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As it turns out life is complicated and messy and gritty and dirty. Call it simple or easy if you want, but you're lying to yourself to feel better. It's hard growing up in today's world, it's hard having friends who betray you or families that are hard to like. We all need those everlasting friends and those moments of clarity where we see our lives flash before us, and those times to be completely carefree. As we crash through the jungle of this life, we all steal a few hearts and break a few bones. But hey. That's life right?

Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Let me tell you a story from a distant land

The girl beloved, the girl self damned

Surrounded by people, infinitely alone

Behold the Ice Queen on her throne

It’s made of glass and grains of sand

And memories she never had

The sharpest edges cut her down

She bleeds but damn it makes her proud

Standing, blood drips to her toes

Barefoot and bloody, but no one knows

Because her magic tells them otherwise

Because instead of truth they’d rather be blind

To escape it better pluck out your eyes

Offer your hands and let them be tied

They pulled out her heart as a sacrifice

Because she prayed to make it through the night

So now a vision, now a dream

She haunts the castle and she can’t leave

A wisp of a specter with a story to tell

An angel who forgot that from heaven she fell

Now with sad, white eyes and a naked frown

She wears on her head the broken crown

She tried to cast away so many times

But it keeps coming back night after night

And she doesn’t know why, she doesn’t know how

Either how to be lost or how to be found

So she wanders the snow, cold and barefoot

And watches the mountains, pale and distant

She doesn’t move just stares and stares

And starts to cry like she can’t bear

The sight of the distant rocky cliffs

Night after night she repeats this

Because someone told her once that he would move the mountains for her

But he lied because still those mountains tower over her

So even as a ghost, even in death

Her utter loneliness she can’t forget

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Make Me Remember

Wrote this a couple days ago. It's not finished yet, but I like where it seems to be going :)


Please make me feel tonight
Make me remember feelings that I forgot that I had
When I’m next to you I feel half human
I can do the love with the pain so find me a Cupid’s
bow to shoot me through the heart
I can take the pain if it’s a new start
I like that you’re more than meets my I
love that you’ll text me late at night
and ask me to tell you about my life
Because you know I need to spill who I am 
But no one asks the questions so I feel I can’t
Tell me, tell me, tell me somethins
Is this the ball or is it just a pumpkin?
Is it just a ploy? Is it just a trick?
Are you faking or are you interested?
Fall asleep with me over the phone
Describe the world that you come from
Type out the worlds that you have built 
and I’ll sing to you this page you’ve filled

Tuesday, August 30, 2011


Q&A with Katy


Three things you are proud of about your personality
I will never give up on you.
I believe in the goodness of people, and I look for the best in you, no matter what your reputation, or other people, or your t-shir
I love understanding how things work. So that includes the mechanism by which food is digested in the stomach with cells that produce hydrochloric acid. It also includes you. Tell me what makes you tick, and why you are the way you are, because if you think you’re awesome, or you think you’re an ass, I genuinely want to know what made you that way.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Thursday, August 25, 2011


Q&A with Katy

The best thing to happen to you this week?


This week has been absolutely amazing. My cousin, my sis, and I learned this song and sang it in three part harmony for his birthday, and then the bonfire at the beach under the stars, and the band playing our favorite songs for us, and staying up late talking about everything, and watching Sherlock Holmes. This week has been the best summer of my life.

Q&A with Katy


Name the family member you're closest to and describe your relationship with them


I’m closest with my sister Mary. I’ve been told that sisters usually despise one another, don’t get along, and never talk. My sister and I aren’t like that. We live together, eat together, go to school together, sometimes say the same sentence together, it’s crazy. My sister says we have a psychic link because of how we talk at the same time and finish each other’s sentences. Sometimes she’ll look at me and I’ll know what she’s asking. Or sometimes I’ll say, “What song am I thinking of that sounds like that one song you showed me yesterday?” and she’ll know. Sometimes my knee will hurt and usually it’s ‘cause Mary’s been too hard on hers, and somehow I know. We can be crazy together, and we can just sit and not hardly say anything for hours and it’s not weird or anything. Our voices may sound virtually identical over the phone, but we’re both really different people with different histories; how I think and process is so opposite of how Mar does. I’m logical, she’s emotional. I’m cautious and she jumps right in. I analyze and she goes with her gut. I do things when I feel like it, and she’s super disciplined. I’m a nightowl and she goes to bed at nine. 
To sum it up, let me just tell you what Mar told me about two days ago. We were talking about how some of our friends are starting to get married, and she said “When you get pregnant, I’m moving in. I don’t know where your husband is going to go, but I’m going to live with you. And for those nine months when you’re fat and bitchy and no one likes you, I’ll love you anyway and buy weird groceries for all your cravings…but when the baby is born I’m leaving, that thing is your problem, not mine.”