A canvas splattered with paint (stressors)

I think if it's been a year and a half and we aren't at each others' throats that that is a happy sign. If we couldn't last a semester without one another, if the slightest distance was so horrific and disturbing, what was the point? What does that say about our security with one another? Our self-esteem?

(I should so be studying right now).

Love in all its elegance (and ugliness)

And when I wake in the morning
to your breathing, shimmying down
my neck, I can say without a doubt
I am alive

Maps and Piggy Banks

(Because it is spring and all anyone ever wants to do is turn up Noah & The Whale or MGMT or Animal Collective or Matt Costa or "Missed the Boat" or Iron & Wine while lying in the sun, ignoring all the papers and the books and projects that they must be doing).

Shy fly flower

flimsy, fluttering

fools dancing with

rays of ravenous sun

scattering papers

to the wind, pipes

overflowing water

onto the grass, dew

splattering the heels

of the squash players,

mischief makers,

overcome, overwhelmed

by the idea of youth,

and the artistry

devoid of stress,

and thoughts of

blank pages unread,

unwritten, because

out here, with the earth

mushed between our toes

we're dreamers dreaming

under a pale blue sky.

Keiko Lynn

I am not only posting this so I don't have to keep digging through my favorites to find it, but for all of you who love fashion (it's an art on to itself I believe). She is an incredibly beautiful and talented designer in my opinion, and her look is classy and genuine (very folkie/indie-ish as well)

Keiko Lynn

5AM "Subtleties"

The heater's humming is not enough
to wake the room, the birds, the street.
Even the refrigerator's buzzing
cannot pierce the grand utopia of 5AM silence.
But despite its subtleties, impenetrable
walls, a bomb, a grenade, a nuke
has broken the fortress, for I lie
awake, not wanting to listen
but listening nonetheless, to you
the gargling seraphim, to your
imposing, penetrating, incessant
chainsaw snores that have stolen hours,
precious time to doze peacefully, restfully
before morning demands more energy,
more vigilance than I, the typical
college student, can muster.
The sun is rising, you jerk
Revealing the circles under my eyes
No happily ever after for me

(Because you see,)

Instead of dreaming, I listen enviously to the sparrow
shaking sleep from its wings, mocking this
distressed damsel.
But rising in volume above its cheery songs,
your snores, your nails-on-a-chalkboard,
I-want-to-smother-you-with-a-pillow
snores. And I think to myself

woefully, happily,

This is the one I love.