Oscar Night

As many of you know, the Academy Awards are one of the most important ceremonies in the film industry. Actors, writers, directors, and other artists are honored and recognized for their work on this night. The 2012 Oscars are on Sunday February 29, and once again, I will most likely only be watching from my television. A few years ago, after watching the ceremony with a friend, I promised myself that one day I would be THERE, either on stage, in the audience, or present in some other fashion. It is my dream to immerse myself in the films and to be a part of them, and to talk with other actors and directors (and writers, of course) who know the industry and have had the privilege to be part of it. As an aspiring actress and screenwriter, I wistfully watch as others take part in film history and know that this year is not my time. I know that I can do it, and given the chance, I will go. But not this year, apparently. Not this year.

Depth Perceptions

I draw up my words as
A child draws a sloshing bucket,
Struggling with the rope
That descends into the cold, stone well.

I spill my words onto paper as
A fisherman heaves a net overboard
Woven by a tired wife
Always waiting for his return.

I coax my words to form as
A little girl urges her kitten
To come out from under the cabinet
And into the warming sun.

Pintrest

I've decided to create a Pintrest account! Follow me at browneyedgal95 for some great antique pictures.

Broken

Thought my phone

Was

Broken, when you

Never

Called me back.

Turns out you

Broke

My heart instead

And now you're

Wearing

Black

Of Diamonds and Dragonflies

Shafts of moonlight collecting dust
Settle on the grasses of
My garden of rust.
My paintings are fading
At the hands of time
And my diamond-set
Dragonflies are heavy with lyme.
It would be me to keep a garden
Frostbitten with unkempt
And try to re-create a world
Of my own vain attempt.

My Jolly Sailor Bold

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea.
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.


-Hanz Zimmer, Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides

Pearls

"This pearl has become my soul... If I give it up, I shall lose my soul."

- John Steinbeck, The Pearl