Hi. I'm leaving for awhile, YIPEE.

To be frank, I don't truly like sharing my thoughts via internet. I feel disconnected from the people I am sharing with and believe if they know me well enough to know, they will.

It frightens me a tad. 

Alas, I am doneskie. School is out for the summer, hallelujah. 

Really why I am writing is I am off to Asia. Whabam.

SO surreal.

AKA i shall not be blogging as I am not communicating using any form of technology except emails to my parents that will say:

"I am alive still. love you, don't fret"

(I am going alone)

And then yes, I shall be soaking up ms.sunshine and reading books that I (i wish capitalizing an i is more dramatic haha)

WANT to read. 

='s bliss.

I don't particularly want to re-cap my year right this momento for y'all. Why? 1. It has been the hardest year of my life. love always wins though 2. I would rather share with you over a cuppa tea. 

One thing I learned though: Whoever comes are the right people. Whatever happens is the only thing that could of. Whenever it starts is the right time. When it is over, it is over. 

My two songs that aided me during exam time(s). Christmas: To Build a Home - Cinematic Orchestra and Spring: Someone like you - Adele. 

I included a photo of two of the most beautiful people on earth and in heaven as they are a major reason why I am going to Laos. The reason why they inspire me is wrapped up in a bundle of memories that I keep in my heart (cheesy..I know). 

It's true. I would have to write for days in order to get to the (climatic) point where I could tell you why. 

Beautiful complication. 

The only expectation I have for my trip is I wish to sit on a street corner, observe and write for me. only me. 

Well, I am sending my deepest love and I can't wait to share whenst I return. 

Have a lovely three (.5) weeks.

Peace,

Marijke 

sHE's brOKen 

I met a wonderful new man! He’s fictional, but you can’t have everything.

people keep tellin me to put my feet on the ground
i get mad & scream/ there is no ground
only shit pieces from dogs horses & men who dont live
anywhere/ they tell me think straight & make myself
somethin/ i shout & sigh/ i am a poet/ i write poems/
i make words/ cartwheel & somersault down pages
outta my mouth come visions distilled like bootleg
whiskey/ i am like a radio but i am a channel of my own
i keep sayin i do this/ & people keep askin what am i gonna do
what the hell is goin on?

did somebody roll over the library witta atomic truck
did hitler really burn all the books/ it's true
nobody in the united states can read or understand
english anymore/  i must have been the last survivor of
a crew from mars/ this is where someone in brown cacky comes
to arrest me & green x-ray lights come outta my eyes & i
can leap over skyscrapers & fly into the night/ i can
be sure no one will find me cuz i am invisible to
ordinary human beings in the u.s.a./ there are no poets
who go to their unemployment officer/ sayin i wanna put
down my profession as 'poet'/ they are sure to send you to
another office/ the one for aid to totally dependent persons/

people keep tellin me these are hard times/ what are you gonna be
doin ten years from now/ what in the hell do you think/ i
am gonna be writin poems/ i will have poems/ inchin up the
walls of the lincoln tunnel/ i am gonna feed my children poems on
rye bread with horseradish/ i am gonna send my mailman off
with a poem for his wagon/ give my doctor a poem for his heart/
i am a poet/ i am not a part-time poet/ i am not an amateur
poet/ i dont even know what that person cd be/ whoever that
is authorizing poetry as an avocation/ is a fraud/
put yr own feet on the ground/ writers dont have to plan
another existence forever to live schizophrenically/ to
be jane doe & medea in one body/
i have had it/ i am not goin to grow up to be somethin else
i am goin to be ol & grey & wizened & wise as aunt mamie/
i am gonna write poems til i die & when i have gotten outta
this body i am gonna hang round in the wind & knock over
everybody who got their feet on the ground/ i'ma let you
run wild & leave a poem or two with king kong
in his aeroplane to drop pieces of poems
so you all will haveta come together/ just to figure out/
how you got so far away/ so far away from words
however/ did you capture language/ is a free thing.

~Ntozake Shange