Friday, April 15, 2016

The Library



Latest poem
        Mixed form, poetry workshop 2016

Clearly I've just about given up on school. One month from today I graduate college! Who would have thought I'd get this far.


New Blog!

I'm not completely giving up on this blog, but I have started a new blog that will be dedicated to my year serving as a JV if anyone is interested in that aspect of my life. I will also (probably be updating that more frequently and constantly once I start my year of service.

https://sarahnadezhda.wordpress.com/

Monday, April 11, 2016

JVC

 I am excited to share that I will be serving with the Jesuit Volunteer Corps starting in August! I will be serving at the Detroit Cristo Rey High School. Before I begin my service, I will be fundraising to help support JV's, our agency partners, and the poor and marginalized populations we serve across the country. If you can, please consider supporting my endeavors to serve God and His people in the coming year. Thank you and God Bless!


https://jesuitvolunteers.myetap.org/fundraiser/smts2016/individual.do?participationRef=1141.0.500121765



Thursday, March 31, 2016

Poetry Workshop 2016

Open Form

(Apparently my best poem to date...)

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Poetry Workshop 2016
Metaphor/ Simile/ Extended Metaphor

Friday, May 15, 2015

Bring me back....

You're beautiful, you know that? 
You represent everything I have in life. 
Everything. Literally, everything.
You are the candle, my light:
And I shine for you.
No winds will blow me out, but I'm a human
      I may flicker, but rest assured:
  You won my heart and it is yours.
             Do what you want with it,
             But I never want it back. 
And words can pour out of me like memories
Leaking from the sands of lost faith and lost ones. 
But they're overpowered by love, 
        Which you so readily provide.
Times will change and pass: 
             Collapse beneath us, 
But hold the candle and whisper:
                     "LOVE"
We'll be saved:
Saved from the monsters that wake,
Wake in the light and 
Lie in the darkest conners of our souls.
Souls and the world:
Because we're too perfect to be apart.
We'll come back to each other:
Always. 
You're beautiful, you know that. 
                Thank you for getting me through the day


Sunday, April 26, 2015

I know I'm dramatic, it's part of my charm. I am having a hard night.

Alone. I have never felt so alone.
Drama queen, not good enough:
it feels like high school
Maybe it’s all in my head,
But the feelings are here.
Drink to forget,
never forget
that I will never be:
I will never be their child.
Cliché as hell.
True enough,
but what else can I say?
The bottle is empty,
I suppose I need to move on;
move on to what?
Lonely nights,
wine and cigarettes?
Depression?
I hate the word,
because this is not it.
This is worse.
standing alone in a room of light
but yet
I see nothing.
Empty is the stage:
A soliloquy with no end.
Roaming through the blinding lights,
I am alone.
God.
Where is He now?
The one I love,
my husband if he would only say yes.
But I am still alone;
my fears are petty.
But they are all I have.
Fear can lead to hope.
If I could only escape
the hurt of truth and failure
Is this pride?
Intruding the humility that could save my soul?
Probably.
And so continues the cycle:
Drama.
not good enough.
alone.
fearful.
Okay.