Haze

Talking til morning,
Running free on the beach,
Dreams about flying,
Expressed with a bottle of Chablis,
Laughter and Jokes,
The ornery days too,
Each little moment,
Treasured, where
Nothing is out of reach

Somehow those days,
Turned into months,
Each one more precious,
Than the one before that,
We learn as we go,
We grow as we cry,
Talking for hours,
I feel you inside.

A heart, is quite queer,
It doesn’t listen to Sense,
And Reason has run out the door,
Well, Suspense, that’s the kicker,
He keeps you on your toes
Dancing on the edge,
You never really know…

Raindrops

Raindrops, they twinkle in the stormy night
So haunting, so bright,
They’ll taunt you every time,
They’ll sing you lullabies,
A story sung through the night,
The hope, the dreams, the love, the joy,
Rain paints on a canvas,
It’s Earth,
The hate, the sorrow, the fear, the desperation,
It’s all washed clean,
A fresh slate, rejuvenated again,
A cycle, it goes,
The world is tainted again,
Until the raindrops come back,
And they dance in the twinkling lights,
Telling stories another night.

Trust

Trust
Five tiny letters,
It would appear trivial,
Yet, it carries such a weight of importance,
A burden, a curse,
It’s beautiful, it’s easily broken,
It’s not something that is given on a whim,
But it can be lost it in a matter of seconds,
After it took years to earn it,
Trust, a noble idea,
Vital for survival,
Is there a defining moment where trust is given?
Implicitly, Completely, Without question.
Trust
A simple matter of faith and honesty?
So hard to come by,
Keeping faith and finding honesty,
It’s an open-ended promise,
Trust

Red Light

She danced all night,
She took the stage,
The stage light followed her,
Glinting sparkles, all across her skin,
Dressed, there appeared to be -
Close to no clothing at all,
She was simply adorned,
Quite like a Christmas tree

Center stage she swayed and writhed,
Sultry glances, thrown over her shoulders,
To the men, with the admiring eyes,
While her hands stroked down her sexy thighs,
She appeared, from a distance,
Like the perfect seductress,
Untouchable, only found in dirty fantasies.

Little do they know, after retrieving her tips,
Does she perform an entirely different kind of dance,
An exchange of desperation,
To bury the pain,
Her fear of failure led her astray…

Flaunting her body was the easiest thing to do,
The money kept rolling,
But the pain…
It was only subdued.

That Green Dress

I looked at that green dress today,
I found it in the back of my closet,
The dress that the wind took for a spin,
That night it got stuck in my stiletto,
As I gracefully tried to descend the stairs,
The green reflected in your eyes,
The admiration was clear, as you took me in,
The smell of spicy gardenias, lightly caressed my skin,
A kiss so sweet, clashing with my smoky eyes,
That dress it danced, a million times,
Flirting, seducing, swaying – just so
That green dress took in the twinkling lights,
Reflected in the water, so trite
Green, contrasting with the pastels and black,
An individual, standing together but alone.
That green dress holds the memories,
In the back of my closet,
Until the day, I pull it out again,
And let my mind wander, falling prey

Summer Nights, Where did they go?

I was going crazy this summer…. only working part time… opting out of summer school for the first time in years…. All I wanted was to be busy again.

Now that I am, all I want to do it sleep. I wish there were more hours in the day.

I really love what I’m doing. So I can’t complain; it would be pointless.

Can you guess which person is me?

Week Two, Exciting, non?

Well, I’m halfway into week two of being a full-time college student.  I DON’T KNOW.  That’s all I know: the fact that I really don’t know.  Yep, how’s that for philosophical?  I’m already thinking about changing my major from Entrepreneurial Studies to Media.  I love doing media based projects.  I could honestly sit at a computer all day designing brochures, editing movies, editing pictures, etc.  I wish I had a magic ball and I could just look into the future and say “what would happen if I got my BSBA in Entrepreneurial Studies?” and there would be this big magical light and I would see if I was happy and successful or possibly not.

I currently have 20 minutes ’til my next class and I should probably be getting a headstart on my homework.  Yet, I’m sitting here, typing a blog entry in a busy restaurant.  Who can blame a girl for needing several minutes to cool her jets??

I’m working on my College Survival Guide for Students.  I had to figure out a way to take all my necessities and yet cut my bag down from 20 lbs to a heckuva lot less.  I will tell you though- I’ve named my backpack.  Her name is Electra.  It just seemed like a good idea this morning on the commute to work/school.  I mean it does a great service for me; holds my books all together for me all day long.

CLASS TIME.

Kazumura Cave Tours!! EXCITING STUFF!

I got to go into Kazumura Cave on the Hilo side of the Big Island.  I LOVED IT!!!!  I could have gone down multiple time and still learned so much more.  Harry Shick gives tours of the cave, where he has an entrance on his property.  Now, I’m not going to give too much away.  You’ll have to go yourself and experience it all.  Harry is a wealth of information.  He even wrote a book (which I have a signed copy of!) on how the lava tubes are formed.  It’s called “Understanding Lava Tubes and Lava Caves”.  You can purchase it at Amazon.com for $15.  He also has copies available on the tour site.

PC for Dummies Would Suffice

I tell you…. college is a doozy.

Back to School I Go

The first day of instruction was on the 8th, which was yesterday.  I was so unbelievably excited to get my butt back in a classroom all summer long; I just couldn’t wait.  These past two days have been slightly overwhelming.  Let me give you some background on how I’ve approached college in the past: I took a majority of online classes and went into college for a select few.  So I never had to carry around 50 lbs of books along with my MacBook Pro; an umbrella because of the temperamental weather; enough snacks to last a week (which I polish off by the time I get home); and a huge binder.  I’m not complaining about that… well I actually will moan and groan about my sore back at the end of the day… but it’s just been complete culture shock.  That is the only way I know how to describe it.  I was homeschooled for elementary & middle school.  Online classes were a must, due to all my theatre, music and dance rehearsals and classes during my high school years.

Tuesdays I’m up by 6am (up meaning vertical, not coherent), I hop on the bus around 7am and make it to downtown by 8:30am, where I then have 30 minutes to kill before I start work at 9am.  I love my job! (More on that later).  I work until 12 where I then I have to run to the shuttle for a class that starts at 12:30 and right after that I have 10 minutes to run to another class.  I then have a night class that is 3 hours long.  Wowie. As you can imagine I am pretty wiped by the time I make it home around 9:30.  The rest of the week I’m done by 4pm (Hallelujah!).

Being a commuting (not dorming) transfer student, is very odd.  I’m sure there are those of you out there that have experienced this.  You don’t have your roommate to hang out with and you don’t have friends in your dorm.  You go to class & go home after class is finished.  At least that’s how it’s been for me thus far.  I have several other friends at different universities than I, that commute.  They can relate to my experience, so I know I’m not the only one.  From what I’ve noticed it’s predetermined that you will have friends no matter what if you dorm.  You may hate your roommate, but there’s that person down the hall that you can go and vent to.  I’ve met some cool people that I think could turn into friends.  Time will tell, I’m just trying to take it one day at a time.