the feelings of self doubt and disbelief consistently convey themselves through her over the course of two weeks, she is imperfect.

the thought of imperfection kills her slowly, as her outer appearance screams perfection, 

she is failing.

she is alone and tempted, 

and slightly wounded...

not yet to be comforted...
she waits.
she misses the old persona that never felt a thing,
her loneliness and pain was hidden under a rock in which she buried deep within the threads of old tshirts and faded jeans.
whats left of her? it is all still there...twisted in the fibers of her inner most being.
waiting to come out.
as her best friend stares in amazement, and he wonders what to do next,
yet his own palms are sweaty because he to, fails her.
he fails to comfort her as she is caving in the midst of her tears...
she is still alone.
and the hugs of a friend cant compete with the unwanted feelings rising up in her gut,
she is shaking
and sweating,
her heart is churning and turning cold and slightly black,
as she is tormented by the conflicts of her mind...
she waits.
patiently,
for it to all pass by...

so whisper sweetly in my ear, and tell me what to do next,
because my head is in the clouds,
and i can't seem to come down.
so get these wandering thoughts out of mind,
before i loose my sight,
for i am bending, yet i will not be breaking.

when all the world is a stage,
i feel like mine is crumbling to my feet...
and i want selfishly to do certain things and have the time to what my heart is longing to do,
and it is the people that hold me close but it isnt the place.

as this darkness creeps up and swallows me whole,
all thats left is the big screen to tell you whats next,
so look to the stage,
because i am unaware,
as i slowly fade into the middle of nowhere.

to be here in this single space again, is worthy of a thousand words as i sit and twirl my fingers through my hair...the film unveils itself over time and cups of coffee,
as the concepts begin to brew in my head,
this life, this talent,
this beauty..
its perfectly not my own.

to be blessed is possibly an understatement.

our four season house

as the snow falls gently covering up our footsteps from the driveway to the porch,
you put your hand in mine and we wander inside,
the rug beckons for our boots, and the coat rack adorns our latest puffy jackets and scarves,
the night sky cries out for a fire and glasses of wine,
cuddle me close in warm plaid blankets.

spring rolls in and little pink blossoms bud on the barren trees out our front window,
as the frost melts away from the roof, we throw on our running clothes and take a jog,
laughing along the way and taking in the fresh air,
the sun shines brightly and the breeze is refreshingly perfect,
picnics on our porch, lemonade and sweet tea always in the fridge.

summer brings on the brightest amount of sunlight shining through our huge windows in the kitchen,
as i sit on the island in the middle and you cook a late morning breakfast,
and smile at me from time to time as i drink my coffee and check the latest online updates,
then it is sangria in the backyard, out by our pool,
as the sun kisses our skin, in the heat of the day.

fall rushes in with gusts of wind and colored leaves flutter to the ground,
we rake the front yard together and act like ten year olds again,
evening walks, and cute cardigans, this is one of my favorite seasons,
so romantic, you sweep me off my feet, and take me into town,
for an evening if memories and warmth.

over the past whirlwind of seasons,
you havent failed to hold my hand through it all
and have blessed me with sweet forehead kisses.
and in between seasons, vacations existed,
from beaches to backpacking,
we have seen plenty,
but nothing compares,
to our sweet house that is more than just that,
its a place where memories are made
and where all the seasons are seen,
its our home, together.

honeymoon stage, over.

and she sits all morning waiting for just one call,
a line with his voice linger softly,
but the call never comes....
her day drags by, and she is caught in a tangle of lies,
and questions reality,
will he stay or will he go?
and when these questions meet her answers,
she is left scared and still waiting,
as the sports channels play,
game after game,
she is caught up in a dream,
with sweet tea in hand,
she drinks the next few hours away,
and 3 months have gone by
and this is when it all wears off,
it gets real,
and the days get hard,
as she still waits,
after river dates,
and dinner time,
the night sky reigns,
then finally a sound, but only in passing,
and time continues to remain
as a backdrop in her brain,
whats left of this moment,
just frustration.

so please let them make it past this piece of time,
please let them work this out.

vantage point

there's an undeniable feeling shaking at my finger tips,
it sits in f stops and shutter speeds,
and when the perfect shot comes my way
accomplishment rushes through my bones,
and joy fills my face.

to be caught up in each other is a beautiful thing.
these thoughts are so far away...
but i can't wait.

