How True Artists Play The Guitar.

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My brother took this picture of me while I was playing guitar. And wearing a tamborine on my head. And I also don't know how to wear necklaces.

Just thought I'd share. :)

Smudge - Prose.

Sweet grass smoke stifles the room with the chilling presense of spirituality. As the shell is passed around and each person douses themselves in a moment of silent prayer, I find myself wondering what it is they're praying for, what it is they hope to bless. The shell is set before me and I take a moment to wash myself in the haze. My face, my hands, my heart. I pass the smudging bowl on before I realize I forgot to pray.

Termites and Maggots.

Termites doused in lies
chew holes through the very floor
I stand upon.
And maggots
deceit filled and rotting
become flies.
And they whisper
hushed buzzes in my ear
whip around me
with hungry eyes.

Two Long Years Ago.

Two years ago, I started this blog. Two years ago feels such like a long time; I've changed so much. I've grown up a little. I've felt moments of warm gratitude and moments of indifference. I've felt lost and found again, I've made friends, lost friends, regained friends. I've felt the heated fingertips of love, the cold smack of losing it. I've learned, I've forgotten. I've forgiven and been forgiven. And somehow, I've blogged about it all.
It's amazing to think that almost three hundred posts later, I'm still finding things to write about. And I'm still discovering.

And it wouldn't be right to celebrate how far I've come without thanking a few people:

The Sqaure Corner - Who gave me a lot of support, especially in the beginning (I think you were the first person to actually comment here!), and who taught me a certain sense of mystery. I always loved reading your poems and wondering what you were getting at.

Human Paradox - Who inspired me to always try to write with a sense of rhythm. You showed me rhyming could be cool (never really liked it till I stumbled across your blog). Thank you also for the mad support, it is so appreciated.

Old Ollie - Who showed me poems with real zen. I admire your short and sweet and to the point style of writing. You have a good balance between going with the flow and being concise, and I find a lot of inspiration in your work.

Taylor - For a number of things, but especially for being close to my age but still having such a deep afection for words. I see a lot of myself in your musings, and I thank you for giving me something to read and smile at late at night.

Also thanks to anyone else who has posted here, showed support, or left a piece of advice. I love opening the comments field to see a new fragment of wisdom that's been left behind. There is too many people to thank personally (and I'm afraid of forgetting anyone), so pat yourselves on the back and take this huge THANK YOU as a special present! :D

And finally thank you to all my friends and family (and boyfriend, who endures my love of poetry and other things, though they are not his favorite!) that have stopped by and read even a single sentence. Thanks especially to Half of Mac and Cheese. It means so much to me that anyone would take even thirty seconds of their day to read what I (sometimes) dump haphazardly on the internet.

Here's to two years and more to come!

But now it's late, and I'm tired.