A Brave Goodbye – To New Adventures

Dear lovely, supportive, and loyal Red Heroes,

I am nearly in tears whilst saying this, but it must be done. I have had a foreboding feeling for awhile now, one that I have been able to suppress, but I can no longer push it down. Red Hero Inspiration has been such an ambitious, integrated part of my life for the past 3 and a half years, which is what makes it so hard to do this, but I must.

I am officially retiring The Red Hero Inspiration. I feel that I have lost the original direction for this blog, as I have grown from the girl I was when I started this to the young woman I am now. I am nearly an entirely different person. I have shed new skin, and, unfortunately, I was not lucky enough to have been able to mold Red Hero along with my growth.

This, however, does not mean that it is the end. I will continue to upkeep A Whimsical Ghost, as I am never far from writing a poem. Nor does it assume that I will never again start a blog. It only means that, in this time of my life, I am not at a current place where I feel a blog is wanted as a part of my life. Red Hero Inspiration was an outlet for me that was not granted to me at that time of my life, but, luckily, I have found an outlet that is permanent.

This also does not mean that my It list will be set aside on a shelf, but quite the contrary. As of right now, my It list is evolving and shedding a new skin, too. As I had started Red Hero Inspiration with my It list, I feel it is only right to end it with such.

THE IT LIST

Acquiring an SLR
Acquiring a Polaroid
Finishing ‘The Notebook Theme’
Writing a novel
Seeing Paris in the Spring
Acquiring an old-fashion typewriter
Watching all of Judy Garland’s films
Singing in front of a group
Not speaking one word for a whole day
Learning Spanish, Italian, and French
Riding a Moped
Riding a horse with no saddle
Reading Kon Tiki
Creating my own personal library
Filling out a journal
Reading the Bible cover to cover
Reading Pilgrim’s Progress
Capturing love in a photograph
Getting a job
Moving out
Spending a day at the Hawthorne District
Spending a day at the Saturday Market
Tattooing my side with meaning
Riding the bus
Finishing a jawbreaker
Reading 20 books written about Jacqueline Kennedy
Reading “She Said Yes”
Watching the greatest movies filmed in 1939 and reading each film’s book
Watching all Alfred Hitchcock movies
Doing a 365 project
Acquiring a DSLR
Finishing “A Collection of Thoughts”
Seeing the Bodies exhibit
Taking care of a Bonsai tree
Publishing my Poetry as a book
Meeting a Person for Each Birthday of a Year
Opening my Own Gallery of my Best Work in Photography
Taking Art Classes to learn the technical side of Painting and Drawing
Reading at least one book of all the author’s on the big painting in Barnes and Noble cafes
Creating a Heart shape with Polaroid photography I take
Reading all of Shakespeare & watching one movie for each
Spending a day at Ikea with my love
Watching all of Jane Seymour and Charlton Heston‘s movies
Seeing both of the homes I grew up in years from now
Having Kevin teach me how to use chopsticks
Completing the Marilyn Monroe mosaic puzzle
Filling a jar full of origami stars for each wish or prayer
Learning each of my heritage’s language
Attending a Midnight premiere
Being at Time Square, New York on New Year’s Eve
Being at the Beach when it Snows
Reading every book on the BBC 100 book list
Not adding 1 item until 7 are crossed off
Having a Pen Pal from a different country
Listing at least 3 things I am thankful for each day for a year
Visiting Claude Monet’s house
Throwing a message in a bottle to the sea
Playing tictactoe in the sand on the beach
Throwing a dart at a map of the world and going where it lands
Riding an elephant
Visiting South and North Carolina
Finding the old truck in the article my grandmother gave to me and taking a photo of it
Participating in Relay for Life
Eating breakfast at Tiffany’s in New York
Reading (at least) 1 book in a different language
Visiting my great grandmother and great grandfather’s graves
Creating a 50-line poem with a photo associated to each line
Creating a daisy chain
Sending a post script to Postsecret
Writing a poem in another language
Being a part of the Holi Festival
Reading 20 books about Ghandi
Reading all of the books on the wall at 5th and Hall

I am going to miss this blog dearly. I have learned so much through reflection by looking through these old posts, and it truly is amazing to see the difference something seemingly unimportant can make in someone’s life.

To new adventures. I love you all.