I LOVE...

the way your eyes light up when you are proud,
the smile that breaches your face when something cute happens,
that you have never left my side,
getting to see you grow in Christ,
your maturity,
your perseverance,
your shoulders,
your strong hands,
the way your hand fits perfectly around mine,
the little kisses you give my forehead in public,
the feeling i get, knowing, i am yours,
it when you wrap your arms around my waist while i am looking in the mirror,
your sensitive side, that only i get to see,
the way you pursue me,
that you know me so well,
your decisiveness, and the fact that you are getting better at it,
your stability,
that you are levelheaded,
that you are grounded,
the feelings i get when you hold me close,
hearing your heartbeat,
seeing your face when i roll over in the morning,
feeling the calluses on your hands,
watching you interact with kids,
your love for sports,
when you wear your boots,
the way you look in jeans,
that i am comfortable around you,
that i don't have to fake it with you,
your support,
your phone calls,
your sweet words of encouragement,
your spontaneous side,
wrestling,
trying to take you out with every bit of strength i have,
your thoughtfulness,
your lips as they graze mine,
feeling your warm hands on the small of my back,
your surprises for me,
your sense of humor,
your laughter, its so awesome and contagious,
our walks together,
our countless conversation,
your leadership,
it when you ask me questions that make me think,
when you challenge me,
your aspirations,
watching sports while curled up with you,
going places with you,
looking you right in the eye when you tell me something,
when you brush my hair out of my face,
the look you get when you hold onto my fingers and gaze deeply into my eyes,

most of all that youre my best friend, forever and always.

i love that you are placed so perfectly in my life that niether you nor i can take credit for it.
i love you.

I PROMISE TO...

look you in the eyes and tell you the truth,
never look in a tempting direction,
keep my eyes on Christ first and foremost.
hold your hand, always,
hold you when you need to be held,
fit perfectly in the nook, also known as, your shoulder,
kiss you sweetly,
compliment you,
encourage you,
speak words of courage and strength into you,
pray for wisdom and leadership for you,
be slow to get angry,
talk things out when they aren't easy,
not argue based on impulse,
not run from you,
support you, no matter what,
stand in your corner and defend you,
take your opinions into consideration,
listen to every word that rolls off your tongue,
not get sidetracked easily,
thank you,
go through life, next to you, not behind or in front of you,
get better at my cooking,
reassure you and affirm you,
care for you,
go on adventures with you,
travel with you,
never miss out on making a memory together,
dance with you, even though i am not the greatest,
give almost anything a chance,
not jump too far ahead,
be strong when you can't be,
be a shoulder you can cry and a hand you can hold,
only be a phone call away, no matter how many miles separate us,
pray for you without ceasing,
always be thankful for our blessings,
grow closer to Christ through our relationship,
love people together,
glorify Christ with you,
worship alongside you,
let go of my past,
heal,
drop my baggage at the door,
embrace you, consistently,
hold you accountable,
never make our relationship a one way street,
put forth every bit of effort that i have,
not pressure you,
take you as you are, despite your past,

most of all, be your best friend,
always be there for you,
and...

I promise to not waiver in my love for you.

butterflies in a jar

all i can think is everything i feel,
the butterflies stay bottled up in tiny jars,
everytime i come around,
the excitement hits me all over again...

it seems like we have been dating for years
but in fact its the opposite,
and yet the word committment, no longer freaks me out,
or leaves me filling empty,
its crazy how one person can change that in me...

i have let you in, and asked you to be gentle,
and i have yet to be let down,
the hard times will come and go,
and we will cling steadfastly to the moments of joy...

i fit perfectly in this nook that was being shaped for me,
and your arms will never let go of me,
comfort and safety is why i stay.

so we will live for each moment we have,
and not get carried away in a future so far away,
but can't help but let a few butterflies wander ahead of us.

dreams minus details

a best friend and a boyfriend,
a dream in the car,
the snapshots of their life were laid out,
with little pieces still unknown...

