I am an old person,
I get told so daily.
I don't think I am old.
I mean, come on
I'm not quite 19 yet.
I put on floral dresses,
and comfy sweaters of sorts.
I have short curly hair...
No, it can't be.
I'm not an old lady.
Well, I mean...
I do know a lot,
AND I MEAN A LOT
about the 1940s...
No no.
Wait, I have been sewing,
and knitting,
and crafting,
since I was 4 years old...
But that doesn't mean anything...
RIGHT?
Ok, here's one,
I have been a fan
Of Julie Andrews for
well my whole life,
and she's only like
78.....
But The Sound of Music is a classic..
Yeah!
Oh, and cat's are in now right?
Yeah Cats are for young people!
And crazy old cat ladies....
Nope I refuse to admit it!
I'm not an old lady...
Not an old lady indeed.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
Home,
What an interesting concept.
Something I am yet to find.
Conversations in my life
seem to stem from this subject.
A weakness in my eyes
and a strength in others'.
Home is something I never had.
A pity party could begin now,
but I'm much too old for those.
My life is said to begin
some time around now?
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
I have secrets worth telling, secrets worth shouting,
and secrets that wrap around the back of my mind.
I'm hoping they'll be silent, but they'll come back again.
These secrets surfaced again today,
filling my eyes with sorrow so noticeable
that I couldn't bear to look at you
with fear you'd know exactly what they were.
Unable to hide them much longer,
I told you what they were.
With high hopes that you'd love me still
after hearing those few words.
You told me to tell some others,
and that just can not do.
I felt an obligation to tell only you.
These words can not be heard by others,
for the results are far too grim.
I can't stand the thought of my family
ripping themselves limb from limb.
This is no exaggeration, sir, tell no one.
I can't live with these awful truths.
But I'm glad I'm not the only one
given such awful news.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
You see, I try.
I try to be a good person,
"do unto others..." etc.
But it seems, the world doesn't like me.
I spend every moment
with good intent at heart,
but things come back and
bite me in the *** eventually...
I've gone the wrong direction,
taken the wrong turn at Albuquerque
a few too many times.
I thought my life would be different, that's all.
So, no matter what I do,
I hate myself, in the end.
I spend my time regretting
all the things I've done.
**** it all!" I say to myself,
but at the corner of ****** and happiness,
I tend to make the same decision...
and the cycle begins again.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
I took a picture of the moon,
with special thoughts of you.
On that special day,
The moon , that is, was blue.
I looked up at the moon today,
and happened to think of you.
It seems this rock had turned
a special type of hue.
The moon was there to remind me
of all the things we said.
It breaks my heart to write this;
I'd rather not cry instead.
Today you said your goodbyes,
as it has to be,
but I hope someday you glance at the moon,
and spare a thought for me.
The moon is there to remind us
of all the things we say,
it's always there a'listening
and it's always there to stay.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
I'm a happy person,
generally,
but I do have these days....
I listen to sad songs,
fill my mind with sad thoughts,
and for a second, I understand
the person I was 6 months ago.
I succlude myself from people,
even when I know I shouldn't.
It gives me time to think
and appreciate who I am now.
It's tough having these days,
and no one really gets it.
It's hard for me too,
but I guess I don't count today.
I still love you,
even if I want to cry today,
even if I want to hide today,
but I'm still yours either way.
I don't really know why
I'm writing this...
Perhaps it's so that I
remember these days when
I don't need to have them anymore.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 7:19 PM UTC
Have you ever heard a song
that takes you places
nothing else can?
A song that brings back memories,
and people,
and a love that seems familiar
but belongs to a person you once were.
Have you ever heard a song
over 5000 times?
I have.
I do it to remember
who we were
when you weren't sick.
When we were happy.
I do it to remember that
at some point
things have to go back.
Things will get better,
and I say it every day,
because we can't forget.
I listen to remember.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 11:24 PM UTC
Silly, naive, Victoria
spends her time on people
who use her for
her money,
as well as her kindness too.
She keeps her "friends" close
because she remembers
how it felt to
not have any at all.
Her heart slowly shrinks
its size quite disappointing now.
I saw her cry today
and I found no recognition.
She has changed.
Her heart grew.
She hurt today,
what a waste of mascara.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
Today, I wore your cardigan.
It smelled like memories
and cuddles.
It smelled like happiness
and love.
I wrapped my arms around myself
and remembered how it felt
the first time that you kissed me.
The most amazing kiss.
You left my apartment 5 minutes
before I slipped it on.
It was chilly you see,
and I needed the warmth you provide.
You smell wonderful,
strangely enough to say...
I don't understand it either.
It must be pheromones or something.
I've loved you for three years now.
I don't want that to change.
Your scent lingers in my brain
attached to some sense of belonging.
I don't know what the point of this was,
but I guess all I can say
is that I love you,
and I want you to stay.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
We were good friends once,
you and I .
Remember? All those
good times we had...
I looked you up today,
and I hurt for you.
Part of me wanted to go back
and save the parts you lost.
I can't help you anymore.
You ache and I plead.
Just get better, okay?
I can't stand feeling guilty.
You wished death upon me,
but I saw you wither away instead.
Eat, darling, and remember those
midnight coffee runs.
Take a trip to Starbucks,
I know your order still...
Just order my old usual,
and grace your lips with food.
You've destroyed the girl I
had once known well.
It's okay, just get better,
because I can't stand to see you ill.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC