Four score and seventy one years ago,
fifty thousand men, in blue and gray
divided, became one, in red united
to consecrate the ground where we
now stand.  From the Shenandoah
Valley, and the Potomac banks they
marched, and fell at Cemetery Hill,
Little Round Top, and Devil's Den.

But on this day, they rise to give
meaning to their sacrifice; they leave
behind their sabers and their musket
rifles, their cannon silent, their battle
done; they rise in peace at Gettysburg,
they rise at dawn with the morning sun.

i have this one friend
that wishes she was beautiful,
that wishes she was skinny,
that wishes she was funny.
she always wants to be her or her or her
and i just want to shake her shoulders and scream
that i'd much rather her be herself.
because it's the best her their is.
- a.c

you said
that
i won't spend
my forever
with you
but
if i knew that
i will be
spending
my forever
missing you
every moment
i might have
reconsidered
before
letting you go
away from me

Night
is over
and the sun
bullies me awake
as it rises.

I close my eyes,
turn my face
away from the window
and sleep through the afternoon
‘til I’m bored by my dreams.

i'm waiting for my fingers to forget how they felt laced with yours, and my palms to forget the warmth of you against them.