#the maebee

[themaebee]

Lake Michigan

Dusk rises as the pale dusty blue reaches up to the hazy clear pink and the dusty blue envelops the hazy pink until the clear pink is smothered by the falling of the navy blue night. 

[themaebee]

I2 Am th2e O2cean

i am not the hes or the o

i am not the polar+-

or the covalent

i am not the tension or the charge

that binds the hes and the os

i am not the droplet

that forms upon the chlorophyll blade

i am not the flowing or the still

  i2 Am tH2e CrAsH2

i2 Am tH2e rO2Ar

i2 Am the gO2Ing I2N2

and the CO2mI2N2g O2Ut

For I am the ocean

And I will not be diminished.

[themaebee]

It's almost 3 am

I should be sleeping, but I'm feeling creative so I'm writing. It feels really good. I've written like an entire page and a half in about an hour. I'm not a quick writer when it comes to prose. Not anymore, at least. 

Yeah, but I'm sitting in front of my fireplace, drinking apple cider, listening to Alexi Murdoch, and writing. Life is good for now. I wish it could always be this nice.

[themaebee]

Heresy

If I told you I didn't believe in love,

would you believe me?

Or would you hate me?

If I told you I didn't  believe in love,

would you accuse me of heresy?

Would you burn me at the stake for blasphemy?

And condemn me for eternity for the ultimate crime of unbelief?

Although, frankly, I don't care if my cynicism causes only grief.

But would it disgust you to know that I believed in love only so far as its

      existence as an ideal?

It might annoy you,

but I won't change what I feel.

But would it surprise you if I told you I believe in saying I love you?

Would it shock you if I told you there is nothing more beautiful and true

Than saying those three gorgeous and filthy words?

[themaebee]

Decay

we all wither one day

the petals once     bold   and bright

begin to spot.                               the vibrancy of life has failing stamina

for these petals cannot weather the storm-a strong wind blows and a petal

falls.

and the stem begins to bend

and the spine an r

but listen,       i say,       age and time    are not ugly

indeed, there is

beauty

    in

decay

[themaebee]

I have yet to

master

the art of a

short,

succinct

poem

[themaebee]

Guess what I am reading?!

My friend mailed me John Green's Looking for Alaska and it arrived yesterday. I'm on p.123 already. I cannot believe I have not read any of John Green's works before now. < That's odd because I decided I wanted to pursue becoming a writer because of him...

When I read books I use a blank sheet of paper as a bookmark and just write down thoughts and quotes that I really like on the sheet of paper, and then keep the sheet in the book forever. The bookmark for Looking for Alaska a third of the way filled and I am worried that I'm going to have to use two pieces of paper. But it's a happy kind of worry.

For me, good writing doesn't have to be full of metaphor (and if that's what's supporting your story, that's a waste of time). Good writing is when I stop and reread something because it's phrased so beautifully and interestingly. An so far, John Green has done that. And it makes me so frickin' happy!!!

Anywho this is the end of my rant. Time to actually do some homework instead of reading and telling myself I'm only going to read one more section.

[themaebee]

A Haiku for my microwave

My microwave gets

mad at me when I don't pay

attention to it