So here’s the plan… (insert hysterically awesome remix video here), I have decided that I will be switching from Tuesday’s Daily Design to Thursdays instead! Since Tuesdays are my looongest days, I have declared those my “off days.”
Viel geschätzt, Danke schön!
MANIC MONDAY :: Progress, progress, progress. Yes, so much progress. Here goes round three! Haha. But really, if you haven’t noticed I have recently taken a small break from posting. I certainly have notice because there’s a new layout to Tumblr and the posting opportunities available have a slightly different set-up. Haha. Why the break you may ask? Some reevaluation has been greatly needed. Although I am proud to say with some priorities straightened I am back and with full force! Your designer, blogger, and student, Miss Sea Lion has lots of news to share!
First and foremost, I have taken the initiative and have finally created, started, and launched on various social media platforms The Sea Lion Projekts, my official creative services business. Through this I offer a small business as a freelance designer, open to the public for branding, advertising, and other general graphic design needs. You can now give me a like on Facebook, a +1 on Google+, a follow on Pinterest, and oh yeah, check out my portfolio and resume on Behance! (All of which can be found as links in the side bar under “My Pages.”)
So what does this mean for The Sea Lion Projekts of Tumblr? More updated posts of course! I’m planning to still keep the general set up from Manic Mondays, Worn Out Wednesdays, and my music posts will be the same but are switched to Fridays to coincide with my radio show, The Friday Fix. New weekly posts being added—so far I only have Tuesday’s Daily Design and have yet to decide on a Thursday theme. All is subject to change of course, only to better fit needs and purpose. Still, there will be plenty posts filled with fabulous things here on The Sea Lion Projekts.
As a final note, can I just say that I am currently enjoying the spring weather that is starting to finally peek out from behind the clouds? The sun’s vitamin D is much need and I greatly appreciate it as it serves as wonderful motivation, obviously.
Alright, cheers to the ambition that fuels success.
(Credit for the last photo goes to Kylie Twiest.)
I am constantly overwhelmed by the strong desire to become nonexistent, and for the past month and a half or so this feeling has been pretty consistent. Oh how I long to be able to just jump on a plane a disappear; drive out of state and become MIA, just for a little while. I need to start doing something constructively creative every day and I believe a little travel would be just the trick to spark that motivation. *sigh* Soon enough…
A little late in the day, but here none-the-less. I present to you a new weekly post: Thursday’s Thick Ink—featuring that of the literature world. Since I have finish a semester pack with Creative Writing I’d like to share a few pieces of mine for the next couple weeks. Today’s piece is a poem I wrote for a friend who writes wonderful prose poetry. His works always seem to drive I knife through the point in my heart where all my bottled emotion drips from my silently salivating lips, and my face is frozen in a gaze that is lost, struggling to grasp how he so simply uncovered the feelings I so long to neatly fold back behind the covers. But he does not know this, instead he believes I wrote this for Thomas Patrick Levy—another magnificent prose poet whom we are both in love with. Indeed, there is a line my poem that I borrowed out of one of Levy’s prose books, Please Don’t Leave Me Scarlett Johansson. I strongly suggest you get yourself a copy of that lovely little book if you enjoy prose poetry and a good heart throb for all the wrong reasons.
Anyhow, here is the piece I promised, and as always, your feedback is greatly encouraged and appreciated.
A Prose Poem for a Prose Poet
I fell for you the way one falls for a fictional character—trapped between perfectly spaced promises cradling my every emotion, but never holding my hand. Your words uproot that which were buried within my hollows—housed and secluded. Your soft tongue grips my heart with ache. Your simple voice soothes my body with joy, confliction with overwhelming depression forcedly revisited between the blank places of your well woven lines. I’m an honest masochist feeding freely, dependently from your sincere denial laced in ink. Mentally bring me to my knees—an internal break down; a need to cry and advance for your hand. Warm whispers trail from your lips as they fill every contour in my neck manifest every truth I’ve ever held inside, YOU AND I BOTH KNOW YOU JUST WANT TO RIP EACH PAGE IN TWO AND CLAW INTO MY CHEST AND HOLD MY HEART THAT CRIES. I want to hold you, then I want you to hold me as if you loved me back.