the first was the next few years and the dates all aligned to make her feel beautiful,
and appreciated, late night walks under shining street lights,
tears and kisses in the dark
and early mornings of sun rays coming through the curtains,
reflecting off of her blonde hair and pale skin.

the second was the happiest moment of her life,
an engagement that was a long time in the making,
her best friend down on one knee, and the rest is up to him,
all a blur with friends gathered around a living room late at night,
telling stories of how they met and the love they shared,
while she sat hand in hand with him,
gazing down at her fingers that were intertwined,
for now and forever.

the third was the night of the greatest day of her life,
her best friend at the end of a long walkway,
her girlfriends in the most gorgeous of dresses, holding bouquets of her favorite flowers,
his friends were all suited up, with smiles on their faces, sharing the same joy he had,
the white dress was the one she once wore in her dream,
consumed in this moment,
she was stunning,
 with her tousled hair pulled softly back to the side, adorned with a white flower,
all she could think about was the life behind her and ahead of her,
she was marrying her best friend,
at this thought, tears welled up in her eyes,
she caught a glimpse of how much she is loved,
he took her hand, just like he had a few years ago,
and said i do.
surrounded by everyone that adored them together,
they danced and laughed the rest of the night away,
with glasses of wine and champagne, they toasted
about what is to come.

the fourth was an adventure, moving from one place to another,
and being a free couple together,
seeing things that neither had seen,
photographing every moment,
opening her coffee shop with him smiling at her,
because of all that she accomplished over the past years.

the last snapshot was of the house that was built just for them,
in the middle of a breathtaking landscape,
sat a house of decent size with windows and stone,
and a large porch,
 where she could sit and drink her morning cup of coffee,
and their dog would sprawl out, begging for a morning walk,
the color of the door is still undecided,
but the kitchen became one of her favorite places to be,
from the granite to the island in the middle,
it was so welcoming,
and she put her cooking to the test,
often times theyd stay up late and he would tell her she is beautiful
while she is covered in suds from dirty dishes,
she would look up at him with her big green eyes and kiss him,
and he would take her hand,
and slowly dance with her on the tile floor,
her other favorite place was her studio, that he made sure she had,
that was another promise he kept to her,
she would get up in the middle of the night, just to paint,
and watch the sunrise out the enormous window in front of her,
as she captured what she saw with her hands,
he would wake up for work and find her covered in colors,
and then he would kiss her on the forehead and tell her to get some sleep,
as he walked out the door, he smiled, because he saw things in her that she failed to see in herself,
and his best friend was finally his permanent roommate...

whats left

and the tears will continue to stain her little red dress,
as the smudged lipstick and ruined mascara remain on her face,
she is alone,
with her mistaken identity,
covered up by things that were once something,
and you took all you wanted
and left her there,
to be buried by other piles of things
to be taken away from who she was.

now what is left,
what remains of this girl that wore white dresses?

she adorns the gold and flashy things,
and slips back in the little red dress,
to take what is left,
the tiniest amount of love is thrown together with missing pieces,
and her time of healing is fast approaching.

dumb.

why do i sit here so inspired yet trapped
why i am confined to this corner with the long table and the over hanging lights,

my mind is running as fast as my feet can carry this slender frame,
and i am full speed ahead to a dream that has taken flight...

a book and a coffee shop sit in limbo,
in my mind everything would be splendid if..
i had a tattoo, a business to call my own,
a photography gallery with the occasional graffiti showing,
a project that takes me to the moon and back....
and a book that carries all my writing.
yes wouldnt that be splendid...
and maybe a vacation getaway with a certain someone...
with a little house and a big porch
and toes near the sand
with sangria in my hand.

but no..
i am still trapped to this corner.
but you know its funny the people you will meet
that come into a whirlwind of fascination...
and bring you crashing down into the reality
that you are still sitting in a coffee shop,
just daydreaming and slaving over...
books and books of photographers
in order to bring together
every bit of knowledge
for one ten page final.

and one day all of these memories will be pasted in a book followed by pictures on the opposite page,
itll categorize my life.

f8-me; f9-you

why can't I forget the mistakes?
my mind tends to play tricks, clips and movie stills
like some weird cinema event,
starring last april,
yet it is vague because those days were lived out with blurred vision, but when I see you around or hear your voice down the long hallways--all i can think of are...
the swords on the wall,
crosswalks at midnight,
the tattoo studio
and the art that it gave you,
tight jeans, leather jackets,
and late nights followed by early morning breezes
blowing softly over bare skin through the open window.

