2014 in review

Thank you all so much for your contributions to my blog! I look forward to what happens with this small blue thing in the future. 🙂

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here's an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,800 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 30 trips to carry that many people.

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Love,
Torrence

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Aside

Wouldja look at that?

Just look at it!

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Kind of a strange cover, ya? Not sure who did it. There was no credit given inside the magazine.

What is it, you ask?  It’s The Lyricist, the literary magazine of my school!

Why am I posting a picture of the cover?  Because!  Look what’s inside!

"Lyricist" Table of Contents

7th line down 😀

Yup!  My name!  In a table of contents!  Mission accomplished.

If you want to read “Kristy” or “The Music“, never fear, just click on those names.  I have skillfully linked them to previous posts where I posted the poems.  So ya.  Happy Friday!  Maybe I’ll make a real post sometime soon, or something.

~Tori

I don’t pay attention in class.

lifetime wellness class

January 14, 2014

“irreversible damage”
irreversible.

he was damaged. irreversibly damaged.
irreversible.
he couldn’t go back
he couldn’t return
to search for his missing pieces.
damaged,
but not destroyed,
he had to stumble on forward.
nothing could be reversed,
but perhaps repaired.
irreversibly damaged,
yes.
hopelessly broken?
not
yet.

A Swan in a World of Peacocks

Yes, that’s right.  You,

You who thought you were an ugly duckling

In a world full of swans,

You were mistaken!

Peacocks!

So many peacocks—

They shake their tail feathers and

Fluff their fuzzies and

Bat their eyelashes and

Strut their stuff in the streets,

Halls,

Social networks…

Everywhere.

But you, the swan

Glide effortlessly, pure and

Exquisite,

No fancy colors needed, no extra work.

You are beautiful without even trying,

And nothing could upset those Peacocks more.

La Cygne

Sincerely,

Torrence Nightingale