I want to…

I want to tell you how I feel

But that will never happen

As long as we co exist I can never share

My Hate

Anger

Frustration

Fears

For that will only add fuel to the fire.

So I must sit in silence

Seething with pain

Burning tears forcing themselves out

Empty smiles

You will never know

You will never understand

But I hope someday

That someday

You will

And you will understand

Why I am the way I am

Why I am different

And I hope you look back on all those times

You made that snide comment

Or told me to pray for her

 

And think twice about it.

Its…

Its nights like these where, 

I wonder if anything is ever going to get better…

Its nights like these where, 

I wonder if I am ever going to be able to move forward with my life…

Its nights like these where, 

I wonder when its going to stop, the calls, the texts, the anger, the hatred…

Angerness fills my soul in moments like these, 

Its moments like these where I want to just want to run away…

Run away from her. 

Run away from the anger, and the sadness. 

Tiring. 

Tiring to have these feelings and emotions day after day, night after night. 

I feel like I am breaking into a million pieces, and never have the chance to be put together. 

Hatred text messages dont solve the problem. 

Telling someone you hate them over, and over again doesnt solve the problem. 

Telling yourself you are over her and dont need her wont solve the problem. 

Nothing will ever solve the problem, 

until 

she

is 

gone

for 

good

Until then, I guess I can be fine. 

Just fine. 

 

Treasures from long ago…

As I rummaged thru the old boxes, suitcases, and totes filled with treasures my blood began to boil. 

How could she have kept all this from me all these years?

Things that I could have been wearing. 

Things that I could have been re-making. 

Things that I could have kept safe from the mold…

But then I remembered how selfish she is.

How she wants to keep things from me, and how she has. 

And she managed to steal things of mine that I use on the daily like my steel toe extra tuff boots. 

Finding those boots just re-affirms my thoughts on how she is so selfish, and she will take things of mine just so I cant have them. 

Fur hats that my brother and I wore as kids. 

A fur hat I made in 2nd grade.

Mukluks that my gram made. 

Ivory earrings. 

Pictures of some time ago. 

Qaspeqs for days…

Knitted socks my gram made. 

All stashed away just so I cant have them. Wear them. Or share them. 

Thank goodness I was able to salvage them. And now I can take better care of them. 

Life is too short to be selfish. 

Give as much as you can. And take as much as you can. 

There is no need for saving things. Use them now. 

Whats the use of saving if your never going to use them? 

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Dark hopeless nights

The days are getting shorter.

Nights getting darker.

The air, is cool, crisp and eerie.

An overwhelming feeling takes over my soul.

Winter is approaching. Slowly, but surely it will be here.

And then what.

Where will she go?

How will she survive?

Shes homeless. And has been for over 20 years.

She lives off the land of booze, food stamps, and government hand outs.

She has no regrets. No ambitions. No desires in life

But

just to get that one more bottle.

One more sip.

Thats it.

All it takes is one, single drop that can ruin a

life

marriage

friendship

One drop. She chooses that one drop over her entire

family…

Once the bone chilling nights take over her being

Then what?

Will she become a statue frozen to the ground?

Will she fall asleep soundly and become a beautiful snow angel, forever…

Time will only tell

Until then I will hold my breathe

and

Wait for the long future nights of

sleeplessness

worry

anger

depression

 

In a blink of an eye…

And just like that within one heartbeat

one blink of an eye

one short, swallow, hot breath

 my life is turned upside down

 

those three words that we long to hear

I love you

turn to

I hate you

 

All that work

All that hope

Everything down the drain

Secretly wishing it will clog and life will stand still

just

for

A

moment

 

Yet again.

Those words slither back into my life

everything will be fine

shes still your mother

shes a good person

 

all I want to do is go back to that moment

the moment before everything drastically spiraled out of control

to that heartbeat if I could grasp it

or hold my breath just for a moment

things may be normal

 

and my life will return right side up

 

foolish.

I am a fool for believing

A fool for wishing

And a fool for wasting empty tears

 

Life will never be normal.

I will always be upside down.

Where it all began

My writing is from experience. Horrible experiences that I have created into writing, and poetry. Through writing I am able to release unwanted feelings of hatred, disgust, and embarrassment. Because of my mother the build of hatred has engulfed my life and not for the better. Having an alcholic parent that is verbally, emotionally, spiritually difficult. Most days are good, but then there are those tough days that make life almost unbearable. I hope that I can document my experiences growing up and the hardships that I endured dealing her. In the meantime, enjoy!

Alaska “The Last Frontier”

Alaska “The Last Frontier” ya’ll say.

Wheres your pet penguin?

or How’s your igloo?

