Canada Road Trip Mini Packet

 

Bug bites upon bug bites

Queen of the Swarm

Glacier National Park

Where the trees huddle close

I have bathed in rose petals and 

it has attracted 

mosquitoes.

Firebird swoops low over the waterline and scans his environment.

                       Swooning, he dips into the surface skim

                                     and rushes to deliver important cargo to those who need it.

On the way to Banff

white butterflies

splatter against

the windshield.

A metaphor for life?

        

                                   Heading back home after                   

                                                     2 weeks on the road.                

                                                                   when traveling is your happy place

                                                            you can feel the pressure        

                                                                         returning with every mile      

                                                                                                  the closer you get to the city.

                                                                          

                                                       The way the smog curls

                                                around a pinked horizon

                                                       reminds me of every single

                                                  reason it is so damn

                                                          difficult to be alive.

                 

BTS

Am Hi

lounging by the river.

A filter dropped and
it's windy.

I've inhaled helium
and
am being bombarded.

The wind threatens
to blow everything away

Should I let it?

SOARING
high above the trees, a Kpop music video
I've never seen, where the scenes constantly shift,
always in a nicely decorated box.
As the lights flash in and out
live snaps are brought to doe eyes,
at the speed of light they walk.

CAMP
trying to figure out how to change clothes
the hardest thing you've ever tried to do,
but if you stop now you'll be naked.
Pick up a book and try to read the words
but they keep falling off the pag
                                                   e

FREAK OUT
Fight the float, rationalize
take thoughts in steps,
turn mush into action
Marvel at the horrifying realization
that you could sit there for hours
and stare at your hands,

the most interesting tools on Earth.


FAST FORWARD

Fin.

      Unzipped Tent,

                     Indian style

GIGGLE
realize you're being watched,
cast your marbles upon a circle of chairs
at once
the heads turn and laugh
and stare


Shit. Trippy.

BTS

Born Alive

If I could be any being I'd be a bird,
soaring through the heavens on gifted wings
plucking food from the ground with my feet.

As my wings slice through the permeable air
I'll choreograph dances to the moon and
perch on the highest acres of the tallest trees,
friend to these allied points that prod at our sky

Secluded, yet proud, peaceful.

Content looking into a distance not yet known
but always normal-

BTS

The Stowaway

Bob the stowaway rubbed his
appendages together as he hung.
The ride was smooth,
and the hosts were vaguely aware
of his presence.

He plotted, dreaming of blue skies
and skyscraper views
sweet coffee and bagels,

blinking as his vision
diminished to a series of lines.

In five hours he would
stow off this van,
and be in new country

BTS

OOTD: Walker Canyon, Lake Elsinore

Boots: Merrell

 

Top: Thrift Store

Shorts: Thrift Store

Hat: Forever21

Purse: Betsey Johnson

Myself (A Self Portrait Poem)

Short, maybe 5'1 or 5'2

with long brown hair that shields

almost to the waist, muted dark red

rectangular glasses framed

by a round chubby face.

One who walks forever looking down

arms welded to the side,

and when she smiles

it doesn't quite make it 
to hazel colored eyes.

Summer Rain Photography

When it rains in the summer, it gives off such an odd feeling. I don't know whether to be happy about it or slightly worried that something might be a bit off with the world. 

But, that being said, it's so nice when it rains.......X)<3

Now that it's the beginning of August, having it so suddenly kind of makes me look forward to the coming of colder weather. Sweaters, boots, warm blankets and hot chocolate...AND listening to the rain. 

I have a roof extension over my backyard, so when it rains it really pours. The sounds, however light, are magnified as each torrent of droplets makes it's way towards the earth and bounces off the aluminum. 

It's such a comforting feeling to be able to listen to the sounds, especially when you are indoors, and watching everything outside being slowly drenched. On rainy days things seem calmer and more at peace, you can get to sleep easier as well; and I love it because it reminds me that nature is doing it's work.

As the rain comes down it cleanses everything it comes into contact with, thereby creating room for new life and washing away the old murkiness.

For this post I chose two pictures I took of rain falling against the asphalt in a parking lot to try and capture that mood. It may not be summer rain exactly, but I really like these two pictures because they have a very mysterious, almost gloomy, air to them.

I love how the car and surrounding building's images are reflected in the puddles of water, and how you can see the the ripples. Could these photos hold a deeper meaning regarding the relationship between modern society and nature, instead of just being a capture of a simple rainfall? 

You are free to interpret.

Honestly, I never would've thought that a picture of something like asphalt water could be beautiful, but I think these two pictures kind of sums up my thoughts.

Everything in life has it's own beauty to it, you only have to pay attention to perceive it.

Come swiftly, cold weather; I miss you:)