Thursday, December 19, 2013

Drawings and stuff

Just some things I've drawn/ painted these past few weeks.  The semester just ended so I'll be able to post more often.  Also I need to get a job.  I'm not doing well at school, so I need to get my life together some other way.  I got a C in a class I thought I was going to get a B in and I failed a class I knew I was going to fail. Please enjoy these drawings and this playlist.  Drawing Songs Sincerely, Johanna

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

wreck this activity book

I got an activity book from a Kid's Meal from Wendy's.  The theme is road trip activities.  Cool because I'm reading Jack Kerouac's On the Road for English.  I even made a playlist for it.  Road Music But most of the activities just apply to long road trips and you can get anywhere you need to be in Guam within 30 minutes.  So I decided to wreck this activity book with my lame art. Yes I got the idea from Wreck This Journal.  And this is cool because I'm not spending $10 or whatever on a book telling me how to art.  I may lack creativity, but I know how to art.  Here's what I've made so far. 
kite in the sunset
 ghost in the sunset
 space girl

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Coming of Age

I'm growing up again.  I thought I finished that "coming of age" bullshit back in 10th grade but I guess finding myself is different from growing up.  Actually I didn't think growing up was all that important, not right now anyway.  But my personal problems last week made me realize that I have to be more independent.  I need to get out and let myself grow.  Staying on the internet and spending time at home is ok, but I'm going nowhere with routine.  My personality is too big for sameness.  I need adventure, even if it's a small one.  Hopefully I'll find courage to follow my dreams, but until then I'm just going to do things that will lead me there.  I plan to get my driver's license by next year, so that's a start.  And hopefully I'll get a job and save up for my dreams.  I made a playlist for adventure a few days ago. Adventure Music

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Two Princes - a poem

I don’t know why
I admire a Guy
who trashes Rolexs every week
despise some idiot
who falls
love with

a different girl every month.

I'm getting back into writing. This is just a start.  

November so far

School is still overwhelming me and I have some personal matters that are just adding to my stress. Not even my weekends feel sacred anymore.  Things are getting fine, but I still need to work harder to make things right.  There will never be a perfect day, a perfect week, but all I want is five minutes of no stress.  I need to do different things rather than homework and internet because I'm getting sad for no reason with this routine.  Rather than analyze why I'm so sad with it all, I'm just going to do things I've wanted to do but have been putting off.  I've been putting off being creative because of school and TV shows but starting tonight I'm going to write a poem.  I know it won't be a great poem, but it will lead me to the gold. 
I've made a playlist a few days ago. Please check it out.
Songs for Optimism
Agana Bay

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Gonna be featured in a chapbook

The chapbook I'll be featured in will be released October 24 at the U.O.G. Theater.  I'm really thankful that my dear friend Ruffa and my rockstar teacher Mr. Harmon has decided to include me and a couple of our classmates in this.  Ruffa says that this project isn't hers, but most of it is her idea.  She has done a lot of the work putting it together and has been doing a good job at it.  I'm grateful to have someone as amazing and brilliant and caring as her.  She is supportive when it comes to making my poems sound right.  And she has really helped me get out of my uneasiness of poetry.

Another person who has been a big part of this project is our teacher, Mr. PK Harmon.  He gave me some good advice a few days ago on how to handle rejection and I'm glad that I have someone as encouraging as him on my team.  I've always been iffy about following my dreams.  I think big, but then act small because I'm fearful of rejection.  Mr. Harmon showed me that rejection is just a part of trying to get published.  So I walk into the darkness with my head held high.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

For Cierra

I've been out of the game lately.  I'm getting overwhelmed with my college classes.  This semester is my hardest and it's not going to get any easy.  Math is my biggest stressor.  My homegirl Cierra and her BFF Mark made math look cool and fun, so I decided to give it a shot and now I'm stuck.  I'm too late in the game to get out.  I thought I could be amazing, I thought I could be a math minor, but this game is more difficult than I thought.  But I will survive.  I know I can get far.  But I've been working myself too hard and I'm not getting anywhere with all this anxiety.  Another thing is I've been feeling lonely as usual.  I try to spend time with people, but they have their own friends.  I'm ok.  I have my own distractors to keep me occupied.  I will make it through because I know what I can do.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Cotangents*of Yevgeny

One of my poems has been published on a site! 
Cotangents of Yevgeny
-a teenage love story
Johanna Salinas

Part 1

Dec. 20, 2012

“I hope the apocalypse
will be as pretty as you!”
Yevgeny shouts
as he forgets
himself into the
brown ankle deep puddle
he insists is a pond.

His Queen, Yudina, blushes
a rosy bouquet as
her virginal
heart snaps
this moment into
her Memory Museum.

Please Yevgeny, please
don’t break her virginal
heart.  Dang it!

Get yourself out
of the mud and
into her love!

Do it now
before she realizes
what a total loser you are.
Do it now
before the earth caves in
with the stars.

