Airport

Everyday, thousands of people step through the metal security barrier that separates 'here' and 'there.' Where are they going? Why are they going? Who will they see?
Rushing down the hallway, luggage in hand, each person and family keeps to themselves. Employees, other travelers, and even unusual wall decor goes unnoticed.
Who have they missed the chance to meet because their faces were buried in itineraries and boarding passes, rather than being in the moment?

Jane Eyre

About a month ago, my sister introduced me to Jane. Ever since then, I've been obsessed with her. I read her at work everyday and she's taking me quite a while, but finally I'm almost done (she's a teacher in St. John Rivers' school right now) and my sister said the best part is coming up soon.
As an English major I feel as if I'm so behind on reading all the classic novels. I made a list of books I want to read ASAP.

Jane Eyre-Charlotte Bronte <3 <3
Emma-Jane Austen
Wuthering Heights-Emily Bronte
The Count of Monte Cristo-Alexandre Dumas
Animal Farm-George Orwell
Brave New World-Aldous Huxley
Frankenstein-Mary Shelley
Heart of Darkness-Joseph Conrad
The Invisible Man-HG Wells
Catch 22-Joseph Heller
A Tale of Two Cities-Charles Dickens
Notes from Underground-Fyodor Dostoyevsky

I started reading The Invisible Man last summer at work, but I left it there and couldn't find it the next time I went to work (who would take that book?) I also read a lot of Notes from Underground senior year in high school, but it was second semester and I don't remember any of it.
I definitely want to read more Charlotte Bronte and Virginia Woolf. Henry James? Not so much. I know it would be a good idea though.

Paula Creamer

No one ever notices my dimples,
...maybe that's because I have tons of them.
No one ever comments on how fast I go,
...maybe that's because I'm gone so quickly.
No one ever asks me for my name,
...maybe that's because it's written on me.
No one ever understands the pain I feel,
...maybe that's because I'm hit daily.
No one ever pays attention to what I want,
...maybe that's because her wants actually matter.

I'm yelled at, tossed around, and smacked repeatedly,
...but I don't have a choice.
After all, I'm just a Precept 4. The lady in pink
...is the one calling the shots.

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
.....-Robert Frost

Route Nineteen

A concrete garden sprouts on Route Nineteen

lush with weeds, moss, and plants,

fertilized with sewage waste,

and ripe with the smog of exhaust fumes.

A lonely sunflower grows in a concrete garden

on Route Nineteen, out of a sewer

full of unwanted plants

in a roadside garden.

A strip of sunlight shines on a lonely sunflower

as it struggles to survive

in a highway haven on Route Nineteen

against the odds of a polluted sky.
 

A looming cloud blocks a strip of sunlight

from feeding a flower

in attempts to water

a concrete garden on Route Nineteen.

The pavement on Route Nineteen provides

a special sort of environment 

which allows a sunflower to flourish

alongside the weeds in a sewer

on the side of the road.

Combination Lock

Wandering down this aisle
...of aged and dusty books
I wonder if the 'how to do this'
...and the 'rules for that'
are as outdated as
...the silver haired librarian.


In school we were always taught
....formulas, rules, and lessons
which were to lead us to success.

In school we were never taught
....lying, cheating, and stealing
might also lead to success.


In school we were always taught
....friends, relationships, and parents
would be there for you in the future.

In school we were never taught
....friends, relationships, and parents
would likely let you down in the future.


The teachers and the books
...prepared us for the simplest part
that we could have figured out ourselves;,
...and misguided us to believe
that the world out there was fair.


The would out there is not as simple
...as the combination lock on your old gym locker,
thirty four, twenty six, seventeen
...every single time.


No, the world out there guarantees
...that your lock played a dirty trick on you,
thirty for, twenty six, seventeen
...will never work a second time.

What to write about?

Recently I've felt like I don't have anything to write about. I keep trying to write about something at work, but I normally get interrupted and actually have to start doing something and lose my train of thought, or it just turns out like crap (and I mean worse than any of the crap I've posted on here).

Hopefully something will come to me soon. My 13 (14?) year old cousin is coming to visit tonight and staying until Saturday night. Maybe she'll provide some entertainment. It's sure to be a blast from the past of pre-high school drama.

Speaking of nothing related:
Healthy Foods - I need to eat more of these 

In other news, I really need to start working on my visa application. London is in a little over two months!