The Visibles

To be quite honest, I expected Sara Shepard's first attempt at adult fiction to be the definition of a beach read- frothy, filled with gossip and simple language, similar to her YA reads. Boy, was I wrong. The Visibles is a heart-wrenching tale of young Summer Davis, with a microscopic view of her struggles with her family, friends, and the world around her. Sarah Shepard uses poetic and evocative words to explore this family's biological and emotional ties to one another, through both views of science and faith. I was completely drawn in by Summer's unique and fearful personality, her father's mysterious past and commencing mental illness, and the comical Aunt Stella. The introduction was an intriguing,italicized account of hidden love and a tragic accident from the past, that had me hooked from the very first page. This book details Summer's life as a teen to her thirties, skillfully creating a contrast between the past and present with precision to marvel at.

This moving text had me wanting more after every page, and I absolutely recommend it. It reads a bit as a teen novel, which I viewed as a positive attribute- the perfect mix of YA and adult fiction. I read it quickly, and already passed it on to my sister who is always looking for a good book- this one definitely is worth it.

Kaleidoscope

There are kaleidoscope feelings
Swirling and spinning, clogging my mind
With shapes and colors.
Sapphire stars and indigo clouds sparkle,
As the radiating gold spheres glisten,
Invading the other hues with their brightness.
Red fights the joy- diamonds of passion, hatred, and violence
Disrupt and conquer the peaceful glittering thoughts
Of rainbows and sunny days. No more sun,
Just scarlet lies and wounds.

Photos

Some pictures from Washington, DC :]

I used to be broken
Into tiny fragments,
A devastated and tragic existence.
But then, the people in white stole the part of me
That oozed and bled droplets of my spirit,
So that I became whole again.
I am fixed now, but sometimes,
I miss those broken pieces
That once defined me.
Search and find the new, healed girl.

Flowers bleeding in the noiseless wind,
Tree tops reaching, reaching for the flawless, clear cerulean sky
Dotted with joyful lights and bright dreams
Of summer days- cartwheels in the dandelions and jumping in the sandy ocean-
Filled with oyster shells and lobster claws
Scraping and scratching my skin-
Seashell cuts and explosive waves.
Fall comes, and rips my heart- blood drips, drips to the crumpled leaves.
They hurt and push my soul out, until the snowflakes come, wash me away,
And I am empty- then spring appears and fills me again,
With tulips and daisies- shattered.

Another one...

Awakening Moon

April showers bring May flowers,
Chant the crickets in the budding spring,
But when the night becomes
Deep dark
In this fifth month
The black, empty canvas is brightened-
By the Awakening Moon.
It ignites the sky
Shooting glances at Virgo and Saturn.
This Flower Moon willows its petals towards the heavens;
It is the Seed Moon that grows into fragrant ciaos-
A world of Ginsberg- of lies, horrors, and tragedy-
This full moon relics in the misfortune of its subjects.
April moon awakens the demon in all of us,
As it shines, shines, shines, in the
Black
Empty
Sky.

I miss this blog! So I am going to start writing in it again. The summer reading will commence next week, as this semester comes to an end. And life will be happy and fun again :]

For now, a poem that I wrote. I blame Katie. She has been talking about writing too much :]

Forgotten, frozen feelings,
Tucked away in
Unreachable Places
Smoldering deliberately
Whisper
Softly
Shades of
Slippery
Sliding
Secrets
That cannot escape the high violet mountains of my mind
Where birds swirl
And trees curl.
A place that cannot be reached-no, no one
Can discover its depths,
But in my fantasies, I travel there,
To see the birds and the trees
That only exist
When I dance in dreams.