throw a stranger

...an unexpected smile.

You are my favorite book.

Most people accept you only as your cover;

Beautiful, yes, but there's so much more on the inside.

I read a new page everyday

And sometimes I'm tempted to look ahead.

I am your patient audience,

So I won't spoil the ending.

I promise to keep your spine in-tact,

And I'll remember where I left off so no bookmarks.

Your eyes are the perfect teaser,

And you hooked me in with details in your jacket.

You tried warning me with your contents,

But my eyes were already devouring your words.

I see the truth in your diction

Almost as if you're speaking into my ear.

I feel the climax is coming, but alas!

A cliffhanger.

You are the only character I'm interested in,

And sometimes I wish I could save you from the plot.

You are no damsel in distress,

But maybe I'm just hoping your genre is romantic.

I've gotten to the chapter with me in it now,

Blushing, smiling, and laughing as I reminisce.

I feel my heart flutter when the words run blank,

But then I realize I haven't seen you today.

You are also my favorite author.

Best of luck in searching for your happiness,

If that's your ultimate theme, that is.

I can't wait to see how it ends.

Poet and Didn't-Know-It? Perhaps.

Comments, please and thank you!

I'm really proud of this so I'd appreciate some feedback.

Thanks to my friend Lauren who posted a myspace status as "You are my favorite book."

Just reading that simple statement set me off into an inspirational whirlwind.

My sister's the real poet, so I can't wait to show this to her. :D !

20 little poetry projects.

the stars in her eyes are an explosion.
like a dying star, you could feel the embers.
they might sizzle, but those droplets of liquid magma are delightful on the tongue.
even the screams are endearing in the right pitch.
the stench of flesh isn't sexy though--
in fact, ash prefers them rare.
big girl you are beautiful, but grace kelly is where it's at.
these girls make anorexia put her ostridge head in the dirt.
after all, the ben & jerry's is beckoning.
two scoops for me with cherries.
(forget that cousin asking "why a spoon?")
あなただけ嫉妬している (you're just jealous).
dawg, these haters want what they can't have.
but we all can't be fergie hittin' dem beats, much less the queen of england.
why be them when you could be you?
really, who cares if you're fritz london blowing shit up in germany?
remember those beautiful explosions, and we'll watch a sunset one day.
forget the eyes and remember her cackling heart.
you'll get ice cream for each display of shallowness.
the sensation is the type that causes sticky, smelly fingers so navigate carefully.
you've got gentility on your side, but when in doubt there's hypnotism.
the playful environment of techno records is one way to woo her.
otherwise you've got a choice between cliches or what's in front of you.



wrote this for AP senior year.

a tug from behind.

The closest I've ever come to religious faith is the belief in not a God, but a guardian.

In truth I'm an accident-prone type of person not only due to a lack of common sense at times or ditsy-ness, but in general I have a lot of "almosts" that I've survived. My sister once told me that she felt like she possessed an "elderly spirit", and I believe her because I remember when we used to visit relatives in nursing homes old people would gravitate towards her. They would stop and stare or smile, take her hand instinctively, and look upon her like they would after being reunited with a long lost friend. When I then took my own spirit into consideration the conclusion I came up with was that mine is her polar opposite; that is, I have a childlike spirit. I have always felt a childish enthusiasm within my heart, and I've noticed that the type of people I attract in my life are those who demonstrate protectiveness over me.

As far as the guardian goes, I first felt this way after recalling one of my earliest childhood memories. Once, when I was a toddler in Hawaii, the current took me miles from my parents. I remember (in detail) walking along the sand for what felt like hours until I came upon a small white shack with a truck parked in front. Beside it were two Hispanic men talking and without even thinking about it I walked up and told one of them that I was looking for my Mommy. The next flash of memory depicts me sitting upfront in the truck, and the man attempts joking with me by saying that I shouldn't talk to strangers. I even remember him turning onto a certain street, but after that it skips to us arriving in a parking lot where my mom and others come running towards the car. I was too young to realize how lucky I was for surviving this situation, but now is a completely different story. I feel like my guardian was given to me that day because I needed to be lead onto the right path again.

That's exactly how I feel about my guardian. More so, I feel like it's in the form of a male... like an older brother. I feel like he's the one that's constantly altering my perspective so that I see things I'm usually blind to, or the one jerking me back when I come close to falling (in many senses). It could be something as simple as messing with my radio, looking up and putting on the brakes because I wasn't paying attention. I feel like HE is the one tugging at the back of my head at that crucial moment before an accident happens as if yelling "pay attention, dummy!" Luckily I'm the type of person who knows how to laugh at myself, and sometimes I catch myself looking over my shoulder and smiling because I feel a comforting presence that's always been there.

In a way that is what makes me the agnostic that leans more towards faith rather than atheism. The aspect that I am not alone, that someone out there is concerned for me and wishes the best is comforting. I am thankful for feeling this way, and even if guardians truly don't exist I still feel the warmth in my heart.