Lilac Colored Glasses

Now, help me pick one out.

I’ve come up with several potential names for my new blog and I’d really like it if you all could give me your input/opinions.

Violet Sky
Snagged from this song by MIKA, an artist whose music I’m really growing to love. I really relate to the concept of a perpetually shifting identity in the song, plus I’d be keeping the purple imagery, for consistency-sake, although I guess that contradicts the concept I’d be trying to embrace.

Porcelain in a Paper Cup World
Snagged from this song by Kerli from the Alice in Wonderland soundtrack. Not only does it reference one of my all time favorite books, but it also sort of reflects how I often feel out of place in the world, be it stateside or here in Europe. Plus tea parties can be whimsical and fun or alternatingly formal and severe. I guess I’d be juxtaposing my own nature onto the concept of a tea party.

Painting Flowers
Taken from yet another song, this one by All Time Low. If you get the wrong colored rose bush, why not paint it to look how you want it? Another reference from Alice in Wonderland, I see this as a much more entertaining and beautiful metaphor for the making lemonade from lemons thing. Not that I don’t like lemonade, but the idea of painting flowers, in my opinion is much more aesthetic. And personally, while life has given me many flowers, most of which I have, in some manner, been thankful for, they are rarely, if ever, the color I’ve wanted them to be. I’ve had to make due and try to paint them as I see fit. Some have turned out much prettier than others.

Butterflies and Bubbles (alternately Chasing Butterflies/Bubbles)
This one is referencing an original post of mine, here. That post is probably one of my most accurate and insightful observations regarding myself, my own nature, and my reactions to my own culpability. I sum myself up very well here because really, no matter how old I get I will always be chasing those butterflies and bubbles, sometimes to the point where I run myself right off the edge of a cliff without knowing it.

Terminal Verbosity
This is a last minute addition because damn. If you can read and understand all the stuff I just wrote and you’re not drooling on your keyboard by now, you should be able to get why this name popped into my head.

So yeah, please weigh in and give me some feedback. My next day off is Sunday and I’d like to make some steps towards moving then.

According to CB, my blog is safe for now.

For now.

All of my posts have been backed up and saved, so all of the writing I’ve done on this blog so far is safe from being forever lost in the mucky mire of the internet.

However, I’m still not so keen on this yearly violation of my space. Plus, like I said before, this blog, as it is, no longer really reflects who I am or what my life is about anymore.

So what I’ve decided to do is go back to a hosted blog site (wavering on which one to use) and pretty much create a new blog that will link back to this current one in case anyone would want to read the old stuff.

I’m still trying to decide on a name for the new blog so I’d like to invite anyone reading this to give some suggestions. A few have crossed my mind and I’ll share those with you in a week or so, after I have a look at any suggestions you all might have for me.

In the meantime, I’ll most likely post here a bit while I’m working on the new blog’s setup/design/etc. because well, I guess I just can’t give blogging up for now. I’ve had at least ten ideas for posts in the last week and I’d be lying to myself if I said a stupid hacker had erased the joy I get from rambling on about myself.

I’m such an egotist.

Which means that Poetry Month is over and I’m finished with the daily poem. I would, however, like to submit my 5 best poems for consideration to Robert Lee Brewer’s blog, so I’m asking for feedback. If you were willing to stick with my poems this month, would you mind listing your 5 favorites in the comment section? I’m not a great judge of my own work so I’m asking for some objectivity from you, my devoted readers.

Also, May, the month of my long awaited, much anticipated wedding to CB. Yes, I will be getting married in 29 days. Going home to Pittsburgh in 3 weeks. Seeing friends and family and a real, juicy 100% beef hamburger for the first time in 6 months. There are no words for how much I’m anticipating this trip. And how much I’m anticipating the moment CB and I put the rings on each others’ fingers and become husband and wife.

So yeah.

Flowers are blooming, the sun is shining and there are a lot of good things just up ahead.
Time to take a deep breath and enjoy life a little bit more.

“For today’s prompt, write a letting go poem.”

Finger by Finger

I’ve let go of habits.
I’ve let go of expectations
and deadlines
and pride and
in some cases, dignity

I’ve let go of so much.
But there are just some dreams
That I can’t help
but clutch.

“For today’s prompt, write an end of the line poem.”

Descend

There it goes now
slipping slowly below the horizon
painting the belfry a luminous peach
and the cathedral a calming rose
taking a final bow and
streaking the sky in glory
before humbly stepping aside
allowing space for
the moon