Friday, April 27, 2018

Monochrome 04

A sister is a little bit of childhood
 that can never be lost.
– Marion C. Garretty

Tuesday, March 27, 2018

The Many Colors of Toxic: Blue 01


Like flower petals, he falls
Oh how he makes me blue.
I try to be his strength 
While on death he’ll always chew.
He’s like forget-me-nots
Whose soul can be the sky,
Laughing one minute
Until the waves reach the tide.
Then he is the broken man
As he drowns me in his tears,
Leaving me with the taste of salt
As it burns on my opened fears.
He tells me I’m his gardener
That without me, he’ll wilt
As I try to walk away from him
He pulls me back with guilt.
My fingers are stained with all
The blueberry mistakes that rot.
His ocean eyes are too unsteady
As he reminds me to forget-him-not.


I decided to create a poetry series that surrounds the subject of toxic relationships. Why? Honestly, I have no idea. I have created many of these color poems in one sitting and each poem explains a different aspect of a toxic relationship. I have not a clue where they came from but I know I need to share them with you. When you are in a relationship that is toxic it is difficult to see the warning signs. Perhaps he doesn't hit you, but he hurts you emotionally. Maybe he's really sweet but his jealousy frightens you. Perhaps he's a great guy, but his mental state is always negative. Poison hides effortlessly in relationships. It masks itself as anxiety and fear so you don't acknowledge the severity of its power. Perhaps this poem and the others I will share later will show girls the signs of a toxic relationship so that they can avoid it.

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

“It is spring again.The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”

quote by Rainer Maria Rilke

I created a new playlist to celebrate spring. Listen away. ♡

Saturday, March 17, 2018

Things of Yesteryear 02

Hello! Yesterday I bought some intriguing old photographs at a few antique stores I visited. I have always marveled at the fact that every photograph has a story, an emotion, and a life all its own and to think that people would give up such precious treasures is beyond me. Some may find old photographs unsettling, creepy even, but I see so much beauty and history captured within their sepia tones. There's something so special about buying old photographs. It gives me a wonderful, deep feeling that I am preserving history, that I am preserving their untold stories. Now, I share them with you. <3

P.S. The last photograph is rather interesting. Before you take a look at the photos below I wanted the briefly describe the strangeness of the eerie last photograph. It looks like limbs of light are coming from the sky tangling near the roaming sheep. There even appears to be a name within the light that almost seems to say "Elina". How odd is that?!?

Which is your favorite?

Trapped                                                                                                Baby Bill

Girls in White & The Shadow Men

 The Foliage of a Girl

The Cat Lover

Me, Myself, and I

 Laken 1846                                                                             The Floating Infant

Light and Sheep

Monday, March 12, 2018

A Week of Peculiar Adventures

My sister came home from college for spring break which gave us some time to go adventuring together. We dressed up for no apparent reason last Saturday and I drove us to a quiet rivertown while listening to playlist after playlist. We ate at a local diner downtown where we wholeheartedly enjoyed our meals that were extremely fried and sipped on chocolate milkshakes. We went antiquing and saw a random man in one store walking a toy dog as it danced to the song "Tequila" sung by The Champs. It was a very random site to witness but my sister and I tried to (unsuccessfully) hold in our laughter. The man then declared to his wife that two dollars was far too pricey for such a dog and he walked away as if nothing had happened. The song "Tequila" will forever be a reminder of that dancing dog and the serious man. 

We then admired the gorgeous old houses and swore that if we both ended up being old maids, we would find a home in this serene downtown location. We decided to walk on a nearby sidewalk by the river and imagined it would be such a carefree, poetic thing to do. Little did we know that it had recently flooded in the area so sticky mud covered the walkway and the air had the foul odor of turtles and tea (if you can even imagine). Since we had our hearts set on a walk along the river, we continued on as we hopped and tiptoed over mud patches and admired the scenery...which was trees drowning in the river water. It looked a bit too depressing for our taste so we hopped back hoping to escape the lingering fishy smell in the air. It was an altogether odd and exhilarating experience but our adventuring did not end there.

If you thought it couldn't get any weirder, you are sadly mistaken, my friends. On Sunday my friends, sisters, and I dressed up as Narnia characters because it was Book Character Sunday at our church. I was Mr. Tumnus and loving it of course. Now, what would make this whole situation even odder? Well, we went to Taco Bell and the park...completely in costume. We got a couple of weird stares but we didn't mind because there's nothing better than eating tacos and attempting British accents at a park with fellow Narnians, right? 

On Friday we went to a movie theater to watch "A Wrinkle in Time". It was magical, and I may be slightly obsessed with the movie playlist now. My youngest sister, who was sitting by me, decided to put her Dachshund stuffed animal in the seat cup holder in the dark theater. I grabbed the dog accidentally because I thought it was my drink. My sister was alarmed of course and asked me what I was doing. I laughed for a full two minutes before I could explain that I thought her dog was my drink. Before you say, Eve what in the world is wrong with you? How could you have mistaken a stuffed animal for a cup of soda? Well, in my defense I had a rather long day. Earlier that day I had taken an exam that made me feel like literal death, had written a large paper, and was surviving on five hours of sleep. College has been all well and good I suppose. I wouldn't say it is something I enjoy though. Last week was midterm week which was exhausting and completely horrible. Luckily I made it through and I haven't lost my mind yet which is a plus I assume. I could go on and on about the stress of college but pondering on such things makes me feel like my life is "a perfect graveyard of buried hopes" as Anne would say.

On Saturday we went to a local event where they had a meal that consisted of a variety of meats which was ironic since I'm not a big fan of meat in general. I'd rather live off carbs for the rest of my life. I tagged along with my church to the event because the people in charge of the meal had not allowed women in previous years but had changed the rules this year. So I, of course, being the feminists I am, went to the event where I tried some very interesting types of meat. They had squirrel gravy which tasted good until I thought of the cute squirrels that were no longer living. It didn't make me feel any better when there was a large amount of squirrel hair in the gravy (which made it seem even more alive). Maybe I should be a vegetarian...

Anyway, enough about my crazy self. How are all you lovely people doing? 

Saturday, February 24, 2018

A Glimpse of Spring

2/21/18
The dust once settled on the top of my bones falls away into the icy shadows I leave behind. This day dances swiftly across the winter and gives me a glimpse of warmth and sunshine. After a full days work of teaching and learning, I long to be outdoors. To be filled with scents of fresh soil and something sweet in the air. The weather has risen from ice-coated houses that once seemed frozen for years. The sun spills unsteady light as it warms my pale skin and awakens my tired soul. The wind pulls me into my backyard as my body surrenders. Nature had once seemed so dead and dormant but it is now alive, it begins to thaw as it catches its breath. The pine trees sway with excitement as the dance of spring continues.  My heart was asleep in the corner of my chest, numb from hurt feelings, but now it beats wildly with sheer joy. I laugh at the ridiculous and wonderful fact that it is only February, snow was on the ground a few days ago, and now I have a day drenched in sunlight as the breeze tangles through my tresses. I am alive, I am awake. I welcome this season of life with outstretched arms and an opened mind even though this beautiful day is only a snippet of what is to come.  Although today will not last forever and winter will return, this day is a promise, that even when it feels bitter and cold, the warm days are coming to cascade colors of blue and green that will fill the gray skies and will paint the barren ground and nature will dance once again. And I will be there, waiting to request an encore as I watch its symphony of movement and light perform as if it is welcoming the season of growth and inviting me to dance along.