Sunday, November 30, 2008

childhood was a sunny day


i love this baby
he's one of my twin cousins & our attachment has grown to unhealthy levels
i miss him so much it hurts but on thanksgiving he spent the day in my arms

sometimes, i miss the innocence that is embedded in childhood
i miss the happiness and worry-free holiday sprirt
i miss believing that a man in a red suit put my gifts under my tree
i miss the ignorance of not knowing that some people aren't as fortunate as me
everything, the whole world, was one big happy place
all families were just like mine..

oh, childhood
did you know i miss you? (x7) ;)

anyway..

Shooting stars are miles away
From a town where darkness falls
The morning comes with sounds of light
Reflecting off my walls
I hear their voices from distant fields
Like satelittes in space
Their energy radiates like sunbeams
At a rhythmic uniform pace
But something triggers a memory
From days so far away
That urges time to rewind itself
To a sunny childhood day
Now the rain falls from the sky
Making a mirror from the street
Looking down, my eyes remember
Being closer to my feet
My eager mind wished for wings
I said, “Grant my wish to fly”
The stars remained just specs of light
In a dark and soundproof sky
I've misplaced the innocence but found the time
To let the music play
It's there to save me when shooting stars
Are miles and miles away


a quick and simple thought. at least i made it rhyme.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

& destiny gets nervous

with a new holiday season approaching
the butterflies fly a little faster
inside my tummy

but reasons like seasons, they constantly change


there's a boy that i like
& he likes me
we went on a date and it was very nice
we walked around Central Park & saw a movie
so why do I feel nervous? i like him..
maybe just because it's something new?
maybe because he's SO nice..
my ex-bf treated me like shit, but i still loved him
so i put love and being treated badly together
maybe i should destroy that way of thinking
i have to let SOMEONE in..
i know i keep up this wall


maybe when the door gets broke down, love can break in


i'll get over it

anyway.. HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!
eat a lot!

Monday, November 24, 2008

the rain's the rain.

the rain draws an angry face
but i stop and watch
and realize how easy it is to love the rain
as it washes away something old
and polishes a new day
for our tires to make their mark on
our footprint on these roads of existence
appear as a flash
like a rain drop crashing onto the ground
so just as the rain comes as goes
so do we
and i realize that we are the rain
every single drop making it's impression on a point in time
at light speed
little memoirs scripted on a journey
telling their story from a sky above
that we trust so much

i think i'll go dance outside
i could use a happy ending

Sunday, November 23, 2008

andrew mcmahon.

friday night was the show.
i got to the venue ( Blender Theater ) at 10:00am.
& waited.
i was first in line & up against the barricade right in front of andrew.
the show was epic in every sense of the word. Andrew radiates the most positive of energy throughout the room and it shows in his eyes and the audience's response.
he never falls short of perfect whenever I see him & i couldn't ask for a better night.

here's some pics:



































http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=2052134&id=36504844&ref=mf
(its so annoying posting pics on here because its just annoying lol)
the rest are there^


highlight of the night:

Andrew was talking about how his fans mean the world to him
& when it got all quiet i said, "you mean the world to ME, Andrew!"
and he looked at me and said "Well, you mean the world to me too, darling"

i. died.


im sad it's over
can't wait for the next show!


Thursday, November 20, 2008

TOMORROW..

...is jacks mannequin.
its what I've been waiting for since September.
finally.

i felt so tired today
the miles stretched on for years
and time is never ending
i rested my head on a pillow
and shifted into a new dimension
a vivid dream
flooded my mind
with colorful images of Friday
a solo piano
sitting in the darkness
upon a tiny, intimate stage
waiting for the familiar fingers
to tune out a melody
that will give rise to an anxious audience
screaming their hearts out
and when he comes out from the dark background
the soft lights paint his skin, his clothes, his hair,
and his warm smile that is home to my heart
we are connected yet again
we always are, it's just tonight
the airwaves between us interlock
and we're sharing breaths
his words are my words for the entire night
his music is my soul forever

i cant wait.i'm getting to the venue at 9am
determined to be up against that barricade

2008 is continuing to prove itself the best year of my life.
let's see if it holds up..

side note: it's 43289 degrees in my school's library and I'm too lazy to take off my coat
i have class in an hour, bored as fuck, and i have Hey Hey Hey We're All Gonna Die on repeat on youtube
i just finished the biggest bullshit paper i ever wrote
i just want it to be the weekend
actually, bring on Christmas break, I'm so over this semester.







Tuesday, November 18, 2008

my hands, like maps

laughs from an AIM conversation:
mkmahonnequin: i didnt andrew him
mkmahonnequin: ANSWER* HAHA
stephie telli: OMG HAHA
stephie telli: freudian slip much?
mkmahonnequin: ::thinking of friday::

& its true.. it's all i've been thinking about. 3 days.

some other thoughts:
and with a new season in store
the windows fixate a view more crisp than before
it wipes across my eyes
washing away the fumes of summer
that had me in a trance of blindess
but a new sky covered a past
and stars chased you away
lighting up a new, clear future
so with wide eyes, and an even wider road
the traffic parts
and the acceleration pulls me under & over a city
a city, my home
your home, 2000 miles away
the lights of Times Square reflect off your eyes
and the sky is luminated a sharp blue
& one day, we'll visit that place in between my fingers
my hands, like maps
your touch tells me where to go
instincts and patterns on your skin
exaggerated by Tequila shots
in a room lit by a macbook and blinking sunglasses
just the sound of our breathing
the synching of our hearts beating...

  • I Am the Walrus - The Beatles

Sunday, November 16, 2008

rivers turn to roads

we're on this journey

an adventure
where we don't really have much control over anything
we're just passengers
and as we travel on this road of life
we learn something
we're so fragile
we can break like glass
i think one of the keys to survival is understanding that
everything's a piece of everyone
we're all part of the big plan
we're all just glass passengers
spinning in slow motion*

boredom^













last night i had a party
at my friends dorm at SVA in the city
& 11:11am proved itself to a wish-granter once again
long story short: the boy i like kissed me and we kissed for 2 hours
and had cute little conversations and cute little moments
my friends were all high and are absolutely hilarious when they're high
one thought that the iTunes was blinking at her (?) okay..


i FINALLY got my record player and
immediately put on my Jack's record
it was nice


5 days until the Jacks show... the anticipation is killing me
so i drew andy..















  • Make-Up Smeared Eyes - Automatic Loveletter