awesome blossom

the thing i like most about springtime is the arrival of new buds and leaves on the trees. sometimes, i don't realize new leaves in the trees until i'm hit across the forehead by them as i walk up the walkway to my apartment. it's refreshing to see the bright green leaves among the last dry brown ones. i've begun to notice all the flowers in the trees, too. pinks, reds, yellows... they make me smile.

new flower blossoms
blanket the once bare branches...
as well as my heart.

i luff you returned

i don't know why i named this blog "i luff you" but the truth is, i have a lot of love to give... at least i think so. and it so turns out that there are kids that "luff" me too. it wouldn't hurt for you guys to say it more often though.

i can't remember
the last time i felt so loved;
it warms my cold heart.

failed attempts

i've been thinking about this paper for over a week now and it's due in a little less than 9 hours and i'm completely stuck half way through. i've got plenty to say but i just don't know how to say it. and as queen of procrastination, i've decided to do things other than write (eat, nap, rearrange shoes) and now, i'll probably wait until about 5 a.m. before i start working again.

finding distractions
to ease this impending doom
of failing at life.

beep beep beep

i'm very happy in bed. my blankets are big and fluffy, my pillows are just the right firmness, and i have a huge bed... certainly more than little old me needs. i actually had four girls in my bed (jennifer, judy, pearl, and myself) and we slept comfortably. many times i wish i could just stay in bed all day.

wrapped in golden clouds,
cuddled between you and dreams...
the alarm goes off.

skipped beats

with valentine's day coming up, i can't help but get all lovey dovey. is it just me or do other people get that warm tingly feeling deep down inside when you talk to, see, or even think about that special someone? and i'm not talking about a boner, jerks.

my heart skips a beat
every time you hold me close.
never let me go.

your place or mine?

i am constantly listening to tegan and sara (thanks, jon) and one song in particular, "take me anywhere," has been in my head for the last few days. it sparked this haiku.

take me everywhere
you've always wanted to go.
take me home with you.

sigh...

i hate the way it makes my hair, clothes, and hand smell but i still do it. after boring classes, after long afternoons in the office, after a bowl... my trusty parliament lights and zippo have conspired against me and are planning my death.

cigarette in hand,
smoke lingers above my head;
i breathe easier.

is anyone home?

i hardly ever see my roommate and nowadays, she hasn't even been coming home to sleep so it's like i live in the apartment by myself. it's nice because i can sit around in my underwear eating cheetos and drinking a beer and watching project runway and melrose place and not feel like such a bum. but sometimes, it can get a little quiet.

unbroken silence
permeates through every cell
as i sit alone.

wai?

i sleep with my cell phone on my bed side table and when it vibrates, it scares the shit out of me, especially when it's 3 am. but i'll still pick up and have a conversation because sometimes, the best time to talk is when no one is awake but us.

early morning calls,
barely awake responses;
it's good to hear you.

party hard

i feel like most of my december was spent partying. i spent a week in nyc and it was there where i would place my number one most embarrassing drunk moment. please don't ask. and the long weekend in san francisco with las hermanas tu and honorary hermana stevie was just one giant drunken/high new year's party. oh, it's been a fantastic winter break.

bruises all over--
reminders of a good night;
stop drinking (for now)...

here comes the sun

the first day i met z, he took me for a ride on his motorcycle. this was two years ago. now i no longer see taiyou (what i named the bike) but i see z all the time... i wish i saw more of taiyou instead. i'm only kidding. i love z! anyhow, it was my first time on a motorcycle but that was all i needed to realize that riding a bike is far better than being stuck in a car. i still want a bike of my own.

riding on taiyou
with my hands in your pockets,
i felt no worries.

dust buster needed

leaving my bedroom window open allows for the dirty l.a. air to blow in, bringing along with it dirty l.a. dust. *cough cough!* i hate dusting, mostly because it only pushes the dust back into the air to fall on another piece of furniture. the last line of this poem is the title of a faulker novel that i never finished reading. it too collects dust on my bookshelf.

thin layer of dust
collects on my cold body
as i lay dying.

wasted postal stamps

after a really long haiku hiatus, i've set away some time dedicated only to writing and so i'm back writing for my own mental health... but mostly for your reading enjoyment. ha!

i was reorganizing my desk and happened upon a collection of old letters i wrote that i really wanted to send at one time but never had enough balls (i guess you could say) to send them. they made me sad because if only they were read, some things may be different now, or maybe not. this haiku isn't a complete thought (or sentence of any sort) but i didn't feel like picking at it anymore.

letters never sent
with words never to be read
addressed to no one

november has come

happy first of november. as much as fall is my favorite season, i'm feeling a little down. maybe it's because there isn't as much daylight or that it's cloudy in the mornings or that i'm off prozac. only kidding!! this one reminds me of another haiku i wrote a while ago...

i'm hurting myself
looking for someone, something
that i'll never find.

moi?

i was sitting on the stairs outside of royce, having a coffee and cig break, and just watched people walk by. it's my favorite thing to do. but what if someone were watching me?

sipping cold coffee,
girl carefully contemplates
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