NoOneCalledHerOut

The political system.
The political system and romance.
Romance and the political system.

Ode to an Artichoke. (http://www.motherbird.com/artichoke.html)
Ode to my Socks. (http://www.forks.wednet.edu/FHSMAIN/LangArts/sanchez/Ode%20to%20My%20Socks.htm)

I raise my hand.
I'm wondering if even Pablo Neruda's romance sonnets should be viewed as political as well. Considering he said politics and his poetry are one.

A classmate raises her hand after my teacher tells me I can read however I want and that I should just be aware of his political standings. It was a good answer for me. I accepted that answer.
This classmate. This woman who is not my teacher, tells me that I should LEARN how to read poetry as it is intended, since I'm an English major. Never did I say that I couldn't read. Never was it implied that I was unable to read or comprehend poetry.

I had previously said that reading the poetry of Rumi moved me. His romantic way of speaking, the words he used, etc. I found out most of his poems were allegories about the love between a man and God.
This is where I wasn't so moved.
So I didn't want to be disappointed again. I didn't want to fall in love with what I interpreted is poetry to be. I understand poetry can always be left for interpretation. But if I'm thinking love, and he's talking politics, we're on two completely different pages.

Now, let us take a step back for a moment.
I don't usually mind being corrected.
I mind being corrected when someone like her tries to tell me how I do things, and how I should change.
She didn't comprehend what I asked, and she was talking to me about comprehension?
Not really my thing.

I know how to read.
I know how to read poetry.
I know how to read poetry without inserting my opinion in every which way.

What I wanted to know was if he had an intended direction.
I wanted some insight into the mind of Pablo Neruda.
If he was open to interpretation, so be it.
But if he wasn't, what was it he wanted?

Now take a step back.
Calm down.
You have too much going on right now.

Alright I'm done.

Update on the last post.

My mom lost two inches around her waist in two weeks by eating 25-30 grams of fiber a day.
I'm on that bandwagon.
That plus working out?
I'm going to lose what I want to lose in no time.

Sometimes you realize it's just time to change.

I've been overweight for pretty much all of my life.
It's time to make a change.
I keep saying that. I keep saying that I need to lose weight. But this is when it starts. It starts right now.
I have to stop procrastinating, stop making excuses, stop being lazy, and take steps towards making a difference.
6 30 every night I will go to the gym. Precisely 6 30. If I'm already out, I will be dressed and ready to go to the gym.
Only on Mondays do I have something to do.
By the time the two months of school is over, I will be at a weight I want to be at.
No longer will I be self-conscious.
I am happy with where I am. But it's time to make a difference.

Life is Delicate

Someone close to me tried to end her life a couple of days ago.
I didn't know how to react when I was told.
My best friend called me hysterical and I didn't know what to say to her, when she hung up, I started shaking and wasn't able to stand up for too long.
I'm 8 hours away from home. 8 hours away from home and there was nothing I could do to help.
She was in the hospital, and a few days before she had told me she loved me.
On all of her daughters' walls, she wrote that she loved them.
This is a bit of a bland way to write about this, I know, but I've almost become numb. At the beginning, I let out so much emotion, I feel like I don't have any left in me. I don't have any tears left, any energy.
I can only imagine how her family feels.

She drank. She drank a lot. So much that people usually don't live at all when they drink that much, or at least don't live without severe brain damage.
It's almost a slap in the face, telling me to wake up. Realize how lucky I am to be alive.
This made me realize that I have to appreciate everything.
I don't really like to share things that are so close to me, but I want to be able to remember this everyday of my life. I want to remember how horrible I felt and how nothing is more important that appreciating the things I take for granted.

My best friend is one of her daughters. She is staying so strong, when I talk to her, her voice doesn't quiver, she doesn't sigh or break down. She's so strong, and as I always admire her, I admire her even more right now.

Life is too delicate. It scares me sometimes to remember everything I used to go through with depression, it scares me knowing that her mom is unable to stop this, it's clinical depression... I don't know what else to say.

It's a beautiful day out today.
And I have the windows open as I'm studying and doing my homework, taking deep breaths of the fresh air that some people are no longer able to appreciate. Listening to the sounds of people who are oblivious to the world around them, oblivious as to how lucky they truly are.

Fin.

Writing the Rumi Anthology - Poetry Journal

I completely threw away what I had and am now re-writing everything.
The one before this was done in a short amount of time, and I want more time to think it over.
What I have now is a little better so far, it's just difficult choosing poetry and such.
One of my classmates came over yesterday to ask me for help, I was REALLY able to help her, a lot more than I would have been able to help myself. I'm doing the anthology kind of backwards, though. I wrote my poem first, and NOW I'm picking the theme and the poems. I doubt it's going to work out as well as I'd like it to, but that's alright.

My theme requires poems that probably don't hit me as hard as some of Rumi's other poetry. I'll see how it goes.

Drunk words are sober thoughts.

I hate you. For everything you've done to me, I hate you.
For everything I am, I hate you.
I blame you for it all.
I am empty and I am alone because of you.
No matter what happens to me, I will always be alone without you.

I've been having some intense writer's block lately.
I've no idea what to post about, and it's beginning to drive me crazy.
I was on Facebook last night and commented on someone's status that I would give them birthday sex.
This someone is a close friend of mine.
Apparently I have to watch what I say now, because his girlfriend didn't like that.
I don't know his girlfriend well, I met her once, but I don't think it's alright for her to be upset about what I say to him. If I'm one of his close friends, I can say whatever I want, considering I was there for him when no one else was, I think I deserve to have that kind of friendship with him.
I'm not complaining for any reason other than the fact that friendships should come before relationships. I shouldn't have to censor myself because someone's girlfriend is too insecure about her relationship to realize that I'm not going to travel across the country to give my friend birthday sex.
I understand that sometimes a relationship is bumpy, I get that. But it's not my fault that you can't tame your girlfriend. It's not my fault that she's "unhappy" with my sense of humour.
You've been one of my best friends. As soon as you met her, you distanced yourself and now I'm forced to change our friendship and how comfortable we are with each other.
Great.
Bitch.
Go to hell.