If good things come to those who wait,
You're welcome.
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
I had forgotten how good it felt to drive with the windows down until you flew past me.
Something free in the way your hair danced around your face, with your passenger's face in the wind, and your red truck - like glass wasn't installed.
I will never know you or see you again to thank you for letting your boxer ride shotgun instead of in his crate on the back, but I'm grateful that people like you exist.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
My thoughts are being served to me like breakfast
Scrambled
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 11:01 AM UTC
I don't know how to tell him
I'm happier alone
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 3:47 PM UTC
We are all closets.
Some of us keep our doors closed
Some of us leave our light on
Some people store things in us
Some people hide in us
And some of us walk around
With little Narnias inside that
Other people yearn to escape to
But we're afraid to search for them
Because we don't want to find a monster
Sep 1, 2012
Sep 1, 2012 at 9:51 PM UTC
I feel like my inability to tie shoes in Kindergarten was symbolic
Because that was the year I learned to cut strings
Rather than to knot them into something elegant
And now I wish I had been taught with all of the other children
Because if I had
Maybe I would have known
Better
Than to take the red string
That kept him tied to me
And cut it
If I had
Maybe instead
I would have known
How to tie us
Into
Something
Beautiful
But I didn't
And I couldn't
And now I'm completely
Consumed
In my repulsion
For having
Done it
All
Intentionally
But at the time
It seemed so rational
Because the string was cutting off my circulation
Because I felt trapped
And claustrophobic
And tied down
Because when I was five
I was too busy playing with balloons
Rather than learning how to tie my shoes
And because
When I let go of my balloon at that festival
After I had finished crying
And once it had disappeared behind the clouds
I concluded that strings are meant to be cut
Because when you hold onto them
You disable flight
(I wanted to fly)
But I was only five
And my theory didn't account for
anything that wasn't lighter than air
And I'm heavy hearted
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 12:33 PM UTC
I before e except after c
But I wanted to be
Next to you
May 17, 2012
May 17, 2012 at 10:47 PM UTC
They stopped coming over
When we stopped answering the door
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 10:49 AM UTC
There is a kid who sits behind me in third period
His name is Blake
Blake who matches brown with black
Blake that carries ballpoint pens
And Blake that chews on the ends
I know because borrow them
I never have pens
I never carry anything permanent
Blake has a voice that never changes pitches
But his voice never speaks less than the truth
The truth
I'd ask to borrow that too
But it's silly to ask for something you can't possibly obtain
---
Today Blake pulled out a pen
And wrote out the word Depression
I turned around and looked at it
"Maybe I'm depressed"
He replied with silence
I swallowed the idea
"No, I laugh too much to be depressed"
I turned to face forward again
Later, he tapped me on the shoulder
And he handed me the truth
Inscribed on a small piece of paper
"The most depressed people appear to be the happiest"
I laughed
Jan 28, 2012
Jan 28, 2012 at 1:34 PM UTC
I once met a boy on the school bus I used to ride
I find it ironic that I was walking down the aisle
When I saw him
---
He had a girlfriend and charisma
I had a heart and innocence
In one weekend he took both of them
---
That Saturday I snuck out to see him
Alcohol had him intoxicated
Infatuation had me
---
A single cloud hung in the sky
An entire galaxy composed of water droplets
He pointed at it *"If I wasn't so wasted,
I'd swear that's the Milky Way"*
"We're standing on the Milky Way"
---
"I want to kiss you right now"
"You don't even know me"
"What don't I know"
Everything "Name a hobby of mine"
"Writing"
Lucky guess
"My favorite actor"
"Ashton Kutcher"
I shook my head
"Leonardo Dicaprio" then "Patrick Dempsey" then "Ryan Gosling"
"He was"
"Past tense - Who is"
"You are"
"What role have I played"
"A role in my life"
He laughed then insisted that he wasn't playing anything
He promised me that he wasn't acting
---
"You won't even remember this in the morning"
"If I do"
"If you do, tell me-"
"Last night we were standing on the Milky Way"
"Yeah tell me that"
---
"Last night we were standing on the Milky Way"
He laughed when I tilted my head
"You remembered"
"Everything"
I folded those words and put them in my pocket
He folded my heart and placed it in his
---
But his promises were
Shorter than my nails.
(When I bit them)
And that evening, his mother found
My heart in their washing machine
A victim to the rinse cycle
---
He deserves an Oscar.
Jan 26, 2012
Jan 26, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC