Tall is the day |
Tall is the day, as the blue of the sky seems all gray and my heart hums in the pace of a snail's crawl, against rustic thoughts of rainy-day-sleep-ins and hookie-from-work picnics.Tall is the day as ... Posted by Onika Pascal on Sat, 14 Jun 2008 11:21:00 PST |
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at the hour |
It is 8:15 am and I sit in the robing room at Medgar, assigned to all the graduating psychology majors. My nerves are on end. Yet I manage to scarf down a cup o' joe and three croissants...yes I said ... Posted by Onika Pascal on Sat, 07 Jun 2008 05:41:00 PST |
cap n gown |
I woke this morning with a slight hint of feeling strange. My life managed to turn upside down in a matter of hours from getting one phone call to losing two weeks of sleep. To finally getting one pho... Posted by Onika Pascal on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 07:50:00 PST |
Speak Easy |
there aren't enough rose petals in the world to help me count the love I feel for youthe syllables in your name taste like creamed abc'sFondling my tongue like fingertips to crevicesI speak easy and s... Posted by Onika Pascal on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 07:47:00 PST |
Recipe for a true friend |
No matter how many tears you cry and no matter how moody you get, they'd always be by your side to hold your hand, and help wipe your tears. They can take a lickin from your attitude and still stand a... Posted by Onika Pascal on Sat, 31 May 2008 06:28:00 PST |
Epiphanies |
&Standing lost at the fork in the road at the 90th Psalms, On my way to the book of Revelations, I find myself sitting at the feet of Oya, Praying to her waters that you used to protect me For sh... Posted by Onika Pascal on Wed, 28 May 2008 04:56:00 PST |
Fork in the road at the 90th Psalm |
A face bearing the color of innocence
Stands shaded in the hues of confusion
Trying to figure out which way life turns
Trying to keep up with its selfish disappointments.
Gritted teeth left shavings ... Posted by Onika Pascal on Mon, 26 May 2008 12:15:00 PST |
No dryer sheets necessary |
So much goes on in such a short space of time that I feel like I sit in a dryer and spin until the cycle stops. Then I tumble out with dryer lint all stuck to my face and I'm wrinkled and warm from th... Posted by Onika Pascal on Sat, 24 May 2008 10:25:00 PST |
Stepping stones and solid grounds |
In a matter of weeks I graduate. I made a comment out loud in my theories of personality psychology course a few semesters ago and last week my professor reminded me of that comment and said he's hold... Posted by Onika Pascal on Wed, 21 May 2008 05:43:00 PST |