simply yours.

I hear the simple melodies
the ones sung by broken hearts,
lost souls begging for mercy
and being covered in exquisite grace.
oh, that a thousand tongues 
would raise their voices to sing
the simplest of all love songs.
your name, your name, your name.
beautiful and pure and adored
and more than enough. 

a masterpiece.

the canvas
on which life is expressed through
splashes of laughter,
streaks of tears,
sprays of anger,
scribbles of tragedy,
and dabbles of love,
remains strangely white. 
the artist's fears of tainting the innocence
and purity of the blank space
prevent the creation of a masterpiece. 
and so, result in
nothingness. 


while the artist continues to 
buy and buy and buy
crisp new brushes and lovely colours
books on technique
and magazines on style
imagining and dreaming,
diligently studying and critiquing
others' masterpieces
but never touching, 
never creating their own.
leaving their canvas 
empty and untouched
meaningless. 


because it takes a courageous person
to begin painting. 
and only the bold 
can finish their masterpieces. 

you are cordially invited...

After an extremely busy weekend, we are FINISHED making the invites! :) Thank goodness!  I definitely could not have done this without my handsome man, my lovely maid of honour, and the best man. Kudos and so many thanks to them for putting up with my orders and crazy artistic antics. I am sooo excited to send these out and to get our RSVPs in. 

a possibility

Music so lovely that it warms my heart and breaks it. 
I want to dance and cry at the same time. 





you placed this promise at my feet
but I need something that I can keep
is it even a possibility

I remember looking at you
wondering if you even knew
so I closed my eyes and counted to ten
was hoping that you would kiss me then
kissing me
is it even a possibility

heart´s been stolen
eyes are swollen
all these words were never spoken
stomach sinking
wishful thinking
wish that you would phone

I wish these fears would disappear
so we could run away from here
is it even a possibility....

lull me to silence

poetic declarations of love

capture the heart's desire to express

(in concrete, unchangeable words)

what it cannot

when the flutter of life

falls into oceans of silence. 

a beautiful story.

I can't stop watching this video, it's so lovely.

and tomorrow is here.

School starts today. 
And since graduating highschool, this will be the third city I've lived in. It's also the third school I've attended, and the third time I'll be a new student. 


They say the third time's a charm.