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.

Cotangents*of Yevgeny

One of my poems has been published on a site! 

Here's the link to the page!

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 

New Drawings by Me

 Egyptian Eyes

 Futuristic Model

 Indie Bohemian Chic

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.

Another book review

Here is my latest review.

http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/660903505

I'm through with cheesey cliches.

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

http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/660149700

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

A song for me

I asked an online friend to write a song for me and here it is.