26 Truths

I'm a little unconventional.
I've never been in love.
(Lover, not a fighter)
I'm a sinner.
I live by my own terms.
I have high standards.
Not close to many people.
Want to be.
My personality flip-flops like Sunday morning pancakes...
I love every second I live.
I don't deny that I'm crazy.
I'm smart.
Sometimes I don't feel beautiful.
Sometimes I can't explain myself.
I'm working on me...
I want people to see me (not vision wise).
Feel what I feel.
I like to talk.
I'm often unsure of myself.
I don't plan.
I feel like my life is hectic.
It's difficult to express my feelings.
I'm trying though.

These are not faults.
Here's honesty.
This is what I'm afraid to share.

-Belief IS 2008

ATM Inspired

We stand alone. Hands by our sides. The space Between... Nowhere to hide.
Our fears, they show our faith, but when we fall they'll never know of our disgrace.
Because we've fought to be at home, but silence blocks us out and leaves us in the cold.
Now we can't run. No turning back. Our eyes locked tightly on the prize we cannot have...

-Belief IS 12/2/2008

I need some closure. Some in between time where my mind can wander freely... I need to be in open spaces, where the wind runs through my hair and caresses my face, where the sky is endless and everything is green and lovely. I want to sit in an open field in the dark of night, nothing but the stars and the moon to guide me through thought bubbles and dreams of tomorrow and yesterday. I want to lie on my back and watch shooting stars chase one another through the clouds, and float all the way to the sky so I too can run freely like when I was a child, racing around my neighborhood, cavorting with friends, foes, and the like... This is my utopia. This is my place of silence, this is my place to think.

-Belief IS

He

He strays away from time and space
In splendor and in grief.
His symphonies are wreckless
And they do make him retreat
Into mind, sight, harmony
Where he's completely at peace.
But memory won't let him stay,
Evicted from his lease.
To move would be so painless
And yet it hurts too much.
In time he'll come to realize
That the reckoning was such
A significant piece
To the jigsaw he keeps,
But it never was enough,
For his faith never really leaps.

-Belief IS 11/21/2008

You've Never Known

I've seen such great delusions
With eyes tender to the sight
Of mishaps and contusions,
Suffering still through strengh and might.
And in times hard and troubled
They have learned to not be weary,
But astounded by things doubled
They believe another theory.
If everything has beauty
(And I feel that it all does)
These eyes shall be true to me
And give history as it was.
And hopefully obscurity does not care to blind
These memories held dearly in the corners of my mind.

-Belief In Symmetry (November 1, 2008)

Inspired by Chaucer: The Artist's Tale

We were asked to create our own version of one of Chaucer's great stories from the Canterbury Tales. I chose to write a story told by a starving artist. Enjoy!

The Artist's Tale

The Artist seemed to be continuously smiling. He was penniless and starving, although his parents and he had lived in a metropolis when he was a child. Despite his troubles he was always filled with optimistic thought and good word. His life had definitely not been easy. His parents had shunned him for wishing to pursue his painting career instead of attending a top notch university, so the red-haired, bright eyed man was left to pursue his endeavors alone, and now here he was, chasing the stars on a plane to London, where his work had finally been recognized. It was a leap of faith, but he had enough heart and determination to make that jump. The flight would go on for at least 5 more hours, and it was his turn to share a tale.

"The sea storm was growing rough, and the captain had lots of decisions to make, and quick. His crew was tired from a day of work, and sleep hung on their countenances along with fatigued sunburn and sea salt. Yet they hacked on, twisting sails, scrubbing the deck, yelling out orders into the mist filled air. One man, a young lad by the name of John looked particularly tired. "Sir," he said, "I'm afraid I cannot continue such laborious work. I am unable to help the rest of the crew, and I don't want the ship to sink because of me."

Knowing he was short-manned and unwilling to take the young sailor's place, the captain told John that land was not far, and insisted that he hang on for a bit longer. Not wanting to cause trouble, John took up his place and continued to work, growing weaker by the minute. When a large amount of time had passed, John went to the captain again, begging for a rest, but the captain once again said that land was near, and that the boy should return to his post.

By this time the ship was creaking loudly, and rocking furiously back and forth. Foam reached the sides of the deck and flowed over the sailors' feet, numbing their toes and legs and keeping the men stuck in their places. All the while the captain simply oversaw the entire operation, not once lifting a finger to help the tired and struggling sailors, John in particular.

It was nearly three hours until the storm subsided and the men could go off to bed, the captain included. But the morning woke the captain with a start. Shrill cries filled the air and the word "mutiny" poured theough the windows into the captain's tiny bedroom. As he walked outside he was grabbed harshly by two men, his men, and urged them to let him go, but they would not. "Toss him in!" cried John, and the men obliged. The cold water washed over the captain's body; he was fully submerged in the salty sea. He came up, caught his breath, and heard two large plunks behind him. It was a horribly crafted, makeshift raft and a paddle.

"Just keep paddling! There's land not far from here!" screamed John as he took charge on deck and the ship sailed on toward its destination."

Fin

Things happen

so fast you dont even see them coming. It's like a car crash. You're waiting in traffic when you realize the car behind you is traveling too fast to stop, and before you know it they're stuck to your bumper... You sit there confused, asking yourself if it's all a dream, but you know that it's not.
Surprise situations, interactions, reactions, are all we can ask for. They make life a little more interesting in the long run. Without them we'd still be stuck in a traffic jam without signs of moving.

-Belief in Symmetry
July 25, 2008

The Way We Dream

Beautiful disaster.
Let it come.
It rains down in delirium.
With starstruck eyes she makes her stay
and sees the faces gone astray.
Her thought provoke such memories
of times when life resembled:
these tears, these agonies, these melodies,
so potent running through her dreams.
But as she grew she came to know
that with her hands she'd finally show
the way to paint the unbound stars,
and heal these unintended scars.
With elegies so blunt as these she plays the final part.
To live with time so beautifully disastrous in its art.

-Belief IS, July 2008

Impressions

I'm not big on boasting. I never was. Displaying all my thoughts about my talents in some kind of vain showroom with people gazing or scowling, as if it were some kind of twisted art gallery where I'd give them a tour and say, "Isn't this so delightful? Look at how the lines flow, how the paint's texture really makes the work vivid and lifelike! This artist has creativity... nay... pure genius!" Not exactly my forte. I would rather be the quiet girl in the corner of the gallery, stopping to ponder what the artist was thinking when the abstractions have no pure form, the paint splattered unevenly over the canvas like Jackson Pollock and Picasso's lovechild come to life. There would be no assumptions, just question after tedious question with no true answer, although it was sitting right in front of me, so discrete that only careful scouring and observation could find it hidden between the nongeometric patterns spilling from the canvas. Revelation would see my eyes alight with pleasure and a grin upon my lips, but instead of basking in the glory of my discovery I would stumble out the door, onto the battered sidewalk where the sun would appear upon my face along with a smile kept so long in waiting.

-Lacee Kae

Labeled

life is splendid, or splendiferiferous, if you REALLY want to get technical!

looking forward to filling in my durer's rhino with something intensely interesting. 24 pieces of art by the end of next year should keep me fairly busy! Other than that I will lovingly come home smelling of spaghetti every night, which I must say, is oh so glorious after the first few times! either way, I still don't know what I'm getting myself into, but I'm excited about the adventures that lie ahead for me and my less than beautiful drawing abilities. Perhaps it will come out better than I plan. Promise to keep you updated.

watch those bed bugs!
Belief IS