Part 2

Dec. 21, 2012

“Welcome to the nightmare!”
Yevgeny sang as he
hid from the future
under a pile of dead leaves,

but lost himself
in the darkness
of a vacuum
of beautiful things.

Dec. 22, 2012

“I dreamed
we were dead,”
Yudina breathed.
“And I remember being so happy.”

Part 3

A Letter to Yevgeny From His Queen

Dear Goofball,                                                                                                                     

Somewhere in heaven,
an angel must be fainting from madness
because I made a wish
on the constellation
of pimples below your eyes.
Because tossing well-earned money
down a well
just isn’t enough
to contain my adoration of YOU.
Killing those dumb dinosaurs
couldn’t have said it more.

Streets graffiti me with neon and traffic
but all I know is you.  
All I see is your silvery surprised blink
as I dance along to the parade song
stuck in your head.

Somewhere a village is being deprived
 of an idiot because

I wished for you.

*the opposite of a tangent 

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Thursday, July 25, 2013

Jump to Fall

Originally Posted Here
I drown myself in cliche 
pop songs 
telling me "I'm original" and 
"I'm [fucking] unique." 
Assholes. Closeted twinks. 
They don't know 
my tedious ways and 
dull style.

Thanks for leaving.
Thanks for proving me right.
Funny how you still hurt me
even when you're gone. 
I am being buttfucked
by a ghost!
I am being torn in half! 

The leaves tell me
to stop forcing love
and to just fall naturally.
But what the fuck do they know?
They just sit around 
and watch others live, 
watch others pass by.
They don't know
how to feel.
They just sit
and stare 
and die.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

I'm through with cheesey cliches.

Here's a book review I wrote about a cliche romance.

I've nothing against romance, but cliche is getting annoying.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Saturday, June 29, 2013

A song for me :)

I asked a stranger to write a song for me and here it is.  I'll try to post it on YouTube.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

poem for creative writing class

Remember When Imitation by Johanna

Part 1.

Miller Lite logo in the chest
the shirt’s too big
so she wears it like a dress,

and twirls a clumsy ballet.
Pigtails smacking her baby face.

Soon a yawn fights its way through her sugary lips
and she tiptoes to her imaginary friends
who wait on a cloud of dead sheep.
Imaginary friends ready to lull her to sleep
as she hides her arms in her big shirt
and cradles her perfect figure.

Part 2. "Sleep Over"
Cuddling with 10 of my closest friends.
Overlooking where one bitch ends
and another demon begins.

Commiserating the lies on the bathroom walls,
the best myspace profiles
and my pink polka dot pants.

Why’d I let those tight pants go?
Oh yeah,
the jerk with the cute smirk called them “tacky.”

another word for “tasteless” or “classless”
But he’s the classless fucker
reading smut novels and
naming his sex apparatus
after Danielle Steel.

He’s his own Marxist state.
Little does he know
he’s choking on Marie Antoinette cake.

My buddies tell me to stop thinking about
the asshole in the park.
But I can’t.
He was so cute
with his spiked hair and Pokemon cards.
My buddies tell me to listen to the rain
and drown my heart.

Monday, February 11, 2013

Swag Hag Poem

My throat’s all scratched from this screaming I’ve done
My diaphragm is all rubbery from these animal calls
But I carry on until you answer my distresses

O Captain, o Captain! Take me away from these generic hoes
I’m too swag for this ghetto
These bitches be hatin’ but you were always mine for the takin’

So take me now—like I did you…
Please. We’re friends. We’ve partied together and cried together.
I even bought you taco bell.

Take me away on your disco stick because
 This club can’t handle me and my electric sex pants

What good is your love when just our chakras touch…
I need your grasp, I need your smell…and your sexy, dramatic stare

Captain, my Captain, you may not be fly like Kanye
And I may not be glam like Beyoncé,
But this club can’t handle us right now

this poem is for my poetry class. please tell me how I can make it better :)

Friday, February 8, 2013

A song about a stranger by a stranger

After hitting my daily post limit on tumblr I decided to ask followers random questions in their ask box.  I asked a guy, Ed , if he could post a drawing of a husky, but he couldn't.  So I asked him if he could write me a song and here it is  :)  "Jack the Travellin' Man" by Ed Coles  <3

Monday, January 7, 2013

Coyote Blue book review

This humorous novel is about a Crow Indian, Sam, living a secure uneventful life as an insurance salesman.  He's left the reservation 20 years ago because of a misunderstanding with the law and just wants to forget about his roots.  But the appearance of the Crow god, Coyote Blue, has forced Sam back to the Crow culture.  This was an enjoyable read.  The style was fun and easy to understand.  The character Calliope reminded me of Marianne from Andrew Davidson's The Gargoyle.  So if you liked that novel, you'll like Coyote Blue.  4.5 out of 5 stars  :D