December 2009
27 posts
Lace and Spanish Moss (Ode to Charleston In Rhyme)
hannahrachelpoetry:
There was lace And Spanish moss, The easiness of the sun, I fell asleep so peacefully, Oh Charleston, what have you done?
I miss the grace of summer, The simplicity and breeze, My insecurities Floated up, So I hung them In tall trees. Streets were lined with history, Oceans lined with truth, I was full of hope, And seventeen, I began the year With you.
So if you wouldn’t...
One more day.
I can do it.
Hopefully.
The wedding pictures are up! →
^Go check them out^ :)
These photos are gorgeous, and the couple is so nice. I’ve been looking at more of Jen’s work, and she is phenomenal. Her pictures just bring out the beauty in people.
I really want to paint my toenails my current background color right now. Just saying.
I have a classification essay to write.
Should I do it on the different kinds of people you see running on the side of the road, or on different kinds of Christmas shoppers you see at the mall?
So, stuff has changed.
I got my full packet of exchange programs and scholarship opportunities in the mail today (FINALLY). There were several that interested me, but then one caught my eye. It’s everything I’m interested in, just a different country than originally planned. But still, I’ve been dreaming about visiting this country for years now.
I can’t figure out if it’s right for me...
“I was at this casino minding my own business, and this guy came up to me and...”
– Mitch Hedberg
Sunflowers
hannahrachelpoetry:
Conversations with children, Uncomplicated laughter. No hidden motives, It’s not as simple hereafter, They’re just on the cusp, Of sarcasm, I dare not tell them that. Stay dramatic, Uninhibited, So small that sunflowers, Could shield you. Stay that way.
Stay.
Friends are wonderful.
Especially when they don’t question any impulse the Lord gives them, but just do what he says, no matter if you have spoken in three months or not.
He works in amazing ways. I wish that I could hear Him as clearly as she does.
How did I work myself into this hole??
December 7th.
hannahrama:
Two. Two whole years.
I hardly remember the actual day. I remember nerves, I remember a strawberry milkshake, I remember my parents finally telling me. We watched “The Nanny Diaries.” It was ok.
I don’t remember telling anyone. I don’t know how I did. I remember feeling completely lost. I kind of blacked out the rest.
I don’t remember thinking in terms of my future. I knew it was...
Tomorrow, my carpool had better be on time, because I need to print out three pictures from my teacher’s computer, and put together a very important homework assignment by the time first period ends. Not to mention (hopefully) type the whole thing, if I can.
Also, anyone know how I might be related to a giant panda?
saraharant:
My 6 year old sister told me to send one of my support letters for Romania to Joe Jonas, asking him to help fund my trip. Just for a laugh, I’m going to do it.
Now I will laugh if I end up getting part of my trip funded by The Jonas Brothers. Weirder things have happened. Hugh Hefner gave my friend’s school a TV when they asked for it.
DO IT. That would be hilarious
Help.
Untitled, Shauna Ubersox
hannahrachelpoetry:
poetry365:
if there is one thing that i am, i am books. i am
ink, gushing black out of aisles of time, i am ache, brushing
past protagonists in purple and girls spun from gold.
i am tall and heavy, standing in grasses so thick light never
touches the dirt; i am a couch on rainy sunday, springs
sticking out and reaching for freedom from musty confines.
if there is one...
Too much.
I’m freaking out. APUSH, AP english, no sleep, and disentegrating throats do not go so well together.
Basically, I’ve been sick the last couple days, I have a ton of work due tomorrow that I have been working on for forever, there’s another few hours of work left to do, and I am brain dead. Awesome.
In all seriousness, though, I’m about to cry.
So many good things...
Things are coming along.
And it makes me happy.
Even though I now go get to do homework until next May.
Yay?
