first post

I am a writer and a thinker. I believe capturing my life on a blog will be a great discharge of my creative energy. I will post pictures, my poems, and thoughts from day to day.

First of all, I think I need to move somewhere beautiful. I live in a gorgeous town. But, I want to be somewhere interesting and different. I recently wrote a poem about my "new beauty" that I hope to find. Enjoy:)

I want to meet someone beautiful.

The girl whose nose is slightly horse-shaped.

The one with the lower lip fatter and toned a darker red.

Yet, she is still beautiful and foreign with a vintage sheer dress.

I remember now the other day how I did not feel beautiful.

I did not feel French or British or Italian with tongues light and 

language crisp with eloquence.

The light was really fog and as I walked

faces were similar.

Like my hometown of personality incest

the incest of parallel people, parallel lives.

I searched for one, a body, a frame that was not phobic 

of thrift shops or tea in china mugs 

or long walks with no purpose past empty land 

with no owner or deed.

I saw the only beauty I have grown with:

the women with Stair-master hips discussing 

palates and play-dates. 

She had long thighs and strawberry blond hair however,

I want to runaway to somewhere new and beautiful

looking beautiful, but more importantly

chasing the different brands of beautiful people that 

I know are somewhere for me to find.