We respond great! My igloo is two stories with

electricity.

Jaws drop. We chuckle and say, Sike.

“The Last Frontier”

Must sound like eating the Forbidden Fruit

Alaska: Don’t take a bite out of it.

Or do and overindulge.

Overindulge into the Forbidden Fruit.

Just like trekking thru

uncharted territory.

Thats what you’ve been good

at for years.

Touching this

and

Touching that.

Stop.

Stop all this.

Stop with the questions.

Stop with the wondering.

Pondering.

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Enuff is enough.

Alaska “The Last Frontier”

Lets keep it that way.

I thought this poem was appropriate to share for our Blog #3 assignment. This poem I wrote in my English 271 class about our beautiful state.

Curveballs and lemons

Its amazing how quickly and suddenly life throws these curveballs. Whether you turn lemons into lemonade or make what it is of life. You continue. You continue to breathe. Move one foot in front of the other. Smile daily. Cry often. Hold those you love close to your heart. But you just keep moving because if you sit still you hurt. You hurt for those you lost that were close to your heart. You hurt for those that were taken away too soon, and too sudden.

I am a firm believer in everything happens for a reason. But why everything happens for a reason I have no answer. Why someone so young, so full of life, laughter, and a genuinely caring individual would be taken away at 29 years old makes no sense to me. Why did his life have to be cut so short? Each and everyone of our life plans will take us down many paths. And one day we will experience death. But until then we must remember to live every single day as if it were our last because life is unpredictable and unlivable at times but we have to cherish one another and love deeply. Always say I love you. Grudges need not to be held. Laugh more and cry hard.

29 is too young. 29 is too fun. 29 makes lemons into lemonade. 29 makes you happy. 29 thinks about family and a future. Not death.

You will always be in heart. You have taught me many things in life and made me appreciate and realize how precious life is. When I blare Bleeding Love at those certain times of the month I will smile. I will smile at the thought of you blaring the music for me because I am grumpy, crabby, cramping, and always hungry. The trip to Hawaii where you had a blast at the Drag Queen Show, and played frisbee on a nude gay beach. And so many more memories like the time you almost got us killed in a car accident by running a red light. Your sense of direction drove me wild and mad but I smile now because of how frustrated you would make me! The nights at the bars where you danced harder than me and my friends and it would irritate me. Looking back I smile even harder because your dance moves were outrageous and you made us all laugh being the only guy who wasnt grinding on girls but busting out your random dance moves, shaking your hips like they didnt lie, and waving your hands in the air like a fool. McDonalds will always make me smile and remember the nights after the bars and the outrageous amounts of hamburgers that you wolfed down. You would hiccup so loudly I think you woke the neighbors up. I dont know if I ever told you but you saved me in Europe for those 18 days of fun and craze. You had just told me before I left that you loved me and it scared me. We were kids and we were young. I 21 and you 24. The months we spent together so many happy, fun memories were created. Experienced and traveled places. Would dress up in suits and dresses and eat at “fancy” restaurants for no reason. You were always a good sport about everything. And fishing all day everyday was on your mind no matter what. The trip to meet your parents and all the fun activities we packed into it. Yellowstone. Meeting Grama Johnson. Thrifting with your ma. $10,041 will always make me laugh and chuckle at the fights that it created between you & I. And wherever you are I hope that you smile and chuckle at it to. Because even though it created storms, we were able to see the calm at the end of the storm.

We were meant to be at the time. We were meant to keep each other happy and have fun at the time. We were meant to share and create memories at the time. We werent meant to be together forever. Our paths split and in the end we were both able to find our soulmates. I sit here feeling sad because I have all the things he wanted so badly. But smile because he finally found the person that he wanted to spend the rest of his life together with. The last memories he created were the happiest. He was truly in paradise. And wherever he may be he is in his paradise.

Rest in Peace Jake

Rest in Peace
Jake

Taken too soon. Touched many hearts. Always filled a room with roaring laughter. Hiccups loud. Cheeseburger eating king. Hunting Fanatic. Loved life and lived everyday to the fullest. We are all better people because of you.

Seasons? What seasons.

Seasons in Alaska consist of almost winter, winter, almost summer, and summer. We dont get fall, or spring. We get cold, colder, coldest, colder, and cold. I wish we got the beautiful spring weather. Our fall consists of maybe a month of fall weather when the leaves are changing color. My favorite place to spend fall is in Takotna. It actually looks like fall. The trees are tall. Mountains begin to turn white right before our eyes. And the cool, crisp mornings are filled with frost.

