New.

I Have a new blog: http://livetheeverydayadventure.blogspot.com
It's about leaving and life on my own.
check it.

letting go,

thankyou for so many memories.

Now comes a new chapter in our book,

one of being apart for long periods of time,

we're all so far away, yet so close together.

let's go live the dream,

our lives will always be intertwined,

no regrets,

i have no clue where i'm going this year,

i have no clue what changes will take place,

or where i will end up.

there's no absolute certianity,

and it's awfull yet all too beautiful.

whatever happens ; no regrets.

things happen and you can't change it,

you can only learn and grow.

leaving,

when I am with him I am simply alive,
I am not floating on air, I am not spinning in circles,
I am merely content, I am thankful, I am full of life,
because life is what he has shown me.

iiiiii promise;

Tonight we sat in my car,

tossing around the idea of leaving,

and re-living the moments of the past year,

to leave this place of love is tearing me up,

but at the same time i know that it's time

it's time to leave and create my own way of life.

I promise myself, from now on,

that i will never let anything hold me back.

things like money,people,lovers,fear...

i will live with no limits; no fear of failure.

Yes, i love my friends and family dearly,

but they will always be here,

behind me,

as for myself, i am

free.

it's time to embrace the opportunity of leaving,

of journeying and of creating,

fly me like the wind.

(photo cred: robyn huizenga)

my only worry is that

we will be cheated out of time,

that is rightfully ours.

the air i breathe,

"Well, all I need

Is the air I breathe

And a place to rest

My head"

i love my life, right now.

goodbye,

castles they might cruble

dreams may not come true

but you are never all alone

becuase i will always, always love you.

-plumb

this summer started out the BEST in the world, i am exicted to see where the rest goes.

boats and stars,,

What a perfect night,

in a boat, in the middle of the lake, under a vast canopy of stars, lights shinning dimmly off shore, laughter floating in the air.

so beautiful it hurts.

I see you sitting there, and I'm reminded why i don't want to leave.

But tonight we are invincible,

tonight we are young,

tonight we are alive.

i hope that you will remember nights like this,

i hope that your always happy.

hope; the only thing that is worth holding on to.

always be my baby,

we are still young, we are still just dreamers blind to the cruelty of this cold world. we are still golden but time will make us bitter. these nights are cold but our hearts are warm, are smiles are bright, but we are still broken inside.

it seems like a movie, we are characters with hopes and dreams that found each other while heading our seperate ways. with wide eyes and nervous minds we somehow met to become this. and who could say for sure, but here is where we are now, somehow together, but still so far apart. with no sure idea on how to close the distance.

i wish i could be that everything for you, as you for me. but i am hardly the person you think i am, and perhaps you are someone else too. but my heart is continualy pulled so terribly close to yours, my hand to your hand, my soul toward what i think is yours.

but the truth is, we are blind. we are fools; we cannot redeem it eachother. it does not always work out heart for heart. life does not amount to what is fair. i am not perfect, and you are not god, nothing can hide the fact that we aren't perfect people. time is our enemy, no matter how far we run we are caught in its trap. and slowly whatever we are is pulled from our grasp.

but i am just bitter, and you are out of reach. But maybe, just maybe, something will work out for once. ..

you are the best one, of the best ones.

"Can you sleep as the sound hits your ears one at a time?

an unspokenbalance here,

unabridged for so many years,
that i should stare at receivers to receive her isn't fair.
don't worry i'll catch you
don't ever worry..

Your arms in mine, anytime
i wouldn't trade anything
you're still my everything
to my surprise, before my eyes, you arrive
don't worry I'll catch you
don't ever worry
i'm still breaking old habits,
You're still breaking my heart.
no need for reminding...
you're still all that matters to me"

-I'll Catch You, by The Get Up Kids

unreachable.

What a beautiful thing it is to be content with just breathing,

becuase your alive..

"This is the epitome of everything you see in the movies

And this world is a time bomb ticking and I think I can stop it if you help me.

And if this ground gives way I just hope that you’ll catch me"

-The Spill Canvas

Gone.

I can't keep myself from thinking "soon this will all be gone" and it's really sad. This, all this, life in this small town, living with my parents, hanging out with my freinds... yeah, it'll all be gone in a few months. And yet, the worst part is the distance. Becuase we'll be from 2 hours apart to across the country apart..



When did we get this old ?
I will miss everything. No more chillin, no more movie nights, no more star gazing, no more spooning for hours on trampolines, no more parties, no more shows, no more lying in bed with my parents discussing our day, no more road trips, no more parks behind my house, no more adventures on spare, no more crazy stories from work, no more visits to the golden arches, no more shopping trips, no more of that daily adventure stuff
but we'll have our memories...

Maybe it's not all gone.
Maybe just different.
Maybe it'll come back to us one day.
Maybe we'll realise how good we had it once.
Maybe.

A good friend once told me:

"Friendships should stay alive no matter what.

You gotta put effort into it.

If you screwed up, you can always fix it"

i wish it could be brought back to life.

Blue eyed boy to green eyed girl.

My brother says my blogs are too "sappy". I don't really think so. So I'll make this one REAL sappy. ..
Tonight at work I stumbled across the man of my dreams. He was real hot. His family left a $15 tip, and a note on the bill that said "thankyou, you work so hard." (Rich and kind) Two other waitors and myself stood at the door watching him leave, with words like "georgeous", "handsome", and "hawt", slipping off our tonges. We fought over who's table I should seat him at if he came back again... whatever I win either way, the other waitors are to old for him...

boo yah.

bffffffffff.

It's always the simple things that change our lives.

And these things never happen when you are looking for them to happen.

Life will reveal answers at the pace life wishes to do so.

You feel like running, but life is on a stroll.

This is how God does things.

-Donald Miller

imma touch the sky

It's funny how things change.

Life is so unconventional.

"I've got everything i need right here with me. I've got air in my lungs, and a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, i love waking up in the morning not knowing what's going to happen, who I'm going to meet, or where I'm going to wind up. Just the other night i was sleeping under a bridge, and now, here i am, on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and i don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at ya, to make each day count. "

-Jack, the Titanic

tune my heart to sing thy grace

My spirit is soaring,

my head is spinning,

my heart is pounding,

and i realised that i get it.

i finally get life.

i am free

dont try to pin me down.

Broken noses and broken hearts

i fell in love this week. with sean penn. he's so badass and beautiful.

i also probably broke my nose. i was talking to stephen as i was getting in my van, and i accidently pulled the car door open to hard and it slammed in my face. I am extremely talented, some would say blonde, but i digress. i bought myself a new notebook today as retail therapy. it's cold outside, but my heart is warm. life is bitter but love is sweet. let's live and die by our own rules.

we are poets.

i went to quebec for a week, like always, it was intense.

this poem is dedicated to a boy named jeff may, who is co-author of my new poetry book entitled: "Jeff&Rae", a book of poetry about certain encounters during class time in the library:

there once was a blonde boy named jeff may
and on his spare he'd like to play
in the library, that is true
and distract girl's who's work was due
by throwing paperclips
his terrible aim would often slip
he'd appolise with a "sorry i missed you"

she would wander over to his table to chat
but he so often was a huge, no, mamoth brat
and threw that deadful paperclip right back
and hit her collar bone with a huge crack
she threw it back with a "UH! take that!"

after appoligising and much tears
he wandered over and procalimed his fears
for he was un capable of drawing nice picutres
and nothing seems to rhyme with picutres
but she picked up a pen and so generously helped him
he began to smile, and stopped looking grim
and then some principle kicked them out
but they did not pout
as the lady began to shout.