Life Update/Poetry!

Hey friends!! It has been awhile since I have posted a blog, but I'm so so glad to be back. Today was a whirlwind. I flew home this weekend to spend cherished time with friends and family, escape the honking and whistling of the city, and it was lovely. I really love the contrast I have between my two homes; it makes life so dimensional! Anyway, I flew back last night from AZ on a red-eye and did not get into my apartment till around 8:30 AM this morning. I was not a fan, and slept most of my day away before my classes, but all is well! I really missed writing on here, as school and work and my social life have been one big blob with little balance (im working on that daily lol). But anyway, I'm taking a break from schoolwork to write on here, and it feels so happy.

I am currently in a poetry class (which I LOVE). The professor truly has so much passion for poetry, and is really a gem. He just wants inspiration and progress; two of the best things in my opinion. So I have been writing a bit for this class, inspiration seeping from the pores lately, as he really gives the class great poetry examples to bounce off of. So, I just wanted to share a couple that I wrote for his class!! Just a little poetry session hehe:)

(Also, I LOVE reading poetry, so if any of you want to share yours with me... really any piece of writing... I would love love love to read it! Just send it to me on here through the comments, DM it to me [@ninahook], or text it to me<3)

A R I Z O N A

When the sun hits its peak

I’ll be on my way

to Yuma.

Where the sand blows in your seafoam green eyes,

squinting at the fiery ball of fire.

Where you dry up like a date before he adds the ice cream.

Prune-y you are!

I’ll walk to Yuma

through the sand dunes,

changing formation when the air decides to go for a jog.

Kind of just like you.

I’ll walk to Yuma

where the silly jump (with your hands above your head) into the canal bank

fills your soul up….

Hydration, baby!

I’ll walk to Yuma

to lick your lips lined with red hot salsa

from my grandmother’s checkered kitchen.

I’ll walk to Yuma

and get burned by the sun…

grinning like a devil as I turn to d u s t.

Things to leave behind

Your mud-soaked docs as you enter the shiny apartment

His Instagram profile where each day one more post of you gets archived

A water downed iced oat milk latte

Books you left open on the dewy park bench (so someone can read it after you)

The picture, you know the one

Your holey sweater that doesn’t keep you warm by the fire anymore

The memory of his laugh, the one that is deep in the back of his throat like a sore

An abundance of donuts at the shop below you

The blue inked pen, far out of ink

The vice you can’t kill, but it’ll kill you

The idea that he misses you and is coming back with a heart-shaped, vanilla cake filled with condensed milk and regret

Suds

Scrubbing my hands

In the sink

Washing my hair

In the shower

Clear soap

Purple shampoo

Bubbles pop!

People pleaser

I don’t bite my nails

I chew my gum softly, mouth closed

I laugh even when you aren’t funny (you know that joke was horrid)

I sit quietly in my internal fire as my house burns down and I go in ashes

I wash the dishes even though the knife cuts between my ring and pinky finger, again

I give you a hug after you come home from the gym

I say I like that, I say I like this

I read you a poem about a girl who was beautiful, so you know you are too

I break all my bones catching your fall

I lose all my love on a silver platter of dark chocolate desserts that you eat one by one

Hope you guys enjoyed these! Please send me your writing if willing, because I really would love to read it. Have a good week peeps.

Love,

Nina Lee

(picture found via Pinterest)