The Crooked Waltz

Black and white line my walls, and night falls unforgivably onto my window panes.
How many minutes have passed, I wonder.
For how many seconds have I breathed this burnt air, letting it swirl, twirl, and dance lazily in my lungs; a crooked waltz.
I've written of my favors and faults, and how the flavors of a better time passed still lingers on the tip of my tongue and swims around my teeth; making them chatter at the thought of life never returning to the way it was once.
A mouth made of lyric and rhyme, I've been wasting away in this city of gray and rain. The buildings scrape the sky and the air tastes of coffee and smoke.
Wind swirls around anyone who stands within the city's walls; wrapping them in it's chill.
I've been bathing in fallen rain, and wrapping myself in an incense flavored blanket for 20 years.
And this is home.

Late Night Entry

The floor moaned and groaned in protest to the upstairs tenant's unfamiliar weight. My ceiling was bending and squeaking, and burrowing its noises into my ears, keeping me awake. My eyes wander the room, trying to find something to captivate me, or better yet, bore me to sleep.
At least I'm not alone.
Whoever is upstairs is pacing the floorboards back and fourth; maybe caught between sleep and wake just like I am.
My mind races as the dim Christmas lights blur into a thousand streaming lines in the hallway, illuminating the black and white photographs that line the walls.
Warmth from the freestanding heater creeps up my body and into my face, suffocating me and my thoughts. Finally my mind is quieted, and I'm ready to drift.
When the owl finally rests it's wide, wise eyes, the night finally says
good morning,
good morning,
goodnight.

The Purpose.

There's a purpose to everyone's blog. Some people want to blog about fashion, and others music. I mainly intend to post my poetry and thoughts, sometimes photos of people or things I come across that interest me. I'm a 19 year old lady living in the evergreen state, and I wouldn't have it any other way. My entire life is music, as I write and record regularly. I also have a pug named Moose you'll be hearing a lot about as well, and his own little adventures. There are many things that inspire me, from the street I live on, to random google images. I never really know where my inspiration comes from. So my real intention here, is to interest and inspire you as well. Thank you for reading, and I hope you'll soon be checking back for updates on the things I do and find.