I think on my home in starwood in aspen

all my friends and the snow covered hills

oh my friends are the snow covered hills

john denver

Dear Prongs,

I miss you more than you and the Marauders more than you know.

I'm really sleepy but before I go to sleep, I thought I'd let you know that you mean the world to me and I am so lucky to have you as friends.

I wish I had more time: I've been meaning to call but I haven't even had time to cry.

much lurve,

Moony

Life is an adventure as of late

and

I find there is not enough time;

the sands are slipping down the neck of the hourglass

at a frightening pace

and

I find myself asking: where have all the flowers gone?

my last

farewell

prefer not to be the fool

I was asked today, rather spontaneously, if I liked surprises.

out of habit, I answered without thinking: "YES!"

and then... my brain caught up with my mouth.

and all that was running through my head was "uh, actually, I prefer not to be the fool."

I hate being the last to know about something. I hate to be excluded.

and, come to think of it, I don't know if I've ever been properly surprised before, so how do I know if I like surprises or not?

sure, I've been surprised in the "EGADS! you just popped around the corner and I nearly peed my pants from fright!" way and the "ooh I didn't expect you to get me a present! how nice!" way.

but I've never been surprised in the "I'm going to tell you that you have a surprise coming your way... and then not tell you what it is" way.

and I've decided that it's aggravating.

because you learn way too much about yourself in those moments waiting for your surprise.

I've decided that the only way to come out of this scenario without being let down, due to excessive contemplation over what the surprise could be, is to act like nothing is ever going to happen.

because, for all I know, they're just yanking my chain. and frankly, I probably don't deserve a surprise anyway.

liberated

a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix. He knows there's worse things than being alone.

I do not read the reviews.

No, I am not singing for you.

let's not shit ourselves (to love or be loved)

Bright Eyes

abandoning blueprints

can I say it?

that I'm happy with who I've become

can I scream it?

that I'm ready to keep on growin'

then why is it?

Why is it? that no one is listening?

the hammer hits the nail but it has no effect:

"This is Me."

they ignore it. and swivel in place, giving a false sense of motion. but, like screws, they just bore themselves farther in, until their eyes are level with the facade.

I should have realized sooner that I do not need permission--

I have never needed permission--to change,

regardless of the blueprints.

who would ever want to be king?

good question.

we'll soon find out

but they might not understand after

release'''

skyward

When you find out everything you're looking for
All that's left is an empty house with the boarded doors
"No" means that I waited as long as I could
Little hopes that's from the heart that's made of wood

boarded doors

the morning benders

I have arguments in my head and I always win

as I clean out the deepest and darkest corners of my room, all I can do is laugh. laugh at all the amounts of JUNK I've kept over the years!



sometimes the only thing you can do to win is to laugh.

I was a postcard
I was a record
I was a camera until I went blind
Now I'm riding all over this island
Looking for something to open my eyes

train underwater
bright eyes

PRETTY PRETTY PRETTY

I'm a pretty pony princess!!!!!

it's not personal, the universe will help you now

go on

do what you gotta do

you've got your dreams I've got mine too

be strong

get off at the next stop

don't worry about a thing

keep taking it easy

come on, take your dreams where nobody can find them

come on, you know I won't be happy 'til you've won

so come on, come on over, borrow my clover

is there anything left that you haven't done?

four leaf clover

badly drawn boy

two birds

Two birds of a feather
Say that they're always gonna stay together
But one's never going to let go of that wire
He says that he will but he is a liar

Two birds on a wire
One tries to fly away and the other
Watches her close from that wire
He says he wants to as well but he is a liar

two birds
regina spektor

orders of the night

release. believe. remember. forget.

breathe.

breathe.

insist on optimism.

remember why.

sleep it off.

have faith.

have strength.

have love.

things change

things change so quickly. but I don't know why others expect me to as well. just because my emotions are off the charts

And now I don't know why,
but I still try to smile when they talk at me like I'm just a child.
Well, I'm not a child.
No, I am much younger than that.

newsoul

I'm going to need a longer line.

note to the brain sister

1. I'm thirsty.

2. thanks for the tough love, though I seem to be getting more of my fair share lately. :)

3. teach me photography things in exchange for music theory lessons... my camera hates me.

