A Beating Heart

I have a bunch of totally awesome friends that are just as talented and artistic as I am :) Anyway, one of these awesome friends, Cory Keena, wrote a great prose piece and with his blessing, I am now sharing it with you. It's called A Beating Heart

This beating heart, it throbs and aches and beats until by chest cracks and heaves and it tries to fight its way out of its bone and flesh prison. It beats louder, faster. I can hear it, I can feel it, all around it, all consuming, in me, around me, it becomes me, this agonizingly repetitive motion, this ka-dum, ka-dum, I hear it in my very mind, it tries to escape. I can feel it, trying to beat its way out of me, trying to get away, but it can't. It's trapped within this web of veins and arteries, pushing and pulling but it can't be free.

Amazing. I love how the rhythm flows and keeps you in this steady beat just like a heart. The heart, trapped in the chest, is trying to break free and yet you get the feel that the person wants to be free as well. The constant sound of his heart is driving him crazy. The man has to live with and be constantly reminded of his humanity and his death which looms closer to him with each heart beat. But at the same time, his heart, his life is trying to get away from him, like his life, his soul doesn't want to be contianed in a flimsy human body but be free and alive.

Awesome, Cory! High five, kudos, amazing. I love it.

Here's a link to Cory's deviantart web site: http://itsaki.deviantart.com

The Happy Sponge Poem

I was flipping through the pages of my sketch book and found this awesome poem that I wrote a while ago. I call it The Happy Sponge Poem.


I am such a lovely sponge,
Filtering the ocean and looking pretty.
All fluffy and porous,
Full of life.

Not like the synthetic sponge
So square and plain.
Scrubbing floors and dishes
Day in and day out.

…Now, I wouldn’t mind
Being a car-washing sponge
Voluptuous and soapy
I’d be a sexy sponge.

But, alas, the sea sponge
Is the best!

Isn't that just the greatest!? I wrote it in Marine Biology when I was learning about sponges. My friend was going on about the difference in synthetic sponges and sea sponges and how the sponges used to wash cars are pretty cool because they are big and round and fluffy. Lol, we're strange, I know. But it's awesome.

Sunset on Wall Street

(I finally decided on a title for this poem so it can now be reveled to the public. Enjoy.)

Sunset on Wall Street

Bring me the sunset in a tea cup
And I will give you Wall Street in a can.
We'll sit on a dingy and reminisce
Dream of things that have passed,
Createe for ourselves a future-
If ever we get off the dingy.

I'll make a raft of hair for you
If you cry the ocean for me.
We'll make it off this dingy
Together.
For I cannot cry and you have no hair.

Then we'll share a dish of life
Grow old, watch teh sun drip across the sky
Until the last drop falls to the tea cup
And winks as the light goes out.

--Wendy Holloway (Oct 2008)