And what other girl gave you nights like these ones you cherished.
after hours of sketches and blackened dirty hands--we found comfort in cold sheets that were warmed by two bodies. we would wake up and debate trudging to class, because there we were strangers, where we carried the title of seat numbers and fake labels, F8 and F9 is what we clung to and bailed at the thought of it being anything more.
there will forever be an imprint on my mind of what monday and wednesday nights consisted of,
in which F8 would meet F9 in a comfy set of old chairs in a garage with smoke billowing from two pairs of lips that often just wanted to collide and freeze time.

little did we know--the late nights would end, the day would embrace and the sunlight would erase the night before...
Summer came...and failed to speak after that,
but were constantly reminded of our late nights by the subtlities of red chairs in class stadium seating or the smell of charcoal on my artist jeans.

so why can't i escape these thoughts?!
maybe it's because you called me, "babe"
and i gave you something that i can never get back.
i'd love to look at last april and be clean or maybe proud,
but why be proud when all that is left is a blurry memory surrounded by haze,
a memory that never should have been.
so stop showing up as a bad movie in my mind, because i am no longer the girl you saw me to be in those moments,

i am more than porcelain skin and a pair of jeans,
say what you want but everyone still knows,
i will forever remain as your muse.

progress coffee

homemade blueberry scone softly crumbles in my hands
as the latest fad walks in and out of the glass door,
this experience is unlike the others,
why? i can't seem to figure it out,
what is is about the girl with black nail polish and curly hair?
what is it about the boy with long blonde hair and a plaid shirt
or the girl with a mohawk in the corner with the bald tattoo guy?

my iced coffee hits my cold lips perfectly as the sun beats down
i am caught up in this moment,
with a book and a camera,
the epitome of simplicity,
I daydream.

i almost figured out this time that seems to freeze as i think about it,
i wanna capture the smile on the face of the brunette with dreadlocks,
i want to bring permanence to the stories the people here carry.
maybe thats where the passion for frame by frame living came from...
the idea that i can give anything beauty with a simple click,
and a fast or slow shutter, with a possible zoom lens,
well...all of that takes my breath away.

a rambling jigsaw

and its like a jigsaw puzzle waiting to be assembled,

all the pieces wait floating around in my head

waiting until this day ends.

why is it a cluster of things,

and will it ever fit together...

i can't let my dreams or my over-analyzations beat me to my own future.

so grab my hand and slow me down to the present,

bring me back to reality.

i need you to catch me, but don't clip my wings

because i crave the freedom of the adventure placed before me...

sometimes i am too fickle for my own good,

because my heart wants one thing

my body another

and my mind a third

its this complex triangle

awaiting to align.

so come back and tackle me

and then go away again,

this time for longer than before,

most likely to never return.

lets collide in the middle of july,

and then leave the rubble there.

and last semester the ballgame was different

and the stage was set all wrong

and the star of the show kept missing.

so point me in the right direction,

and show me where to go.

because i cant stop this rambling of one liners,

in this great big jigsaw.

crack the shutters-snow patrol

ou cool your bed-warm hands down on the broken radiator,
And when you lay them freezing on me, I mumble "can you wake me later?"
But I don't really want you to stop and you know it so it doesn't stop you
And run your hands from my neck to my chest

Crack the shutters open wide, I wanna bathe you in the light of day
And just watch you as the rays tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours finding new ways to be awed each minute
Cuz' the daylight seems to want you just as much as I want you

It's been minutes, it's been days, it's been all I will remember
Happy lost in your hair and the cold side of the pillow
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
Your hills and valleys are mapped by my intrepid fingers
And in a naked slumber, I dream all this again

Crack the shutters open wide, I wanna bathe you in the light of day
And just watch you as the rays tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours finding new ways to be awed each minute
Cuz' the daylight seems to want you just as much as I want you