4. renaming people names like "poopilus" is fun. hey, it's 4 in the morning: what else should I be doing?

5. evaluation is key. I don't want to be one of those people that blunders through their life convinced that everything that went wrong was caused by others. I need to take some time to figure out who I think I am, who I actually am, what I believe, and what I want to become. it's gonna be a long process. but who knows, maybe I'll give up

6. pessimism is my security blanket. it helps shield me from the harsh, cruel world of reality.

6.5 don't worry, I'm actually an extremely optimistic and hopeful person. even the most convincing pessimists are.*

7. I'm hungry.

8. I wallow, I jiggle, I sit on a pickle. I yawn, I creep, I sit on a leaf. I know what I'm doing, yo :)

9. thanks for the lovetidbits.

10. I listened to the neutral milk hotel's cd all the way through today. I have no idea why I never did before.

*this is an ancient secret. now that you know, you must loan me your kidney in repayment. don't worry, I'll give it back because I have no need for a kidney.

mental tug

I had a feeling once

That you and I

Could tell each other everything

For two months

But even with an oath

With truth on our side

When you turn away from me

It’s not right

I think you're a contra

My revolution thoughts

Your little arrows of desire

I want to trace them to the source

And the wire

But it’s not useful now

Since we’ve both made up our minds

You’re going to watch out for yourself

And so will I

I think you're a contra

And I think that you’ve lied

Don’t call me a contra

Till you’ve tried

You wanted good schools and friends with pools

You’re not a contra

You wanted rock and roll, complete control

Well, I don’t know

Never pick sides

Never choose between two

Well I just wanted you

I just wanted you

I think ur a contra

Vampire Weekend

congratulations! (note to myself)

1.You were smart once

2. You are now a lump of mush now. Useless mushy mess. Messy mush. mussy mesh.

3. Watch out for the quicksa-- oh, too late

4. oh look, you're playing therapist again. you listen well.

5. where is your independence? just because it's not the fourth doesn't mean things have changed: you are free from the mother land! don't you remember?

6. pull yourself together

7. there you go, damn straight! straight to hell.

7.5 wowie, that was a stupid move. remember, you're the one with the shovel. digging your own grave.

grave of FREEDOM. remember that! in death there is life! new life! BETTER LIFE.

8. what is my life?

9. what IS life?

10. too many philosophical questions, my cue for bed time.

11. in the morning, I shall be whole and sane. of that, I will be grateful.

12. in the morning, I'll remember what true love is.

Who's Got Two Thumbs and Likes BJs?

Okay, right, so this one time there was a lion. Called, BJ. (BJ standing for Billie Jean, obv.) The lion was like, "woah, guys, I'm live in the Sahara desert but there isn't any water there."

So President Obama was like, "my specialty is unicorns but I guess I can help out a fellow badass."

Barackandroll sent Airforce 1 to go get BJ and they brought him to Switzerland. BJ did a lot of sightseeing, getting his picture taken next to that giant statue of Freddie Mercury but then he said to Mr. Obama, "This is nice and all but I'm still really thirsty." And Obama said, "You ungrateful little feline, I will kill you."

So not only was BJ slowly dehydrating, but he was now on the run from the US government as well. ROUGH.

He ran all ze way to the ocean side and there he was like, "OMG SO MUCH WATERZZZ" and he began to drink and didn't stop until he passed out.

While he was passed out, a lonely zookeeper passed by and put him in his truck, thinking what a lovely new addition he would make to his collection at the local zoo.

BJ woke up in a cage, angry and mad from the seawater. He spent his days hanging at the bars and making the zoo-goers feel uncomfortable. He did this for weeks until one Frenchwoman was totes unphased by his staring, BJ immediately fell into passionate, interspecies love. The Frenchwoman, being super rich, bought BJ from the zoo and took him home, jibbering in French the whole way. BJ only spoke Swahili but whatever she said sounded beautiful to him.

