amesplaza

sometimes, i just can’t help but feel
that the bad days mingle in with the good days
as a way to balance out our lives- my life.
i can’t believe the world sometimes.
i can’t stand the world sometimes.
and sometimes, i’m just in complete awe
of everything around me.
like in autumn
or days like this.
i have great things ahead of me now
and i can touch them.
they’re in such close reach
and i can’t help but smile and just be fucking happy
because look at where i am.
look at who i fucking am.
it’s incredible.
i feel so fucking lucky
on days like this…

<3

ames plaza

yeah. i got an AMAZING internship for next year.

again. i don’t feel like poetry
and i feel like procrastinating.
i thought of this while in the bathroom.

1. if you take aderol (i don’t because i hate flipping out for 24 hours) buy it at least two weeks before exams. the prices triple.
2. a general is someone who’s slept with more than 3 people in greek life.
3. sometimes, the reciepts in your purse double as toilet paper.
4. sometimes cups double as toilets.
5. don’t wear white to a party where red punch will be served.
6. always take your earrings out after a night out.
7. passing out hanging off the bed is a bad idea.
8. befriend at least one cop is a good idea.
9. empty soda boxes double as a way to throw out empty handles or wine bottles. it’s genius.
10. box wine comes in a box so you have something to throw up in when you’re done.
11. gossip travels fast.
12. longwood is all about recycling… sexual partners. creepy.
13. people have shit their pants coming back from d hall.
14. the meat grade at d hall is lower than in prisons.
15. people have shit their pants coming back from wingshack.
16. but tke has trivia night at wingshack on wednesdays. just don’t eat.
17. the weekend includes thursdays. and any other day of the week, really….
18. you can miss 4 days of a mwf class without grade deduction.
19. sleep with a bottle of water. you will be so happy to realize it’s not a teddy bear you’re cuddling when you wake up after a long night.
20. if you are brought  outside in a trash can, you will be arrested.
21. if you run through the fountain naked, you will be arrested.

there are more but i’m sleepy.
<3
ames plaza

i don’t feel much like poetry today. so you’re getting a list.
beause my boyfriend and i broke up today, i’m posting a list of the traits my perfect man should have. if you have more than 50% of these, call me. if you have more than 75% of these traits, you better call me.

1. nice hair. just a clean cut. seriously, soft hair is the nicest thing ever.
2. good kisser.
3. musicians are nice. but sometimes, they get cocky, so this is iffy.
4. in no way affiliated with WOW.
5. will party with me, but not too much. seriously, some things are more important.
6. smoker, or okay with me smoking. don’t lecture me. i know it’s bad for me. i get it.
7. knows how to dress. that’s always nice.
8. a dork. i like dorks. stop trying to act like you’re the man and be stupid. it’s fun just to be a goof.
9. will dance in public with me. i like to dance. i like to dance randomly. if you can’t do this too, then that’s a problem.
10. drugs are bad. please don’t do them. that’s really nice.
11. reads. seriously, talk with me about books and i will be so happy.
12. likes indie music. i like it. i’ll show you good bands. you show me good bands. oh i’m so lame. jesus.
13. can deal with my crazies. i’m ridiculous. and you just have to deal with it.
14. has a car.
15. has a job.
16. has some kind of a future.
17. will buy me flowers. i really like getting flowers. flowers and wine. perfect.
18. glasses. i’m a SUCKER for glasses. ZOMG!
19. is not a douche. douches are bad. if you’re a douche, fuck off. seriously.
20. likes coffee. i love coffee. i love coffee shops. it’s pretty simple.
21. does random romantic things. i’m a sucker. trust me, this will make me so fucking happy.
22. is not controlling. i need some space sometimes. i’m sure you do too. k thanks.
23. can’t be allergic to perfumes. i work at bath and body works. we would not go well together.
24. doesn’t try to change me. i’ll return that favor for sure. as well as most of the above and below.
25. is a good influence on me. seriously.
26. likes girl movies. or at least pretends to rather well.
27. sensitive to my feelings.
28. nice. just be nice. it’s not that hard.
29. honest. sometimes the truth sucks. but really, it’s better to be honest.
30. A HOT PIECE OF ASS. haha.

basically, if you’re a good person,  you have a chance.

so, i’ve started a new project called “365ing with ames plaza” to document a year in photographs. my goal is to post one a day, or every other day, at LEAST, in order to keep myself from having to post 395903485 times all at once. i’m hoping to be a lot more diligent with this one than i am with this personal blog of mine, which (no worries) i will continue to update on a semi-regular basis, if that’s what this is called. so check it out. i’ll be posting my first picture either tonight or tomorrow.

http://amesplaza.blogspot.com

bookmark it.
promote it.
link it.
be super nice and leave it some lovin.

i’ll be updating as often as i can.

