I'm still 17.
Are ages really that important when the same thing you have wanted since you were real little still hasn’t come into your life?
It seems dumb because I’ve had opportunities, I think
Like at the dive bar, when he gave me a drink
Or shouted, “ **** you” from the seat of a car
When I didn’t want to go home after the bar
Or texted," Come by! Watch movies, and chill!"
But I didn’t answer cuz I’m not on the pill
Is this how you start dating?
Is this what you do?
I kind of hate it
But that’s how we made it
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 7:31 PM UTC
She wore their relationship like an old noose, but she liked the heaviness.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
if only they could see these words dripping down my face
like a GirlCovered in black mascara tears
if only they could hear me cry, muffled in the stall
like a running faucet with no where to go.
if only they could taste the blood on my lips,
like the deepest wine stain from a bottle, wasted
if only they could smell those memories I drag with me
like overflowing ***** laundry"
Then maybe they could finally toss that old float in the water
and pull me out
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
So you tell me it's not normal
To stare from high places
Down at gray pavement
and think
What a comfortable mattress...
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
I wanna go back to my girls, my clique
My number one team, my winning pick
Young, wild, and free we're the kings of Queens
Cuz **** sexist ******** not defined by our genes
I miss laughs and long nights and soda bottles of *****
Freezing, but hot in our high heeled shoes
Dancing on tables and counters and bars
Getting home late, looking up at the stars
We are so weird and so lost, but in each other we're found
Not just college friends, sisters; eternally bound
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 8:22 PM UTC
I wanted to hug, you wanted to hide
I wanted excitement, from that you shied
I like loud, silly, always wanting more
You like quiet, sarcasm, contemplative to the core
Most older, are bolder
But you followed the rules
I followed behind
Tried to fill some big shoes
Now you try to hug and to me its feels weird
To have love from a sister, a friend I once feared.
You are still a mystery, so many things I don't know
But I hope over time, those parts you will show
Please know you can trust me, I love you so much
The sister I longed for, who rejected my touch
Look at us now, friends at last
I'm sorry if I hurt you, I’m sorry for the past
I only want the best for you and I’m truly so proud
Of this sister of mine, whose voice has grown loud.
Whose planning is immaculate and time management too
Who is teaching me so much, whose friendship is true
Who makes me laugh with just a look
Who has become an accomplished cook
Who has taken my hand in the figurative sense
Who is honest and open and gives her two cents
Who says, "I love you" in different ways,
in manicures and t-shirts and beach days
I applaud you my sister, for you have grown tall
In so many ways and I love them all.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 5:27 PM UTC
I once had a crush on my RA
But he’ll never read this so it’s okay;
While I was chasing boys around
I was lost, but you I found
Sitting, waiting with your base
A royal flush, a straight, an ace
But I was a dumb and silly dame
For that I have myself to blame
You would listen, me an open book
But I was too distracted to give a closer look
And now you’ve left for home, some desert somewhere
And I’m alone with this regret I bare.
I listen to Mayer and think of you
A missed opportunity, a wound still new.
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
My thoughts are in a constant battle
Contained in my mind like herded cattle
Today: Pants too big, here a reward
Tomorrow: Too tight, food I can't afford
My face, a canvas blank and pristine
Tomorrow: Broken, raw, unclean
Today you are pretty and likable, new
Tomorrow not so, compliments few
Charting how I love myself every minute
Cheated out of the present, I’m not fully in it
How shallow, how wrong, I scold to my reflection
How honest, how right, undeserving of affection
These two thoughts always loud in my ears
One builds me up, one adds to my fears
Neither one wins, or so far it's a tie
My lifetime puzzle, two truths and a lie
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
I’m caught in this trap of a clynical depression
Some call it disease but I call it an infection
What if you woke up with a cloud above your head?
Your cells are alive but you’re wishing that you’re dead
And you can feel it coming like a train on a track
But your standing on the third rail with no looking back
There’s no Christian Bale to save you, in some high tech masquerade
This is real life, you’re the hero , no such thing as “ foreign aid”
So you sit down on the track and you take out a book
Just sit and relax , both ways don’t even get a look
Just waiting for the first hit, there is no sliver of hope
“In this corner weighing in at….!”, here comes the rope a dope
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 5:21 PM UTC
This song is like my side chick
With a beat that is mad thick
And a melody like magic
Feelin so high, I’m dope sick
A three in one, a hat trick
So you better watch your ****
And listen to the clock tick
Cuz she’s taken watch your back
A Liam Neeson sneak attack
Its just me and her alone
Don’t get this **** over blown
Not Iraq, no battle zone
This thing is a party, but its also a date
Got one thing on my mind and it’s already late.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC