Stove Top Troubles

So about an hour and a half ago, I set off the building fire alarms because I was cooking and I hadn't realized the smoke in the apartment until the damn alarms were going off. I don't judge anything in our apartment by smells because our stove is old and it always smells like something is burning. From now on, I have decided to cook with all windows open, even if it is like 2 degrees outside! Earlier this year, my roommate, from Las Vegas, she burned her tofu in the microwave. I mean, can you even microwave that stuff? Is it allowed? I don't think it should be. Especially since she set off the alarms. Both of us have now had the fire department come to our building and had the building evacuated within one semester. I think our apartment is just not ment for us. Then again, maybe I just can't cook. I have made Hamburger Helper with raw meat, made a chicken and rice dish without the sauce, burned rice, boiled water right out of the pan, burned noodles, burned chicken (tonight also). I mean, seriously! I think that when the day comes for me to have to cook for my children or my husband or whatever, take out will be my savior. I clearly have no other choice. I can't even make muffins without burning them! haha...oh man.

Wonders

What is it exactly that makes a person be able to forgive and forget? Sometimes I look at other people and I wonder how it is that they have been through something so terrible and yet they live their lives as if it never happened. I think to myself, wow how can they do that? I wouldn't be able to go on with my life if something so terrible were to happen to me. Some people have this will in them and it is amazing to witness such courage. To be in the presence of something so great. Sometimes I wish I were stronger, that I had the strength to move on. I have the ability to forget, but do I hold the ability to forgive?

Picture...

A candle flicker
from the wind that
came through the window
of a former love
which had recently carried a letter
from the former lover
to a lost love about
a love that had ended years ago but
the hope that still lived on
from that one kiss
that sent them both on a tilt-a-whirl
and then the soft kiss that followed
with the power of a butterfly wing
which had flown past the letter of love
across the waves
carried by the wind
through the window
which blows out the candle
of the lost love
thinking about the former love
whose lips were rose colored and
shaped like a heart and
as each listens closely to the waves
beating against the rocks
and each turns to the wind
to imagine
the touch of lips
the softness of the butterfly kisses
each sends their own heart beats
across the waves
through the windows
and into the memories
of the lost love
and the former love.

This is a response poem at the end of my collection to the first poem, Imagine.

Imagine...

Kisses like butterfly wings
Beating against rose colored lips
In the shape of a heart
That beats with the power of the wind
Which whips up the hair
And spins it around
Like a tilt a whirl or merry go round
And then the touch
Of the finger tips
Ever so light
Like a tiny babe’s
So soft and gentle
Like waves rolling in a light breeze
Which whips up the hair
And beats across the chest
Covering the heart
Which reminds those of the lips
The color of the rose
Kissed by butterfly wings
Beating.

This is my first poem of my poetry collection, Tilt-A-Whirl

My First Post

Okay, so I'm just starting out on this whole blogging thing. I'm an English major and in my Sophomore Colloquium class we discussed jobs, resumes, our futures, etc. One of the things that I learned was that blogging is really good for an English major. I love to write, obviously, so I've decided to start a blog. I don't know who will read this. I don't plan on writing about just one thing. I am always thinking, always wondering, always questioning. I was told that blogging looks good on my resume, therefore I am starting my first blog which will be the beginnings of a segment for my senior portfolio in a few years. So...Wish me luck!