday, snowflakes fell upon our home all night long
outside was bitter cold yet the scenario felt
so warm and familiar, i knew for one thing you were with us,
on the day you went away, we all had agreed that
your love for people and family were like the snowflakes
that fell upon New York City during any blizzard,  
enormous and eternal
your pouring love, like at the ending of any blizzard in the city,
made all of us beautiful.

Why Do I Write?

at 5, i believed no one understood my love for my dog that was killed by hit and run, so i wrote.

at 7, i thought i could not explain to anyone how thrilled i was to have a baby brother, so i wrote.

at 8, i imagined that i was the only one who loved the book, "Little House in the Big Woods," so i wrote.

at 11, i was worried that no one understood what moving felt like. it was a new school in a new state. instead of writing, i began to type.

at 13, i saw that my thoughts had changed in a short period of time and i was unsure of them, so i typed.

at 16, i felt like no one could understand me because i could not understand myself too, so i typed.

at 18, i was nervous that my kind of happy thoughts would set people apart from me, so i typed.

today at 24, i feel i may confuse others with my life, my thoughts, and dreams, i take them to writing.