Takotna Fall Photo Credits: Nikki Corbett

Takotna Fall
Photo Credits: Nikki Corbett

Winters consist of 40 below, gusting winds, and long dark nights for 3 months straight. The plus side to cold nights, is the beautiful sky and dancing northern lights. Hot cocoa and heated blankets keep us warm throughout the winter.

Cold winters= happy jiggers on the Kuskokwim  Photo Credits: Nikki Corbett

Cold winters= happy jiggers on the Kuskokwim
Photo Credits: Nikki Corbett

Summer brings happiness filled with berries, gathering berries, gathering fireweed, gathering tundra tea, and long boat rides. Sunny mornings bring smiles and joy to our lives. Cool breezes keep the mosquitoes off our backs. Rain feeds our plants and berries. Summer is what brings people to Bethel. The people come out of hibernation. They gear up to fish, hunt, berry pick, and spend their entire summer at fish camp putting away food for the winter. King Salmon= gold. Yum. Summer is the season I look forward to season after season because I live to be on the tundra.

Bethels Famous Boat Harbor Photo Credits: Nikki Corbett

Bethels Famous Boat Harbor
Photo Credits: Nikki Corbett

Spring clumps in winter/fall. Our spring consists of dirty brown snow. Temperatures from -10 to 40 degrees. Sun shining bright. Not quite warm enough for t-shirt weather, but not cold enough for winter coat weather. Its almost as if we go to sleep its winter and the next day we wake up and its summer.

Our might Kuskokwim River Bethel, AK  Photo Credits: Nikki Corbett

Our might Kuskokwim River
Bethel, AK
Photo Credits: Nikki Corbett

 

 

All for one, and one for All

Skyline of Anchorage,AK
http://wikitravel.org/en/Anchorage

This is Anchorage now.

This is Anchorage back then.

Over the years Anchorage and everywhere else in Alaska has changed dramatically. But one common theme seems to stick out and that is the affect of alcohol on people. The three authors I chose to highlight were Tom Sexton, Dana Stabenow and Nick Jans. In these authors writings alcohol has either negatively affected the individuals in the story, or it plays a role.

In Tom Sexton’s poem  “Anchorage,” he writes:

“While I pour my cup of morning tea, a dark bird tears at something in the gutter beneath a streetlight hissing in the sleet. Hotels send out signals from their ridge. Once again, I see that homeless woman, her bruised face holding water like a font, the police lifted from a plastic tent hidden in the woods below our subdivision. Their searchlights sweeing through the underbrush found the hut of those who fled the sirens. Not far from here, her ancestors would gather to net the quicksilver smelt, candle fish, that old women burned in soapstone lamps on winter nights, their voices coiled in endless shoals of light.”

From this.

Alcohol has taken lives from the traditional way of living of hunting, gathering, subsistence to homelessness, domestic violence, sexual assault, and heartbreak. I have seen to much of this in my community and in my family. I have lost family members over the bottle. I have lost a mother to the bottle. It has not had any positive affects in my life as well as many others. Our traditional way of life is being thrown away like a gum wrapper. Just as easy as that. One is willing to throw away their whole lives to feed their addiction. They would rather spend $60 on a bottle of R &R to soothe their souls rather than buying a birthday present for their child. In any way, shape or form one will go to the extremes to acheive the high from alcohol whether it be rubbing alcohol, hairspray, listerine, or whatever. I am talking burn the insides of yourself to feel a few brief moments of “freedom.” Sickening.

To this.

R & R bottles found on the tundra in beautiful Bethel, Alaska
Photo Credits: http://www.flickr.com/photos/eajames/4590043152/
Pretty isnt it?

Dana Stabenow’s, “A Cold-Blooded Business,” gives insights on how alcohol can trap an individual in an unknown community like Anchorage. The visions they have to make it big slowly disappear once they take their first sip. Its all over from there. Because the bottle eats up all your cash you are trapped with nowhere to run, when all you want to do is go home. Home is always and will always be where the heart is.

Nick Jans’s, ” Beat the Qaaviks,” is a positive story that is more modern because basketball is such a huge part of many small communities. Basketball gives motivation and keeps some if not most on the straight and narrow. They strive to be better. They work harder. Although the path they are choosing is not traditional, and does not please our parents or grandparents it makes kids happy. It teaches them to communicate with their teammates. Gives them motivation work harder.

If its not one thing, its another thing. If its not negative, its positive. There are things in life that will take us away to another place whether it is good or bad. It may give us a natural high, or chemical high. Regardless along the way we will hurt many hearts, and break many souls. Through determination and love we must continue to treat one another as human beings. We were all brought into this world to do one thing and that is to love and treat each respectfully.

Ice Fishing on the Kuskokwim
Photo Credits: Nikki Corbett