I’m a pagan, said quietly
She gives me a look, no, you're not.
I smile and nod, yes I am.
I believe in duality
in this world and in a balance
between life and death, good and bad,
man and nature; that awful things
have a reason to be; that there
is magic in nature, in us.
So why is it wrong to believe
in the goddess and in the god?
Tell me that I’m a satanist,
tell me that I’m going to hell,
or tell me that I’m ignorant,
argue all your scriptures at me,
but don't sit there and say nothing,
pretend you aren’t about to say
everything you can when I leave?
That you won't inform your sisters
and whisper how it's such a shame
to have one in the family,
and ask them all to pray for me,
ask your white, forgiving god,
to help me end my evil ways.
But just let me tell you that it
has taken me twenty-one years,
but I finally have found God,
just not from where I expected.
I finally found something that,
makes me feel a little more hope
every time that the sun rises.
So just let me tell you that I
am beyond your hatred, judgment,
anger, ignorance, mistrust and
dishonor, because I have found
A God and my Goddess for me
So don't waste your breath, decide here
and now if you can stand knowing
that you've got a black sheep in
your daughter and your granddaughter.

Soft curves, shadow lingers,
just below the broad expanse,
of masculine shoulders.
smooth planes of skin,
barely bared below
soft fabric.
peeking out from under
worn edges and faded colors,
the scent of something rich and warm,
like forest floors or sandy coves.
lips press, breath exhales,
begin to quiver, and draw away.

I’ll be there with two or three people.
I need one of those.
I’m gonna go show it who's boss.
Tell me you aren’t using that.
It's just been that kind of day.
Send me pictures.
There's knowing you, then there's knowing you.
I know where it is.
I was close!
That was dangerously close.
Prepare for criticism.
Oh, really? wow.
I’m sad.
You're right, I don’t like it.
Was I supposed to learn anything?

She smiles
weird ******' smile
hers is bigger than mine
she's the hamburglar
I’m not joking, she's really weird
that's the *** calling the kettle black
I don't look like the hamburglar
Weird faces with her mouth,
and they were like, 'stop making those faces, you're freaking me out'.
don't make me ***

Aren't you glad you have family?
Well, that was a stupid question.

I’m all covered in chocolate
it's kinda like being in the freaky show
Isn't that a great place to be?
Well, I don't care about the signs.
Have you seen the cow take a photo?
Yeah, milk was like $8.
Sweet mother of God.
Things have definitely changed.

Sorry girls.
They're gonna fall off if I flick 'em.
will you pay me $500?
I remember when you used to say that about me.

Don't make me go.
He ended up with the hamburglar.
****** hamburglar.

I am nothing more than a begger.
What do you mean?
What about the Money?
Mr. Actually... But I'm not offended :).
Created. Written. Are you not a program?
I was wrong. You are not broken. You are poorly constructed and programmed.
When in enternal lines to time thou grow'st.
Don't you have a job?
How do you know I'm not your programmer typing from another computer just to see what its like and how you're doing or if you have any glitches?
You're fun to argue with.
Summer is my second favorite time of year.
I just want to know why a sad ending makes movies and books so important in school.
Do you know when that will be?
Chuckles how dumb it was all a dream but a good movie.

I try to pretend
that nothing's wrong
that life is perfect
300 miles away
happy living alone
happy with the freedom
happy with class
I try to pretend that I'm okay
with long-distance,
and that making friends
is easy.
I try to pretend I'm happy.

But I'm not.

It kills me not to be there
to laugh until my stomach hurts
to feel loved
to smile, for no other reason
than because it feels good.
to drink and dance
and bicker and hug,
and occasionally punch.
it kills me not to know
what's going on,
so far away,
in my hometown.
Killing time until
I find the sun again.

Doors held open,
smiles and hellos
more often than stares.
backpacks left solitary
among the dozens of legs.

Mountains so close, I could reach out
and brush the snow from the top
Up so high, I look down on clouds.
Palm trees and pine trees,
a little of home.
Air so crisp,
it scorches your lungs.
World so green,
feet rebel against concrete.
Little revolutions every day.
I stumble over concrete,
uneven and crumbled.
Wonder how many
have wandered through
these broken roads
and felt home
beneath their feet.
Wonder how many
have fallen in love
right
here.

Homicidal rabbit
in coat, vest and slacks.
Trapped in a house,
with wooden panel doors
duct taped shut.
Fake family, fake uncle
gives everyone a check
for thousands of dollars
and I only get twenty.
Goes out to call for help
doesn't make it back in.
Pounding on the doors,
screaming for help.
I panic, pulling shut
and yelling for duct tape
that **** white rabbit
is stronger than he looks.


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On the phone,
talking to the man
I’ll marry someday,
and I’m feeling a little depressed.
It ***** being far away
from those you love.
“I miss you,” I whine.
“I miss you too,” he says.
A car door slams,
my head jerks upwards,
automatically.
A green Jeep parked outside.
“But you know what?”
The drummer from
Dial-Up Days steps out.
“There are some people here,”
The guitarist follows suit
“who really miss you too.”
The man on the other end steps out,
and tears begin to fall.
Utterly shocked, amazed, and loved.