Craving Sushi

Today has been a sushi craving type of day. I long to feel the sublte flavours of rice and fish melding together on my tongue, the satisfaction of knowing I've eaten something heathly AND delicious. :)

And it's all a coworkers' fault. She brought in some sushi she made at home. It was so fresh and tasty, I wanted to eat the whole box. So I decided I'd treat my brother and sister sushi tommorrow at the Tokyo Express, and then Ryan and I are going to try it ourselves at a later date.

That should be fun. And messy. And experimental. :)

Well, some new poetry should be up soon. Until then!

Sitting in The Dark, Blogging.

Seriously, that's what I'm doing right now at this very moment. Just so my miniscule group of creepers has something to read late at night. Thinking of that makes me feel small and insignificant. I guess feeling insignificant is sometimes a good thing: it's humbling in a way. Shame few other teenagers think like that. I think the world would be a better place if everyone was modest and kept their head down and shied away from compliment and power. But then I guess we'd be a weak species of animal if we were all like that.

Not saying that I shy away from things and keep my head down. Most certainly not. It's just a thought, my muse for the day.

Anyways, let's run through what's happening right now in the life of Deana! :)

School's finally over and done with, thank freakin god! Now is the time for me to relax and get away from people that for the last two months have been driving me nuts. Nothing ahead of me but a summer of work and play.

I sent two poems for The Isabel Miller Young Writer's award, but I won't find out if my writing has any merit till at least September. Why does it take so long? I'm an impatient person! This also means that writing should become more frequent again, so we'll see if I can live up to my promises this time.

Yay to being a good judge of character: my Boyfriend is awesome! :)

WildFire Falling.

I fell for you
so hard and fast
that hitting the concrete
almost hurt.
I don't know
if I can pick myself
up again.
I guess I'm afraid that
as quickly as you appeared,
you'll fade away.
And like the forest
that held a feast
for the wildfire
I'll have nothing
again.

- - -

Hopefully this will keep some of you dingbats satiated for a little while. The deadline for the Young Writer's Award is rapidly approaching, so it shouldn't be too long until I am regularily posting again. I've chosen two poems to enter, and from what people have said about them, I'd like to say that they've got a least a running chance. Of course, people are sometimes too nice.

A few comments of WildFire Falling. The first three lines I actually came up with just as I was about to drift into sleep. I guess I was just thinking about some stuff that I'd really like to say, but I keep thinking to myself that I'm not ready for that yet. Maybe this poem was my way of communication without really trying or feeling like I'd fail to elaborate on my emotions. Poetry is good that way.

Crappy Poetry For A Friend.

Hey you,
you're very tall
and you've got a lot of freckles,
pretty sea-colored eyes.
It must be nice
to mean the world
to so many people--
especially me.

Sometimes I feel exasperated
by your sharp wit.
But most times,
it's all a sense of awe.
The glowlight around you
is fuzzy and warm;
the best peach
you could ever eat.

I may not say it,
but I think you know it:

You are the better half
of my apple,
the cheese
of my macaroni,
the center
to my tasty ruhbarb pie.

Eat that,
you damn best friend.

- - -

Snap, here's some really shitty poetry. But at least it gets my point across. Enjoy, turdfaces! :)

The Reasons Behind Skimpy Posting.

I actually do have a very good reason for not posting as often as I would like to. Seriously. Well, actually, I have two.

1. This is my better of the two. There's an award that I'd really love to win: The Isabel Miller Young Writers Award. I've been working really hard to come up with some strong piece to enter, and as far as writing goes, everything that is entered for the award cannot have been published elsewhere. A majority of my recent work has been holed away as possiblities for entrance.

2. This where I get to complain. Not many people actually read my blog. I think there are possibly one or two creepers that are frequent readers, so it's hard to keep up the work when your not obliged to. Honestly, that's fine by me. I started a blog with the intent to write more often, and that I have accomplished. Okay, I guess I'm not really complaining. :)

Anyways, as soon as I put my entries in for the award, posting will become more frequent.

Adieu!