the calm before the storm

snow seems to put a hush on the world.
it's like nature's mute button.
the melancholy clouds that loom in the air.
each breath intake feels like you're filling your lungs with

fog.

it's lonely,
it's a longing for warmth,
it's a piano being played
by lamp light
when everyone else is

gone.

freedom

i don't like shakespeare in the first place. so why on earth would i want to write poetry like he does? sonnets suck. iambic pentameter in a sonnet sucks. no. iambic pentameter sucks period. i like free verse much better than ababcdcdefefgg. poetry is freeing. and that is my rant.

do you know what is freeing though? daydreaming. man, i like being able to control daydreams rather than the randomness of the night dream (not that i don't thoroughly enjoy those too). let's be honest. most of my daydreams are about Landon or me winning the nobel peace prize. but still. it's refreshing.

i love daydreaming.
and free verse.

For Love's Sake

i've never had a valentine before; besides my parents or best friends or something. not that there is anything wrong with them, but here i am with a boyfriend of almost a year and [finally] have my valentine. dearest Landon, oh how i love him. i really just want to be with him for the rest of forever. so the wish i make on this valentines cake (pretend it says whitney and Landon...and that it's a valentines cake) is.......

Finally...They liked it.

I'm in Advanced Poetry right now despite the fact that I am no where near being an advanced poet. When I hand out a poem in my class to have it work shopped, a part of me is really excited. I'm all, "Yay! I get constructive criticism so I can make my poetry better!" And then there is this huge part of me that's like, "Crap! Don't read my poem! You're all going to hate it and tell me I need more metaphors!" Which both parts are right. Truth be told, I struggle with metaphors. But, this weeks poem proved to be an audience pleaser. In fact, they loved it. I will share it with you now.

In Between

In the courtyard
snowflakes fall
sleepily dusting
the brass statues
Then- sunlight bleeds
dancing in the
branches bare
Creating in air
snowy explosions
Diamonds breathe
fireworks
a solitary jubilation
for one who stumbles on
utopia.

By Whitney Border

midnight rambles.

i just want to talk for a minute.

i read this hilarious paper from one of my classmates today about being a confused boy surrounded by menstruating women. i laughed out loud more than once and i ended it up reading it to my roommates. it's funny to see the guy's point of view. especially when he is from your creative writing class so he doesn't hold back by anymeans.

i have this awful cough. i had a cold too, but i'm pretty much cured from that, the dang cough won't stop though.

Landon. he is amazing. i love it when he gets sleepy and his words are slurred together and he has this sleepy smile that melts my heart. i like to tuck him in and watch him get all snuggly and say funny things he wouldn't say if he was 100% conscious.

i'm watching my roommates right now doing their homework. actually, doing shelise's homework. ness doesn't even have school, she just took upon herself the decorating of shelise's poster display while shelise writes a paper for her other class.

the new guy in glee is harry potter from a very potter musical. haven't heard of it? look it up on youtube and be sure you have some time, because the whole thing is a couple hours long. anyway, he rocks. i get excited every time i see him in glee.

annnnnnd. i love Landon.
annnnnnd. i know that you're reading this Landon, and laughing to yourself about how "cute" i am. and i want to resent you for that, but i can't. because you just end up making those puppy dog eyes and i can't refuse it.
damn you.
:)

amo a Landon

i like piano music. i could listen to it all day and night and i love it when my roommate nancy practices. i sit on my lovesac and revel at her amazing talent.
i also like Landon. i like going to church with him and letting him tickle my arm with a pen only to find the entire palm of my hand tattooed in green ink. i like how he is a good sport when his roommate points out his long hair to everyone in the ward during his talk. i like watching the office with him and i like...just being with him. correction: i love being with him. i love how he lets me use his printing credit at the school because i don't have enough money to buy my own. i love how he lets me use his truck because poor joanna is in the shop. i love how he buys me a lamp so i can read at night without disturbing my roommate. i love how he tells me everything he loves about me and i get all bashful. i love how bowling is the only thing he really gets upset at in front of me. i love how i love beating him in anything i can except for bowling. i love how he managed to convert me to being a byu fan when i really had no preference before.

i love Landon.

sometimes.

sometimes you have those days when you back your car up into a piece of steel so hefty, you could drop it off the empire state building and no damage would come of it. and it sucks. and sometimes you get stuck in traffic in the middle of the night because of a crash up the road. and it sucks.

sometimes you don't get a text from someone you wanted. and it sucks. and sometimes you feel like all of the people you get advice and love and friendship from are all off in different countries and you're alone. and it sucks.

sometimes your feet are so cold, it causes pain to the rest of your body. and it sucks. and sometimes you just really, really feel like you need a hug to blind you from the pain you feel from your daily mistakes. and it sucks.

but every time, there is someone there for you. someone to drive you to the repair shop and sit in traffic with. or someone to complain about "how far away argentina is" with. or a good pair of socks. and when you're with those people, the sucking seems less...lonely. i guess it's true, that misery loves company. but could it possibly be that sometimes, the company makes it less miserable? i think so.

and sometimes, i feel like there should be little asians sleeping in my dresser. and frankly, that frightens me.