minutes shy of eleven,
the sharp blur of too many streetlights
aiding the throb of caffeine
we lay in the road under a starless sky
and flirted with death
for the sake of adrenaline
cold, wind burning my lungs
long route back, avoiding trouble
but my smiles were real
and so were you
and then he looked at me
“you make me feel like i could win the lottery
with a parking ticket.”
the security cameras
at the station
have it on record
I’m always compelled to help
And give more than I can take
I care for the bullied and beaten
Yet called a weak "Snowflake"
The fact that I care so much
A trait I could never forsake
So demonize and criticize me
And call me a gorgeous "Snowflake"
By: Bill MacEachern
I fell in love
And caught myself
When you didn't
Just stood right back up
And brushed it off
Like a trip
A slip of the foot
I walk now
With a limp
But at least I didn't become a *******
you wake up
his hair is spilled across the pillow,
the sun slants across his cheekbone
and his breath is slow and even.
he smells like an open field
and his body is wrapped around yours
so he keeps you warm.
there is no moment better than this,
that he is too perfect to exist.
but you wake up gasping,
skin soaked in sweat.
you lie there for a long time,
in your completely empty bed.
Someone asked me to describe home,
And i let my thoughts roam,
It had a really nice view,
because i was describing you.
They must’ve expected wallpaper and a violin,
But they got freckles and tanned skin,
They said no what about the light,
I said its more about the sight.
I won’t stop talking about your new perfume,
I get stopped and asked about my room,
I realized they wanted me to describe a window frame,
But the first thing on my tongue was your name.