The next day, she put him back into the car and brought him to a sterile white building that said "TAXIDERMY" on it and BJ was like, "yo, I don't know what that means. I wonder if this is a place to get married at."

The shriveled old man who worked there grinned upon seeing the beautiful Frenchwoman walk in. "Que pouvons-nous faire pour vous?" He asked.

"J'ai besoin d'un nouveau tapis." She responded, smiling sweetly down at BJ. He looked blissfully at her as the shriveled man led him into a backroom. She waved.

THE END.

JUST KIDDING..... EPILOGUE.

The lovely Frenchwoman was preparing her dinnertable for two when the doorbell rang. She answered it to the sexy visage of President Barack Obama. "Hello, Mistaaah Prezedant," She said in her thick accent.

"Sup" He responded.

He followed her to the kitchen through the den, where on the floor lay a new lion's-coat rug, head intact with teeth bared. Obamarama stopped and considered. "Hey, babe, is this new?"

"Oui!" She called from the next room. "Pourquoi?"

Obamaramadingdong nudged it with his shiny black boot. "No b. Just thought it looked kinda familiar." He shrugged, then walked to the kitchen.

"No matter..... I'M HUNGRAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!"

THE ACTUAL END.

A fantabuloso story by Kaitlin Elizabeth "Cupcake" III

if

IF you were coming in the fall,
I ’d brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year,	5
I ’d wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.
If only centuries delayed,
I ’d count them on my hand,	10
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen’s land.
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I ’d toss it yonder like a rind,	15
And taste eternity.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of time’s uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.	20

Emily Dickinson

I must remember

I must remember that I do not have to settle:

I do not have to accept the world and all of its injustices.

I do not have to be complacent or tolerant.

I can and should and shall fight for a world in which equality truly is equality and vitality, vitality!

too much

No one knows you, till is over

No one wants to, till is over

It's as though I'm too young

It's as though I'm too... young

My lips are pale blue

My shivering half-moon

My last night's lost tune

It's the end of the end of the end

We're sinking friendships

We drown more and more

Jonsi

Sinking Friendships

Priorities

So you trade for liquor for blood,

In an attempt to tip the scales.

I think you lost what you loved

In that mess of details

They seemed so important at the time

Now you can’t even recall

Any names, faces, or lines;

It’s more the feeling of it all

An Attempt to Tip the Scales

Bright Eyes

lies

So I'm just the medicine

you take when you're sick

you get well and that's it

I'm put back on the shelf in your mirror

And it isn't exceptional

The course of our fate

so, people love and they hate

and I guess it's just our turn to hate

And you think I'm an asshole now

well, you're probably right

but at least I'm not blind to the facts

I've been wishing were lies

I've been eating for you

Bright Eyes

the softest place

I want to curl up in a soft, soft place

and ne'er come out.

the softest, softest place.

so swaddle me, cuddle me, caress

embrace me with all that you have

here I'll stay

ne'er to wake--

to forever dream

until I sprout wings

and when I do (for I shall one day!):

deck me in shades of purple! yellow! green!

clad me in colors I have never seen

let me become the woman I've always longed to be

Today was supposed to be the day

Molecules decide to change their form

Laws of physics lose their sway

Youthful indiscretion now is suddenly the norm

With the good kids sprouting horns,

And today was supposed to be

Not just another day

Opposite Day

Andrew Bird

silent musings

Yesterday was the Day of Silence, meant to bring attention to the anti-LGBT name calling, bullying etc. that happens in schools. I participated, as did one of my college friends. We spent the day together, silently studying in the library, eating lunch and dinner and walking about campus. While it may seem like this would be an awkward and uncomfortable way to spend the day, I was actually the happiest I've been all week.

I found it really refreshing to not speak all day, to be immersed in my thoughts all day. Too often, I rush through my day, not taking any time to just sit back and wonder. And it was lovely to just walk beside someone, without feeling obligated to keep the conversation going. As we walked across campus, I observed so many things around me that I wouldn't have even noticed had I been having a conversation: the scurrying of the squirrels, the joyful daffodils, the papery bark of the birch. Though it is easy enough to experience and notice these things while walking by oneself, I feel silently experiencing and sharing these things with someone else is one of the most wonderful things in the world.

