Gilligan's Island

Bosco

kelsorelse — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 10:20:43 +0000

Golden and true

i only wanted you,

for, it was you that i gave my heart too

When everyone else had bailed

you look up, with a simple wag of the tail.

I wish i could say one last goodbye

I wish i could kiss your nose again

and kiss the softest spot of your head.

That day i didnt think it would be the last,

For now when i look at your pictures they are all in the past

Peace that was once there will slowly restore

The bed is empty and my feet are cold,

For that was your domain

That and the floor.

Idred the day that the vaccum cleaner doesn’t pick up anymore hair,

For it is proof, to me, that you were once there.

So, please look down when you can

And remember. . .

just because you are gone doesn’t mean its the end.

My Best Friend

Little Miss Yost

kelsorelse — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 22:42:56 +0000

Born in the comfort of her own home, rather than in a crowded hospital, she has become known as a homebody, closely resembling a turtle, like the one in her living room; George. She is often found slumbering in her capacious, contemporary, urban West Linn home. Afraid of throwing anything away, her room depicts the pages of an I-SPY book; organized chaos. At the age of seventeen almost eighteen, still not having her drivers permit, she manages to be a connoisseur of the Portland area. Even though she isn’t particularly fond of people, she still enjoys an ironic interest in people watching. There is something about her that is rough around the edges, and rarely does anyone try to get too close, for they might get cut; by one of the twenty one rings on her ten fingers. Her long, auburn hair, that hasn’t been cut in over five years, is laced with the aromas of cigarette smoke, rosemary and garlic. It tends to fall in front of her structured, porcelain face yet, it manages to never hide the gleaming smile that appears on her face every time she sees her loving boyfriend; Mencer. Her body stands tall, slender, yet slightly hunched, almost resembling a bent Virginia Slim. Rather than wearing her old, holy, overly embellished Converse and an over sized jacket that covered her petite body, now she looks similar to the mannequins standing in the windows of Urban Outfitters. For as many Rockstars and Vitamin Waters that she incorporates into her daily food intake instead of drawing blood you would be expelling a mixture of carbonated fruit juice. She has been sober for three years and instead of pressing her lips up to a whiskey bottle, she indulges herself in art. She paints as if there is nothing to it. Her musty colors engulf the once white canvas. Surprisingly, she holds brutally honest opinions, that either go unspoken or happen to inundate upon her victim with truth and shock. Over time, I have developed a strong correlation with her, our relationship consists of intense scrabble tournaments, girl talks, watching horror movies and smiling every time we see them. It is only the beginning of a long lasting friendship. We have made progress.

Country

kelsorelse — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 21:41:28 +0000

Hands of a leather man belonging to a women

running through coarse hair.

people say “this is a man’s job”

but i prove them wrong

Lifestyle consisting of belt buckels that could knock you out

and white Stetson’s filling the room

Living life on the edge

on my own

its in me all the way down to the truck that i drive

on the red dirt road

You can take the girl out of the country

but you can’t take the country out of the girl.

Golden Memories

kelsorelse — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 21:06:41 +0000

golden and true it was you that i had given my heart too

i only want you.

When everyone else had bailed

you look up, with a simple wag of the tail.

my best friend

I wish i could say one last goodbye

I wish i could kiss your nose again

and kiss the softest spot of your head.

That day i didnt think it would be the last

for now when i look at your pictures they are all in the past

peace that was once there will slowly restore

The bed is empty and my feet are cold

for that was your domain that and the floor.

i dred the day that the vacuum cleaner doesn’t pick up anymore hair

for it is proof to me that you were once there.

so please look down when you can

and remember that just because you are gone doesn’t mean its the end.

kelsorelse — Thu, 10 Apr 2008 18:46:02 +0000

Hello kiddo, it’s been a while. The last time I saw you was when you and I saw Josephine Baker at the Théâtre des Champs-Élysées. She is a true Oliver Twist. I remember that you weren’t too keen on getting dolled up, yet neither was I. But enough of that, how have things been with you since then? Everything’s Jake with me, I mean since my Dad got me a Fiver for my sixteenth birthday. I mean it is nothing compared to the sloppy jalopy that I was driving not too long ago.

I have been meaning to tell you, I saw “The Shiek” the other night on the silver screen. I must say that it was the cats meow! Rudolph Valentino is a total cake eater. You should definitely go and see it sometime.

Enough with the punch bag, I was wondering if you wanted to go with the fellahs and I to go see Babe Ruth hit his 60^th home run. Let me know if you can come as soon as possible. Until then I have to see a man about a dog

Sincerely,

Kelsey Kisler

Relationships

kelsorelse — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 19:01:51 +0000

“Relationships of all kinds are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on the sand trickles through your fingers. you may hold on to some of it but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain in tact. But hold on too tightly, too possessively, the relationship slips away and is lost. ” -Kaleel Jamison

“Truly loving another means letting go of all expectations. It means full acceptance, even celebration of another’s person hood.” -Karen Casey

When it comes to describing a relationship these two quotes are spot on. A relationship is all about meeting eachother halfway and compromising. Yes there are going to be some hard times but if you don’t taste the sour your will never understand and enjoy the sweet of what comes out of it. Someone once told me that “good things don’t last forever, that is what makes them great.” it took me a second to realize what they meant. My first initial idea was that if something is so great wouldn’t you want it to last forever? On some levels yes but once that one great thing in your life is gone you will shortly have an appreciation for that one thing no matter what it it. Especially if it is a relationship. I have learned through out my life that the more that you push push push for your own benefit or whatever the case may be the further away the other person will go, its like that saying if you keep backing a dog up into a corner it will eventually bite it’s only a matter of time. So as i leave you there are somethings that you should always think about. The more you judge the less time you have to love them. and in order to love someone you must love yourself first. Take time and enjoy what you have because you won’t know what you have till it’s gone.