Crack the shutters open wide, I wanna bathe you in the light of day
And just watch you as the rays tangle up around your face and body
I could sit for hours finding new ways to be awed each minute
Cuz' the daylight seems to want you just as much as I want you

the daylight wants you

and this song is on repeat as it covers me in its beauty of sound and words

as it wraps its lyrics around my body like tangled sheets in the morning,

it reminds me of waking up next to you,

when the curtains let loose the brightness of the sun

as it flows in to find two bodies,

fighting the morning, and asking it to come back later.

let the rain fall i dont care,

i am yours and suddenly youre mine.

carpio

and the comforts of this moment could never compare to the warm cups of Costa Rican coffee

and wooden benches....

half of my heart is left in a country that doesn't speak my language,

full of kids that weigh so heavy, like the latest burden,

but this is more serious than those that are my own

this is a selfless feeling in the pit of my stomach

that i can escape,

no matter how hard or far i run,

for some reason my heart is stricken for this country,

that i thought was consumed by beautiful beaches and tourists,

man, was i ever wrong,

its the ticos that will show you the greatest simple love,

and warm your heart,

its the perfect display of God's amazing works,

the possibilities before them seem so endless

in this place,

until the tears well up in my eyes and i realize they are gone again.

Carpio, Costa Rica,

you will forever...

have a part of me.

morning person in the making

and the perfect morning will go as follows..

a kiss from you on my forehead,

and then my shoulders,

as my blonde hair falls beautifully over my neck,

i can feel your hand, softly intertwined with mine,

as the smell of coffee fills the air,

i know i am home,

music starts to fill my ears,

and my sleepy eyes open

to find you at my side,

and our dog,

waiting impatiently for his morning walk,

cups of coffee and a kitchen table,

with the paper and the latest overnight blog update,

sitting, calling for my attention,

as i laugh at my morning routine,

and you stare at me quietly in admiration,

empty cups, and lingering aromas,

leash in one hand,

yours in the other,

as the three of us take

our morning walk...

and talk of the days

and countless perfect mornings to come...

four flights of stairs

i wake up early to leave late,

and the studio doors never lock,

the gallery will always be open,

i get the most satisfaction

out of all nighters

and early mornings here,

beautiful prints

and rainy days

painted hands

and stained aprons

splashes of creativity,

beckon for my eyes to see it,

the hallways are long,

and slightly daunting,

yet they cry out my name on a daily basis,

every minute spent here,

is worth it,

when my art makes it on a white washed wall,

my sense of accomplishment

hits an all time high,

and i walk out of the glass doors for the first time

and i embrace the sunlight...

all that is left before me is a world

waiting for its beauty to be captured

by a single lens,

in front of a single eye,

in a set of hands.

from your princess

the perfect day has been laid out,

with a camera in my hand

snapping every moment

of the beautfiul weather provided for us,

with the smell of beer and sunflowerseeds

we wait at the game behind home plate,

my hand resting perfectly in yours...

this is the start to a gorgeous thing,

shouts and loud fans and some bright sun,

crushed by the score board screaming 13 to 6,

we head out for round two,

to a gallery in a run down town,

we wait at the door

for the purple shirted boy to let us in

wandering the halls and rows of photos,

i catch you,

so enthralled with some kind of beauty

that i dont seem to see...

from there the adventure continues

to a private spot in the upstairs of a coffee shop,

with trees and intimate things,

you sit waiting on my to share my passions,

your face says it all,

the smile in your eyes makes me believe

i am worth every minute of your time...

prints and photographs strewn all over the table,

craving for an explanation,

and every word that flows from my lips do them justice,

from there to chinatown,

laughter and food made perfectly for my appitie,

hands to hold and kisses for my lips,

we go on,

sand volleyball and sweat,

this day is getting better, and better,

with every part of my being,

i am captivated,

by this guy that is my best friend,

later that night,

its a couch for cuddling

and cups of wine,

followed by a late night walk around this block,

that we have wandered around plenty of times,

where tears have been shed,

and love has been conveyed,

i walk clutching your hand in mine,

never wanting to let go,

as my darkest secrets roll off my tongue

and tears come streaming,

you hold me,

and reassure that i am without blemish in your eyes,

this moment will mark the beginning,

as you ask a question that i anticipated,

and with a huge goofy smile,

my best friend becomes my boyfriend,

and this perfect day marks the end of my past

and the beginning of our future,

so here's my trust in this little jar,

and here's my heart in the other,

don't let any of them go.

