Oh, Seattle

Sometimes I crave Washington more than I can handle.
I went once - I was a sophomore in high school. It was music tour.

Not that I know much about the place, though. But that dreaming part of me imagines it to be the sort of place where a misfit belongs. The strange ones, the interesting, dreaming ones.

But the part of Washington that I haven't even really seen? That's the part I long for.
The late night poetry readings in a local coffee shop,
Hiking, backpacking, EVERYWHERE,
Crazy college kids on trains,
And the passion.
The music.
The rain.

Like I said, I don't know anything about it. I like to imagine, though.

loves&hugs,
alyssa kaylee

p.s. Pike's market. AMAZING. I could live there.
p.p.s. If I lived in Washington, I think seafood would grow on me.

Snickerdoodle to you too!

And I, the apron donner,
concoct tasty meals
and smile at young gents,
as they melt over
my snickerdoodle heart
before taking a knee
with a simple ring
and promising
forever and a farm.

Then I say, "no thanks,"
and hand over the cookies.

Forever's a given,
the farm ain't important,
and what sort of good comes
of promises from cookies?


(fine)

I know, not my poetry blog and not my best piece, either.

But you get the point, right?

And guess what?

I got the job!

I'm an instructor at APA!!

I'm so flippin excited, I can't even tell you. 

loves&hugs,

alyssakaylee

For lack of a better excuse . . .

I must sincerely apologize for my lack of posting.

My Aunt stole my camera.
(Ruuude, I know.)

Please bear with me till I get it back!
I have been making up for it by being sort of poetic.

So in the mean time,
here is my poetry,
and here is a scary-looking gang I found in my house.

(I love you, I promise.)
:)

loves&hugs,
alyssa kaylee