Sincerely and most heartbreakingly,

Red

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Inspire My Breath to Falter

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Inspire me, beautiful one.
Leave out perfection;
Drive forth to the direction
Of what is flawed
And what is shaped.
What is loved,
And what is chafed
With words of agony,
Spoiled perfection,
Raw integration
Lack of connection
To the web of
Bright eyes
And sun-filled nights.
I memorized
reflection in your eyes.
Inflection in your breath.
Deflation in adoration.
I no longer recognize.

Criminals in the Dark

Falling asleep
in your
arms is
like
oracles
veering
everywhere.

I felt like
a criminal
as I softly
whispered in the dark
secrets
wishes
all I ever dreamed of
in your ears
while you wavered in
and out of
consciousness.

Did I tell you?
My dream was real
I was really there with
you.
But you never remembered
because your eyes
were glass
and covered in
ash.English: Typical criminals from group 1 1

A Faceless Man

The girl with the
covered
eyes.
You
You
& you
Let the nightmares
Whisper
Won’t you let the
Shadow
Won’t you
Let your
Face be a
Broken mirror
They left the phone
Off the hook
While the faceless
One stole
Your innocence
Again
Again
Headless words I let
Spill from my
foolish
tongue
I’m sorry.

 

Side note: Drawings inspired by 1. random doodles
during class and 2. a film I’m
about to post.

A Critique of a Heart

Continued
Silence
a dream is a
dream you can’t count
on.
Thoughts cycle
violently tossed.
Swift counterparts
continually stalk
the ever-changing
time.
Wishing for a
love
as deep as
the sea.
I’ve found a
rhythm.
A beat to
sync a
single kiss to.
Sing a simplicity
as great as
history’s path.
You critique my
ambiguity.
You laugh at my
heart.
Take a deep
breathe and begin
again.
I dare you.

Carry On – Post Six-Hundred-Fifty-Seven

I’m thoroughly excited. I signed up for 2 fall classes. One regards poetry, and the other novel writing. I can’t wait to get back into school! How exciting it will all be.

I still haven’t decided what language I want to study for 2 years for my associates. Maybe I’ll do one of my heritage languages. I have so many to choose from. Portuguese, perhaps?

Red Hero will be 3 years old on the 18th. I do hope I don’t forget it this year and post something late. I don’t even know what I’m going to post, yet. I suppose I should start brainstorming . . .

Also, I bought a trunk for It. It’s a beautiful military trunk. It will hold all my precious completed items and photos of my adventures with It. (: I can’t wait to start filling it up.

Carry on, I fairly say to you.
I’ve no right to ponder your iniquities.
Don’t you realize I love you all the same?
For your battles, for your triumphs,
For your failures; for you.

Au revoir,

Gigi

Sing, Nightingale – Post Six-Hundred-Forty-Two

I’ve lost a love,
& loved during a loss.
The pain of a story untold,
Unbearably cold and trite.
A Nightingale in the night,
Her mournful song portrays
Those who’ve relinquished their fears
Upon a storybook revelation.
The tearful girl, she ran away
The searing pain too ruthless for her tender heart.
The Nightingale, she sings again.
Mourning the loss of tender innocence and love.

 Au revoir,

Gigi

Stubborn Love, Hopeless March – Post Six-Hundred-Thirty-Nine

Listen, sweet love
To the terror of her heart
As you sweep in too close
Hopelessly she closes her eyes
Feeling the breath of a lover upon her lips
Her fear is relinquished, the damage is naught.
She’s fallen again, though to fight she ought.

Listen to this song. It’s so wondrous. I love new discoveries (: any one of you have any suggestions?

Au revoir,

Gigi

P.S. Poem located below video is my own. 

No More, Haunting Yesterday – Post Six-Hundred-Twenty-Three

No more, haunting yesterday.
No more will you grasp my throat.
Many a tear I shed over your selfish obsession,
But no more do you have a hold over my path.
You’ve strangled the breath out of me, you had crushed my sweet hope,
But no more will I dwell among the rubble that was you.
I’ve begun a foundation upon what is solid and true
I’ve started to build a new sight.
I see the path I am meant to tread,
The path you blocked from my vision.
Creep and sneak you may,
Back into what you think you know,
What you think has not changed,
But you’ll only come to find
What is left of what you shattered with your wandering heart.

 Au revoir,

Gigi