P.S-When it comes to choosing another partner after a breakup just remember to upgrade never downgrade. Go forward with it. make it better than your last.

Mothers and Fathers

kelsorelse — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 18:51:15 +0000

in this world the roles of mothers and fathers that are portrayed aren’t always true. Its falsly leading. Like it says on the Vitamin Water label ” No ones life is like an orange juice commercial” There are many bossy mothers and demanding fathers when it comes to the roles that their children play in their family or even the activities that they engage themselves in. Being that i am one of the many kids that face this its pretty easy to write about. My life used to be all about sports. I breathed, ate, slept and dreamed about sports. There was a point in time where it was no longer my game it became no fun and problematic. Day in and day out my father(who in his lifetime exceeded at sports and was a fitness junkie) would be screaming at every game coaching me on every move and every decision that i would make. Kind of ironic considering that my coach, the one that you would think that would be, you know teaching me, couldn’t get a word in edgewise. Playing soccer i would run up and down that damn field and all along the sidelines i could hear my dad’s voice a voice that was hard to drain out. Even when i was in gymnastics and the stadium was silent all i could hear was his voice ringing and bellowing throughout the hollow stadium. Currently i am no longer engaged in any extra curricular activities. To be honest my father has ruined it for me. It was never fun anymore it was always a competition and taken so seriously. It was either i was a gold medalist of i was a failure. There was no in between. I know that i am not the only one that went through this. There are so many parents that are living their life through their kids’s lives and what they do. Maybe because they weren’t happy with themselves in later years or simply because they just want a trophy kid. There is a point where it is no longer about the kids its only and all about the parents. When it comes to me it was way past that point. There is a point where you need to let go and not clasp on so hard for the harder that you clasp on the faster that something precious or something that you enjoy will trickle away. It needs to be held loosely with freedom and respect.

BFF/BFFL

kelsorelse — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 19:12:15 +0000

Brooklyn, Brookie or just Brooke. Not to be confused with a body of water or a city in New York. Some look at her as a motherly figure as if she was say… mother goose. But she has found a certain boy that has looked past that and kindly accepts her for her quirks and all. Though you could say I’m in the same category of importance though i am no boyfriend or boy at all I’m rather what people would call a Best Friend. I don’t think that i have ever had someone finished my sentences before as much as she has. As if she is a part of me. That is where when this occasion happens that we say the same thing at the same time we say to each other “get out of my head” in our minds it as if one of us in in one another’s heads. Creepy i know. But when you own the title of BFFL people tend to just look past the weirdness and accept the fact that it is our thing. Things are going to be weird when she goes away to college. We will always be close and never lose touch but who is going to be there to keep my secrets, lick each others envelopes ( we have the title get past it.) or even complain too when some part of my body is aching? I guess i have realized that over time in our friendship i have finally found someone who accepts me for me and kindly puts up with my actions. She is my best friend and my family.

BROOKE RAWSON!

forgotten

kelsorelse — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 18:51:08 +0000

I have been forgotten…

My empty presence lingers

through the halls with hanging memories

glossy side facing up; lost

Our encounters are almost too vague to recount

creating a gypsy feel right down to the touch.

Lost hopes followed by missed opportunities

If today is not a day for you than nor is tomorrow

Giving in too fast I am left with shattered hopes

i should have known that i am forgotten

I am just another brick in the wall;hidden

I am

kelsorelse — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 18:21:11 +0000

I am your favorite picture hanging in your hall

memorable, solid.

I am the white rabbit;

rushed and distraught.

I am a coniferous tree

growing in more ways than one, standing on my own.

I am a chameleon

adaptable, never losing color.

I can be like a widow’s heart

cold and alone.

I am a small piece of sushi

many elements rolled into one.

I am the shadow on the ground

protective.

I am the dress your wear to the ocscars

bold and elegant.

I am a wooden bridge

unpredictable and unsteady.

I am a Dr. Seuss character

lost and don’t know which way to go.

I am the plants growing in your garden

I take time, patience, and TLC.

I am the waterproof mascara that coats your eyelashes

resistant and doesn’t run at the sight of emotion.

I am the tough clue/word on your crossword

I am the zipper on your jacket that is off track

or even that popcorn kernel stuck in your teeth

stubborn.

I am your pair of favorite baby blue jeans

torn and loved

I am that peach sitting in the bowl on your kitchen counter

bruised yet sweet.

I am the ending to your letter

sincere.

I am only human

I am worth it.