 <3

ames plaza

pointless fights
end in nights of one beer and a few hours of rerun tv
talking and smiling
and making up for the stupidity we had before.
i’m glad we got to spend time together.
i can taste the tension
but it’s faded to the back of my tongue
and the nausea i had has finally gone.
tonight we’re getting dressed up
and celebrating our survival
through all the drama on the stages of our lives,
but the audiences are falling asleep to our conversations
a lulling rhythm to the words we speak,
a lullaby in the topics we’ve picked.
curtain call at the end
and bedtime afterwards
and the warmth of your skin on mine
is sweet like the taste of sweet cakes
and i close my overly make-uped eyes
and smile myself to sleep.

<3

ames plaza

[cheesy love poems now??]

no dear,
there haven’t been many events taking place here.
food poisoning.
taking down bathroom doors for games.
staying up late.
foreign films.
classclassclass.
there is a distinct repetiveness about how
we live our lives here.
dinner at five.
lunch at noon.
bed at midnight.
wake up.
get showered.
make coffee.
read.
write.
repeat.
it’s becoming this endless cycle
of average events
leading up to nothing but a possible college degree
and a future of 9-5
salary paying
somewhat career path.
i suppose i should marvel at the little things more often.
i want to blow bubbles in my milk again.
i want to get drunk off one beer like in high school,
when everyone thought one beer was enough.
i want to savor the sweet scent of warm winter air
on days like this when i don’t need my coat.
i want to become a better poet
so you don’t have to read this mess.
i want to drink more juice boxes,
sit on more swings,
and smile way more than i should.
i want to paint my nails pink
and frolic about
because sometimes
i just take like way too seriously
and i need to chill out.
i need to get out of this cycle of events
and break the mold-
roll around in some grass
and get my hands dirty making mud pies.
i’m an adult
but this is the only life i have
and i’m not wasting it.

<3

ames plaza

a night out
leads to a night in
ALONE.
boyfriend has vacated
and i am alone.
typing is hard.
my fingers are frozen
and all is lost
in a string of drinks in four hours.
the party was fun
but tomorrow is hell.
and i know i’ve lost a few brain cells
along this miserable way.
phone calls to people
i’m afraid to say three words to
screams crazy
when the people beside me are puking
in twenty three degree weather.
my muscles are tensing.
my breathing is low
and i will drink five bottles of water tomorrow.
ramen for now
toilet for later?
i’m not sure which direction i’m going in
but i know that at least i’m safe
in my dorm.
away from the rapist.
away from the cold.
away from the sweet tasting drinks i swallowed so eloquently.
i am far.
far from no one.
but far from the ones i love.
i want to make peace
with everyone,
including myself.
but i am not the one to trifle with.
i am too far from the home i built
in my heart.

<3

ames plaza

there are bridges covered in snow,
blocking passage to the churchyard.
funeral mourners gaze distantly
as the coffin slips inside a hole in the cold hard ground.
the murcury is falling drastically
as the sun is setting behind the bare tree branches.
the wedding ceremony was postponed
due to a disagreement
between the well dressed bride
and the well dressed groom at the alter.
a husband is driving a wife to the hospital
she’s breathing heavily with labor pains
and there is a girl no older than me
holding a pregnancy test in her bedroom
praying it’s a false alarm.
music blares from car windows.
children run through the woods out back
hiding in the branches masking the sun.
the icy bridges let cars slide off into the river
and there lies the funeral procession
on the icy river bottom.

<3

ames plaza

while i’m away, i miss longwood university.
but upon return,
i have realized i didn’t miss everything about this place.
here is a general summary of how i feel
about lu. 

the things i missed:
my roommate. she is amazing beyond belief.
cuddling. (with the boy or with my suitemate… either is okay.)
the availability of alcohol.
reading captain underpants and getting graded for it.
being ridiculous 24/7.
going to wallmart to buy candy canes and other random things.
two words: celine dion.
murphy’s kids coming to the mad hatter. <3
hittin’ stuff.

the things i didn’t miss:
helicopters training and rattiling our windows constantly.
how nasty our jail cell bathroom is.
how tiny our dorm is. it’s more like a closet.
the po.
near death experiences involving golf carts.
running into a certain rapist asshole at the designated smoking locations.
getting the shits from d hall. ew.
dealing with the bookstore losing my books.

 <3

ames plaza

the night was brighter than it should have been-
bright moonlight covered in a haze of blankety clouds.
down the backroads
we speeded towards unknown destinations-
parking lots and back alleys…
or so we thought…
we were serenaded by soft words
and the catchy melodies
and i sang along as usual.
there weren’t really any words,
just a carefully placed hand
and an occasional smile
as the red glowing stop lights
made the foot connect with the brake to cease motion.
the night was very still
as we came into town.
there weren’t any words as we neared town,
passing lonely fast food establishments
filled with the stoned and the sobering up,
people just wanting to get home.
that wasn’t us…
we wanted to live forever in the moment-
in the spotlight of the dimmed moon…
under street lights…
under starlight…
anywhere but seperated by the seemingly forever distance.
and i sang and i hummed
and i wished…
wished for the answers to my aching questions.
but there were no answers
so we sat in silence
and kissed under moonlight and streetlight and starlight
in perfection.

<3

ames plaza

[hopeless romantic?]