I like to play
with bugs
all day
and wear my jeans
to the point where
they begin to fray
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 8:22 PM UTC
you told me
not to move a muscle,
to wait for you
while you were away,
but how could i
possibly
when my heart
must beat to survive?
it was then
that i realized:
even it
had stopped.
for you
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
You make me want to scream
to know that you can't
possibly be
in love with me
Warmth spreads all
throughout me
Your whole body
screams electricity
And even though
I manage to not flinch,
My heart
d
r
o
p
s
an inch
And it pains me
to know
we will only remain
friends
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
"*Write about the most courageous
thing you have done and how it
relates to the novel*"
She said,
But after hours of
pondering
He couldn't think of anything
Brave he had ever done
And, by the time the deadline
was approaching
All of his memories were
swirling around his mind in a
big blur of brown confusion
And not a single one of them
an act of bravery
But, finally, amidst the chaos
he managed to write
three words.
three words that made up
the entirety of his essay
And those words were:
This is bravery.
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
I'd like to
think
that we all have
that spark,
that something
that makes us special
And, that in the
right conditions,
can start a fire
with flames that can n e v e r be put out
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
She reminds me of an emerald hue
of Gorgeous, deep-sea, ocean blue
And royal, byzantium purple, too
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:53 PM UTC