and you dont know this...

but your letter will remain...

in my hands,

in my back pocket,

in my jacket pocket,

in my backpack,

in my car,

on my fridge,

and in my heart,

until you return for me.

there could never be another

where'd all this sweetness come from, best friend?

this caring soul you posses is shining through

and a smile cant help but breach my face,

your perseverance is impeccable,

as you chase me around from year to year

and not an angry frown as controlled your thoughts,

country music, boots, and dancing in the kitchen,

is something i hated before you swept me off my feet,

and these moments make me joyful,

and not just happy temporarily.

i have burnt the bridges in my past

and left that baggage on the last plane,

ready and willing to embark on the next adventure,

so please be patient, as you care for me,

because i am not quick to accept it,

you have the boys from before to thank for my callused heart.

so read my expression of love,

and take it as a grain of salt,

because this isnt easy for me

as you soften my heart

and lead me,

i cant help but be grateful

for such a beautiful thing.

best friend,

thanks for never permanently leaving my side,

through thick and thin,

youre the only guy that has picked up all the broken pieces,

stringing them back together isn't going to be easy,

but you will have some help,

so don't let go when it gets rough,

because thats what the others did,

don't lead me into darkness,

because i am giving you my trust,

get ready,

you might want to buckle up,

this adventure appears to be a long one,

filled with beautiful stops and time to smell the flowers.

the rushes

the tiny white flowers set the contrast in her wavy locks of blonde, the white beauties entangle themselves softly, kind of like those sweet images of warm coffee on cold mornings, the little tidbits of the day get lost in the files of the major events.

her face is better left to the rays of the sun, tan from the hours spent outside...with the light hitting her just so perfectly her weary eyes start to gleam.

her heart is so soft and full of love, and tends to hurt whenever anyone around her is hurting, for this is a beautiful thing for her, because she used to sit cold and numb to the thoughts and the feeling of others.

the emptiness is deeply dwelling in her depths as she is waiting for it to disappear,

but the longer the days the more it stays.

she is just sitting, no longer in the sun,

watching the subway pass her by and the world rush on.

mold me

my heart is melting at your feet like hot wax from the candle on the table,

and my eyes are greener than ever with a shiny glaze from the warm tears that turned cold at the end of my cheeks.

these words flowing from my mouth were once lies you fed but its truth i am throwing back at you.

i am lonely on this day of sunshine, because you always bring the gray.

swing me around

the little black dress with the ruffles

and his paisley purple shirt and silly hand woven tie,

they were insepreable from summer to summer,

and now that has brought them together again

for this celebration of love and life,

tuxes and a white dress,

bouquets of flowers and rows of guests.

the paisley and black dress couple join in with the rows,

with smiles of excitement on their faces,

the ceremony takes place

and legs get restless.

round tables and catered food,

cakes and drinks,

laughter and...

the best part of all, dancing.

single ladies and goofy boys,

mother-son, father-daughter,

these moments create lasting memories.

the girl in black and the boy in purple..

take their place amongst the others,

hand in hand,

close enough to feel each other's breath,

the gaze and the smile never go away,

the only advice he has for her and her klumsy feet...

"just dont stop spinning"

the thoughts of vomit cross her mind,

but she is so captivated by their dancing that it all disappears,

and the crowd stares deep down to the depths of their chemistry

that keeps bubbling over and onto the floor.

her date's paisley print embrace is perfect

as the night ends with sparklers and run throughs.

hold me like the setting sun

and i lay this out simple and clear for the last time--

i want to be pursued in the most gorgeous of ways

i want to be cherished as your princess

i want there to not be a night where i go to bed with frustration

i want you to encourage me, not bring me down

i want to run the race of life next to you-not behind or in front of you.

i want to travel the world and live out the greatest of dreams with our fingers intertwined

i don't want to settle

i don't want to be left helpless, hopeless, and angry.