Later, as we sat in the library, I found myself daydreaming about astronauts, Plato's Cave, faith and scientism, whether medicinal advance truly improved our lives: anything that crossed my mind. Though it would have been nice to have a conversation about these things with someone else, it was nice to simply collect my own thoughts and not be influenced by those who speak first and think after.

Perhaps I embraced the silence for the wrong reason: the silence was supposed to a symbol for the silence that overwhelms the LGBT community. While the silence that chokes the LGBT community is deathly and harmful, the silence I discovered yesterday was beautiful, life-changing. I can't wait for the day when we have no need to protest anymore, when the world is at peace and we can all experience the soul-stirring silence I caught a glimpse of yesterday.

run free... into the wild

We all grow old, use your life

The world goes and flutters by

Use your life, you'll know you are

Use your life, the world goes and flutters by

Use your life, you'll know you are

Electricity wires are down

Rainbow colours fade into brown

I dreamt you were smiling, shifting for good

Courageous boy, now you are gone

and run past the years, no place to go

Your spirit is grand, so life goes on

You are

You are

Boy Lilikoi

Jonsi

rebirth

hello world, I have missed you

holylovelylife

spontaneous psychoticness

Tonight in choir practice, we were singing a hugely emotional song called "Calling My Children Home." Every time I sing it, I get very emotional and feel very protective... of children I don't even have. My choir director, not knowing this, was imploring the group to think about the words of the song and to try to fathom what it means to be willing to give up your life for your child. In one final effort to convey his point, he said seriously:

"This is LIFE we're singing about!" and at these words......

DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Da DAAAAAAAAAAAAA da da da da dAAAAAAAAAAA (da da! da da! da da! da da! da da da)

Now, I don't know if you quite understand how unfortunate it was to be in head at this moment in time. See, at this moment, the intro to "Dancing Queen" popped into my head, along with an image of a pink and orange animated flower erupting from the marble floor. It was sort of like the Lion King’s “I can’t wait to be King” scene in spirit and excitement level! (“ahh, now I understand,” you say. Exactly.)

Unfortunately, my choir director had no idea what was currently going on in my brain… so he had no clue as to why I would be smiling so dreamily when he had so recently implored us to think about dying…

If only he knew what was really going on in my mind!

I am so thankful I did not have to explain my unusual behavior because while it is easy enough to describe, it is not an easy task to examine why the first image that pops into my head at the mention of "life" is a colorful, swaying animated flower, growing rapidly to the tune of Dancing Queen!

hello darkness

where are you going?

(i'm still here)

big echo

I made an excuse

and you found another way to tell the truth

I put no one else above us

We'll still be best friends when all turns to dust

excuses

the morning benders

I am alive, I am alive,

and that is the best that I can do.

You go near your light,

I swore you were mine.

I'd take you back a thousand times.

tonight we'll drink to an early grave,

we'll laugh but we will not be saved,

someone has dressed us all like clowns.

dress me like a clown

margot and the nuclear so and so's

breathe deeply

and dream

it's ironic; it's spring but I've never felt so plutonic

part of the mystery

I've seen a child

He's caught in the sad trap of gravity

He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree

and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity

Next time he will not aim so high

yeah, next time neither will I

let's not shit ourselves (to love or be loved)

Bright Eyes

boomerang

It took so long to figure out

what this book has been about

you will. you? will. you? will. you? will

Bright Eyes

stripped

My head feels weak

and suddenly

it's clear to see

it's not them but me,

who has lost my self-identity.

As I hide behind

these books I read,

while scribbling

my poetry,

like art could save a wretch like me,

with some ideal ideology

that no one could hope to achieve.

And I am never real;

it is just a sketch in me.

And everything I made is trite

and cheap

and a waste

of paint,

of tape,

of time.

waste of paint

Bright Eyes