sexyback

this is the first song i've officially memorized the chords and lyrics for on the guitar

it's obviously justin timberlake because he's just the best. and he's releasing a new album so i couldn't help myself.

turning pop into acoustic is hard when you suck at strumming but i tried my best-so here's my first recording.

xx

hill

and a view, with a window

if there is no discovery in your writing, there is a good chance your writing has already died.

placeless anxiety seems to be the best kind because you can do whatever you want because you learn to be uncomfortable with discomfort.

if you want to communicate pick up the phone, there are far better ways to do that than a poem.

how am i going to kill it? i will explain it.

exceptionally true or subtly false. that is spending time with the beautiful.

fiction can hold a truth because it is just a snap shot and it can be perfect.

when you find someone you love, you have to love them with truth and leave the accuracy away because that can hurt people.

thoughts from a profe and my brain, mixed together,
rach

a poem about war

Thrusting my hand into the barrel

I scrapped it off with my teeth

began chewing on gun powder

grit of regret rubs my gums raw

rows in a garden grow like soldiers

planting my feet with flowers

trying not to be strangled by weeds.

Broken glass turns to sand

castles protected by a trench

full of watered down blood.

-rach

Nostalgia

Maroon

The dead of night glittered
with possibility, but I
questioned your existence.
Bumps rippled over nearly
naked bodies breaking
the liquid crystalisation.
Your deep shadows engulfed
my fragile frame. Water
droplets danced
on your eyelashes;
I disappeared
into darkness.



x
Hill

breathe think drink

a poem by rachael:


lavender oil drips into
cold lunar bowls, exhale

darkness scatters from bare toes
warriorlike air rings
vibrating over sitar chatter
silence lunges forward
childlike forehead creases
relax, go inwardly down


a poem by kelcey:

Fake are our surroundings
Distant are our thoughts
Disguised are our exits
Flipped are we
and our brains, in knots,
Thinking in waves
that erode our reality
from beneath our feet


a poem by hillary:

cold counter, warm cup of tea.
thinking, reminiscing, worrying.
a homesick wanderlust, yes-
relax, sip the nectar.
where do i go from here?

misty retinas, queasy stomach,
"i can't sleep," silently whispered.
a simple elegance between
crisp sheets, blurred dreams.
when will i see you?

i'm ready.


in peace,
us

2013 (part 3)

2012 was an..interesting year for me. Through many trials and tribulations that I faced, I realized that there are a lot of things in my life that I am both pleased with and things in my life that need to be changed. Some of these things are external in the way that I go through life, and yet, some of these things are internal and will take quite a while to change. I have been brainstorming quite a few resolutions that I'm hoping with the help of the other IndieAttic ladies, I will be able to stick to these resolutions.

1. Actually play my guitar on a regular basis.

2. Yoga. Yoga Yoga. (Maybe actually put my mat to good use instead of having it chill in my closet)

3. Find time to find God. Reconnect with the things that make me who I am.

4. Surround myself with friends in face-to-face conversations, not social media conversations.

5. Correctly learn how to rock climb!

6. Read 50 books.

 

7. Start a healthy work out routine and get in better shape for me, not for society.

 

 start the next chapter of life out right.

megs

 

 

love today

today I went to shave my legs and then I realized I didn't have the time. too many things to do.

this is what happened today. 

1) packed all of my 'teacher' clothes and scrambled to find an outfit (and yelled at my mom in the process, sorry madre, love ya)

2) went to elementary school for the last day and was given a beautiful "we will miss you" poster from my students. Gotta love 5th and 6th grade Learning Support! 

3) read some The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fist-Fight in Heaven, prose about life on an Indian Reservation. 

4) conversation during science class today:

Teacher: "To build muscle, you need to eat food high in..."

Student 1- "cornsyrup"

Teacher: "No, you couldn't be further from the answer"

Student 2- "elevation!"

Teacher: "No, you can eat your food down low too"

Student 3- "cholesterol?"

Teacher: "Uh, no. Guys, please. Don't just spew out the first phrase that

comes into your mind! You are not even thinking!" 

5) watched some Spanish television to practice mi idioma. 

6) helped my dad fix the brakes in his Jeep. who knew brakes are controlled by fluid? I sure didn't. And power steering liquid... look at me go. 

7) finished packing my room away to move into the indieattic2.0 (get excited!!)

8) ate all the green peppers in the fridge.  

9) read about the 14th amendment and read this good article http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2013/01/05/my-take-jesus-was-a-dirty-dirty-god/

10) nice breathing meditation yoga to end the day. ooommmm

love today, 

rach