i want you on my team and i don't want you to drop the ball

i want you fighting for me, not with me.

i want you to stand up for me

i want songs of love and laughter.

i want smiles on everyone's faces when they see us together,

i want a love of no envy but of joy,

i want porch swing time in the morning with mugs of coffee,

i want vulnerability not wall building

i want to learn from you without knowing that its happening

i want to hurt when you hurt and vice versa

i want to change the world, together

i don't want bad choices and regret

i want decisions with effective results.

i want you to see me and believe that i am meant for you.

i don't want you to cling to the past but instead look at the future.

i want my family to love you

i want your family to love me.

most of all--i want you to love the LORD before you love me.

i want you to lead me because you want to do what is best for me.

i want you to have our best interest at heart.

so am i asking too much or too little?

and am i looking of the right things?

the answer to this is...

that i deserve everything i ask for.

and that no, you will not be perfect, and yes there will be long days

and yes there will be frustrations, but when the sun sets and we cuddled close,

at least we can rest in the fact that the Lord is in control and we are not,

and that He gave us everything we could both ask for.

so i will stop searching

and i will stop settling

and i will wait patiently on what He has in store for me,

because he knows my hearts desires and He ultimately has my best interests in mind,

even when i fail to see it.

carrying your Bible in your backpack doesn't make you a Christian.

this finger where your ring used to be, definitely doesnt feel the same, until another is put there,

one that is from a guy with so much love and less control.

four years down the drain, watch it catch everything as it washes down.

a letter to a lover

dear you.

you know who you are as you read this little letter of love.

this letter that keeps sitting in my mind, that resonates on tiny neon index cards,

while you keep busy in london.

the past weeks of your journey have left me back home,

and this letter are all the words that i cant seem to just let go.

so ill sit here and pour my heart on this slip of paper, that will make its way to you,

where you will find what i have been hiding.

you are....the epitome of something great.

and your daily letters captured me from my heart.

you encompass every feeling of love, and that was all real.

the joy that we filled each other with was not from this world,

leaving us so euphoric, our feet cant touch the ground.

your hand literally fit the most perfectly, as our fingers would always intertwine.

i never thought i love you would come so quickly out of my mouth,

but that is what i felt, as i let my heart do the talking this time around.

so thank you for the overwhelming flow of encouragement--

the tiny words of beauty that you poured over me will continue to renew my spirits.

your smile and my eyes, we would get caught up in moments,

where time, most likely, really did STOP.

you created the ideal way to love me and you dont even know it.

there are hiccups along the way and hesitations,

but you ease my fears, while the moonlight soaks up the lake.

car rides and jam sessions, you loved the way my blonde hair was free, every second.

the way your eyes rest on me, is something so unseen,

it blows others away.

there is love in a relationship that stopped so you could take flight

and be used in gorgeous ways.

you, were not my rock in life, yet you were so dependable.

i cried when you uttered those three little words on the back porch,

that was the first time that i could feel the capacity of each syllable.

the roads go on for days, and they beckon for the tires of your car,

the cupcake stand still shines in all its glory, as i stand before it, in my purple plaid.

kisses on my forehead, on my cheeks always started as little winks.

across the room, i can still see you serving down on your knees, and that draws me in.

worship and rocks, this is what its like.

you cant seem to shake that smile on your face everytime we catch up over the computer screen, and its hard for me to still say goodbye.

so please just hold on tight, till june rolls up, and we can resume.

-me.

p.s. i loved you then, and i still love you now.

sewell

there i sat, beneath the weeping willow,

with the sunlight shining onto my not yet tan skin,

today is the day i will live outside.

the rushing of the river beneath the concreted walls,

you could hear its whispers of cold joy,

the leaps from the edge, the submerging of heads,

this is what the natives live for.

surfboards, long boards,

slacklines, hammocks,

bikinis and board shorts,

laughter and music,

hoes and dude bros,

scattered around in the grass--

the sun begged us all to this one place,

on the perfect day.

and tommorrow will bring on papers,

maybe even snow, in this texas heat,

and class, yes that dreaded thing that steals our attentions.

but forever will the snapshots remain, of that perfect gathering

of every person, on that grassy hill.

