Perils of assimilation

If only life came with subtitles.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Sick to Death

I am sick to death of all this confusion, I am sick to death of all this drama, I am sick to death of being jerked around by people.

I am sick to death of being used.

If you've got something to say, say it, and don't make me guess what the fuck is going on in your fucking head.

Sunday, November 19, 2006


I'm terrified of getting hurt. I'm terrified of hurting others. I want to open myself up, but I'm scared of getting hurt in the process. I'm a bit of a hypoctite, I think. I want to speak as honestly as possible with people, and I want them to speak honestly with me, but I'm so guarded. I come off as a cold, arrogant bitch most days, and I don't mean to, it's just kind of a way to keep myself from getting close to others.

hey, you. yeah, I'm talking to you.
I don't mean to hurt you, that's the last thing I want. It's unintentional, I'm just scared.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Tiger Skin

Build a frame of words,
The poets of drowning
Golden blood of an aborted birth
Ocean blood, tiger skin
Gross earthliness
I mourn, I mourn.

Become a hermit with
your tongues.
Sway to the rhythm of
your stilled heart.
If I could have saved you with a kiss of words,
I would have.
But think not that I don’t know.
I knew, but I was not expecting
The truth to slap us both in the face
So quickly

Climb the tree of words
Ocean blood, Tiger skin
Poet of the rope
You cast off your earthliness
I mourn, I mourn

Sunday, November 12, 2006

I'm not creative enough to title posts

Kind of bored tonight, I did laundry and I'm dreading classes tomorrow. I may run over to the BBC and see if my friends are there, but I'll likely stay in my room and do some HW.

Gotta love drunkass friends however: the highlights of my weekend was when David tried to vault over the couch and failed, and when he ran around last night in just a thong (No shoes and there's snow all over the ground).

No original poetry to post, but I encourage you all to read Gwendolyn Brookes' poem "We Real Cool." I'm working on some new stuff, just inspired snatches of verse here and there.

Wednesday, November 08, 2006


I'm a little stunned, actually. I thought Wisconsin was a liberal state. my bad.
It amazes me that intolerence won the day. Fair Wisconsin worked so hard to combat hatred and intolerence, to no avail. I walked miles knocking on doors in the rain last night to make sure people got out and voted. We all worked so hard. This is truly a sad, sad day.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006


Kiya Glasman-Sanchez 11-6-06
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Sunday, November 05, 2006

The perils of... Insomnia!

I tried to sleep, but thanks to my roommate's loud music that plan's shot to hell.I know I bitch about her a lot, but she's actually a pretty cool roommate.

So I've been recapping my weekend in my head, and I've decided it's been a good one: Dying my hair, getting Chai, playing
Poker, Drunken Bowling, "Clone HIgh" marathon, mishaps, 2 bedmates, having breakfast made for me and L., Hanging out w/ Lucy, Anne, Amber, and Beth, eating out, chilling at Acoustic, Playing pool, Winning at poker, getting breakfast at Perkins @ 5 am, realizing just how cool my friends really are, and playing more pool and actually winning two games.

I don't want to leave my friends when I move to Milwaukee! Fuck Eau Claire, but I really want to take them with me. I'm determined to spend as much time with them as I can before the semester ends.

about me

I can say I don't hate anyone, well, perhaps just myself. Everything that happens and everyone I meet make up a part of me, and that's something I must embrace. Yes, I'm neurotic and volatile, I'm ok with that. I'm perhaps too loving, but I'm ok with that as well. I truly care for my friends, even those with whom I've lost touch. I'm obscenely lazy, but I'm ok with that. I'm a bitch, and I'm ok with that. I try to speak as frankly as possible because I don't like mind games, though I have engaged in a few. I find it odd that I'm only 18 and I'm bitter. I'm certainly sick of worrying, so I've decided to not worry anymore and just take things as they come. It's all a PART OF ME and I'M OK WITH THAT.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

last night

I was talking (e-mailing, actually) with Mike last night, and I was hit with this incredible pain. It hurts so much, I just want it to stop. I just want to be happy again. But it hurts me when I can't tell people what I'm feeling. It's not like I don't want them to know, but I am an actress through and through. I wish that I didn't hide what I felt underneath smiles so much. Maybe I just want a little attention right now, but no one reads this blog, so what's the point of writing that?