http://yurp.blogdrive.com/ DramaDBen4 Sun, 03 Apr 2005 11:45:03 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2005. Photography Music Friends http://yurp.blogdrive.com/archive/17.html Sun, 15 Aug 2004 04:41:01 GMT I remember 52nd St. I remember catching the El train at City Hall, and taking the 15 minute journey into another world. The first thing that greets me as I disembark is the smell. My olfactory senses heighten, as I separate the incense from the chicken patties, the scented body oil from marijuana. All the smells from the street join together and hover over everyone, creating a different sky; a sky just for brown people. The energy iminating from the crowds draws you almost against your will into the hustle and bustle of necessity. Into a world where the day's profits mean new shoes for sons... (more) http://yurp.blogdrive.com/comments?id=17 http://yurp.blogdrive.com/archive/14.html Thu, 08 Jul 2004 07:11:39 GMT As the rain drips aimlessly down the window pane, i run my fingers slowly along the piping of your shorts. I used to wear them like a varsity player's letterman jacket, basking in the envy of all the popular girls. Your scent has long since faded from the fabric and I struggle to remember the baritone in your voice....is soft, as we conspire against Dominique to decide who will bring dessert to the BBQ. She realizes our plan and in our surrender, we agree to bring forks instead. It's our first "from us" gift and I suppress my smile when my mind conjures images of cocktail parties and... (more) http://yurp.blogdrive.com/comments?id=14 http://yurp.blogdrive.com/archive/13.html Thu, 24 Jun 2004 07:01:29 GMT When most women are upset, their emotions manifest into sadness. Characteristics include, crying, feelings of selflessness and depression. However, for a choice few like myself, sadness eventually manifests into anger. It's been a year since I first entered college, and the myriad of positive and negative experiences has brought me closer to understanding my emotions. For the first time in my life, I've faced vulnerability and rejection with a brashness that would've frightened me just two years ago. Recently, I've had the pleasure of experiencing the truest form of vulnerability: falling in... (more) http://yurp.blogdrive.com/comments?id=13 http://yurp.blogdrive.com/archive/12.html Tue, 15 Jun 2004 05:56:18 GMT As the age old saying goes, it's much easier to please yourself than to please everyone around you. In that spirit of self-empowerment, I've decided to retire another version of myself running parallel to my one true self. The role that I can no longer sustain is that of the doting housewife. Just as thousands of woman waited patiently for the return of their husbands in those 1950's representations of Americana, I have sat at a checkered table, in a sunburst yellow kitchen watching the oven timer as my brownies rise to a chocolately perfection. Except my husband isn't working at the power... (more) http://yurp.blogdrive.com/comments?id=12 http://yurp.blogdrive.com/archive/11.html Sat, 05 Jun 2004 05:43:41 GMT If he knew how deeply I felt for him, he would never question my fidelity or jokingly refer to the "beginning of the end." Perhaps if he felt the gradual acceleration of my heart beat when Michael Jackson signaled his income call, he would want to hold me closer. And maybe, just for a few seconds, if he watched the slides from our wedding that I show in the back of my mind, he would never speak of future girlfriends. A wise man once told me that the mind and heart will almost never work symbiotically, and events that read "complicated" or "damaging" in your mind inevitably become lost in... (more) http://yurp.blogdrive.com/comments?id=11 http://yurp.blogdrive.com/archive/10.html Tue, 17 Feb 2004 01:40:13 GMT Trust. Easier to lose than it is to gain. An emotion that cannot exist without the actions of another, but must work simultaneously with an individual's willingness to positively interpret those actions. Trust isn't dependent upon love, but love can't exist without its' foundation. It's used to separate the real from the bullshit, the sincere from the selfish. Most people, you know you can't trust. A few people, you feel you can. Some people gain your trust, but inevitably, their true nature seeps through the cracks that only time and close observation provide. I can see you seething... (more) http://yurp.blogdrive.com/comments?id=10 http://yurp.blogdrive.com/archive/9.html Sat, 31 Jan 2004 12:50:12 GMT I cleaned my room today, and for the first time in months, I made my bed. Living in conditions where clothes, books and even my heart were strewn across the floor eclipsed the destroyed nature of my bed. Sheets once released from airtight packaging, now lay huddled shamefully at the foot of my bed. Their yellow color stained with misconception, masked deception and self-deprecation. Many nights I've tossed and turned tumultuously, sleep prohibited by the inability to breathe, to cry, to silence the insurrection of thought raging in my mind. Not too long ago, he pulled the... (more) http://yurp.blogdrive.com/comments?id=9 http://yurp.blogdrive.com/archive/8.html Fri, 30 Jan 2004 12:09:28 GMT "Driving down the highway that stretches for miles into infinity, I watch as the sky melts from orange to a deep indigo. I hit the scan button on the radio, and settle on one of the two stations playing Dolly Parton. The hum of the tires turning over the uneven road causes a rhythmic cadence that accompanies the music. The once warm breeze that played with my hair has now turned cool, and I wonder if renting a ten year old convertible was that wise. I stretch my foot into the night and make patterns against the sky with my toe. The night smells differently than the night back at home; it's... (more) http://yurp.blogdrive.com/comments?id=8 http://yurp.blogdrive.com/archive/5.html Sun, 09 Nov 2003 05:30:53 GMT If you ever need to separate a treasure from its muddy suroundings, use a sieve. The sieve-a tool that extricates valuable items from the majority of worthless components in a given medium. With a few simple shakes of the wrist, the explorer sees a gradual recession of the grime concealing the true prize, usually a jewel or a small group of priceless young women. Hidden among the thick broth of disrespect, self-loathing and one-night stands, the women wait patiently for their turn through the sieve. And after months, and sometimes years of shaking, their... (more) http://yurp.blogdrive.com/comments?id=5 http://yurp.blogdrive.com/archive/4.html Sat, 08 Nov 2003 00:57:58 GMT I told the last night I loved you , and you dream that I had. I love the nights that I dream and had you last. You dream nights of last love had, I'm told. You told me you loved me last night, in a dream I had. Last night, I had a dream that you told me you loved me. http://yurp.blogdrive.com/comments?id=4