black and gold

tattoos, races across the street when red lights flicked to green,

hand in hand, the square at night was ours...

block after block, cold breath after the next,

and piggyback rides full of laughter.

forget the world behind,

pick me up where we left off.

literally..pick me up,

take me with you, wherever you go...

i want to be next to you, black and gold,

and goofy photos,

stares and compliments,

long hugs and jean jackets.

coffee breaks that consume my hours.

i am yours.for just alittle,

you, yes you, have captured my attention once again...

and i will not deny it.

one step at a time,

one foot in front of the other,

my hand in your pocket,

your arm around my waist--

we will walk the edges of railroad tracks,

and watch the city lights flicker and disappear...

and in that moment--we were infinite,

black and gold, black and gold.

the red cliches

and the road is black before her, with yellow squares and lines making their existence known by glittering in the street. hot tears roll down her cheeks as her tires hug the pavement at 80 mph.curve around curve and every straightaway before her...
its the night before valentine's day, and she cant seem to shake these thoughts, from before and theses dreams of one day.

the past lays out these ideas to marry your best friend,the orangey yellow and red roses in a huge bouquet, and the black card to avoid the red cliches, that was my favorite moment.and will remain there in the files of my brain, with dried up roses and the card that i still carry to this day.

the future lays in the darkness before her, with one across the world, and one in her car, and one with his career, choices sit all around and we all know that she will run from all three, and take her tattered wings and believe.

but this you will see is the most beautiful of all three, because she is free.

and yes every choice she leaves behind, will follow her, until they are crawling on their knees,
and she will be strong, although she wants at least one, in the end its better to gain none of them.

and the red cliches will remain, in that black card,the card she will hold tight, waiting for her best friend to find her, but she knows that day will come, and every fight will be worth it, and every choice left behind will disappear.

on the tube

the great london air, catches your breath and holds it there, like smoke from the end of a cigarette. i am on your mind like that girl with a black barrette. she sits next to you as the underground motion picture speeds by. you take in her scent, and its the same one you smelled before,your brain holds onto it, you are captured by it, but not because its this girl...

this puzzled look breaches on your face, and you are left with an image.

the same image, the same smell from the first night we met.

and youre six hours ahead in the future, where it snows more than i can imagine,

yet i havent left your mind, it still holds me tight,

while your body does the walking, your mind is somewhere else,

and every possible way to get me to where you are crosses through it.

settle for the best

her white dress no longer fits this scene.

the hired photographer couldnt capture this detail

of her sad face reflecting in his brass buttons,

she lays her brunette head on an empty bed,

as the hot tears stream down her made-up face,

her loose hair falls out of its bobby pinned bun,

and she doesn't want to think back

to the moments when he promised her the forevers.

but her mind doesn't let her stop the thoughts,

that come flooding in, she settled for the second best,

and her best is out there, wondering without her,

she did this for comfort,

and now all she wants to do is find her best.

her weary eyes open, and she no longer hesitates,

she grabs her red coat and yells for a taxi,

mascara and tid-bits of the night still rest on her face,

but she must find him, he is waiting for her.

his laughter can be heard around the world,

and his warmth can be felt from where she is,

she searches for days, worn and exhausted,

the date tells of the time 4 years ago when they met,

as she finds herself under the biggest tower in Paris,

the hot tears well up, as a warm hand catches the first one to fall,

her green eyes glisten as he looks at her,

he is her best, no ring to tie him to another girl,

as he takes her delicate hand in his and places the shiniest thing on that one finger,

he is hers, and he will keep his promises of forever.

camera obscura

dark room,

oh how you beckon my mind,

to come closer and be in the presence of orangey red rays.

it's me and this paper,

full of imagination and peacock feathers,

it is here that i dream.

deep breath,

let the smell envelop your senses,

with the sound of the soft running water,

and the cleansing view of prints,

it is here that i find serenity.

quiet footsteps,

little whispers of reassurance,

blonde ponytail,gray painted nails,

ripped jeans and tie dye shirts,

it is here that i find contentment.

black and white,

shapes of greatness,

moments of peace,

glossy finishes,

it is here that i find beauty

dear costa rica, you have my heart.i'll be back to get it later.love,erika