#meets
How can you write a book about a week
It starts with being nervous
You spend 6 hours, time flies
And leave it wanting more and weak at the knees
Then you promise to meet the next day
He surprises you with his words
And danishes at breakfast
Think he feels the same
You meet day after day trying to communicate
Listening to the songs
& Trying to sort- what’s on the table and what’s off
Trying to feel the softness
Trying to figure
There are no triggers
You feel happy, part in a fairytale
The noise drowns around you
The glances
The touches
The couches :)
The softness you feel inside
And the butterflies :)
You talk and you talk, over dinner, over coffee
You try to keep it honest and say things that feel like a promise
He comes home, you speak of kisses and sigh
You hug and you say good bye
When he walks away you know you are not alone
You will meet again
You meet again, he sleeps
He walks away again and you don’t weep
You know it in your heart, it is only the start
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 8:27 AM UTC
Can you make a friend— like a craft project?
I know, I hear this parental voice, “just be yourself.”
All of my classes this semester will be in one building, but I’m a control freak, I wanted to walk my schedule, go class to class, like I will on my first day. I have a locker too—this is so high school—but I wanted to find it, try the combination and plan what I’ll carry. I have questions too, like how’s the wi-fi, are there charging outlets, and where can I get coffee?
Orientation is Tuesday—but who can wait until Tuesday? Classes start Wednesday. I’d never sleep this weekend with so many questions. I’m already having dreams where I’m lost, late and embarrassed.
So there I was, this morning, dressed for class with my green messenger bag—doing it—schedule in hand. I went into a small auditorium with cushioned, crimson, theater seating—where my first class will be—and there’s this other girl, dressed for class, schedule in hand.
We were like twins, except she’s tall and black and I’m not. Right off she commanded me, handing me her phone, no preamble, no “How do you do,” to “Take my picture.”
Of course, I obeyed, I’m not from outer space. I burst 50 quick frames, as she slightly varied her pose and she did likewise for me.
Her name is Chella and she graduated from Yale last week too, with a ‘Bachelor of Science in Global Affairs.’ I think I saw her on campus once or twice but our paths had never directly crossed.
“But IS "Global Affairs" a science degree?” I asked skeptically.
“Probably not,” she answered, “but some of us can live with ambiguity.”
Her first direct, commanding phrase limns her personality perfectly.
Yeah, we hit it right off.
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Songs for this:
Cruel To Be Kind by Letters to Cleo
Perfect Day by Povo
Are You Trying to Be Funny? by Everything But the Girl
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 10:24 PM UTC
It burns your bones
Burns your soul
Leaves you cold
But still somehow whole
Lights up your heart
To get rid of the dark
Flames lick your skin
You see the Devil's grin
Turns you inside out
To blacken the outside now
You can see it in your eyes
When the water dries
When your tears start to sting
Know you're tired of crying
It's destiny's date
There is no escape
When fire meets fate.
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 11:32 AM UTC
There’s something majestic about where water meets rains
As body of water seemingly warmer than that of your own
As if the worlds fishbowl had been turned upside-down on a playing card
Where the warm is cold and cold is the air
And all I want to be is in and beneath
The broken, shining surface of this rippling world
Not quiet, not callous, not alone
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 9:16 PM UTC
The world is big. Some of us will never see most of it.
I’m only 15 and I’m not ready for the world.
If I could, I would stay here.
But I don’t think any of are ready. It’s a big place, it’s scary.
But this is our world, we choose what we do with it.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC
This soothing cool night I can't sleep
Because the bliss lingers so deep
As my soul lay in my soft bed
The night so eerie like the dead
There lay in the table untouched
The symbol of pure love and life
Driving me crazy and restless
I will keep the flower to death
Cold lose to warmth, dark lose to light
Morning smile to everyone's sight
My thrill drop dead, I hate Mondays
Goodbye Saturday and Sunday..
Morning air rust my very core
I dislike school more than my chore
School means cage in my young small mind
You're force to do things like a blind
Face the wall, you did something wrong
Always make homework all night long
Composition, projects I'm chained
Every school day is like pain
Cold water knocks me to my sense
Sullenly I move, dull essence
Mom so furious now, I must dash
In seconds, I’ am gone in a flash..
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
I saw shadows dance
Synchronized madness
Bereft of definition
Colors and forces melding
For a moment, the polars met
A very brief eclipse
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
The waves moving in and out like a goddess stroking the sand
The clouds rolling across the sky with ease
The bright sun warming us up for the cold water
The beach is my favorite place
Especially when the red and purple is painted across the sky like a visual lullaby
When the air turns crisp
When sky fades into darkness
And you can see the refection of stars shining off the gentle water ⭐
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
In the vapor of our first breath
we learned how to lie
In the vapor of our last breath
we learned how to die
In the vapor of the 'in between
Earth meets Skye
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
I felt like a little kid
standing on the edge of the diving board for the first time
whenever I thought of you.
I would slowly climb up the ladder,
one step at a time,
everyone watching and waiting to see what I might do.
As I walked down the blue board
feeling the sandy texture on my toes
I would glance down at the blue water
that I was stepping closer and closer to.
I stood at the edge
my toes just hanging over.
I stared down
thinking that the water looked much deeper that it was before
when I was admiring it from the ground.
I wondered if I really wanted to immerse myself
into something so unknown and dangerous.
I closed my eyes
and with one last deep inhale
I would bend my knees and propel myself forward
pinching my nose seconds before the water engulfed
every aspect of my being.
But suddenly I forget how to swim.
The water becomes deeper and deeper
and I feel myself sinking into oblivion.
Down I go,
losing time with every inch I descend.
Watching the sun turn from a bright glowing ball
just beyond my reach,
to nothing at all.
I am screaming for you to save me
but you simply glance down
unwilling to jump in
and pull me out.
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
the ocean between you and me can sometimes feel like a
gleaming apollo. it just doesn't seem real though, the
jellyfish are murderers. here, look through my
kaleidoscope. it feels like
a lesser coming home, if you know what i mean. but
when will you come home? hopefully by the next time i see
a snow flake in her hand. because i promise that
i will break you. and i'll take you. to the
caverns, where in the dark a
dance pianist plays. and on this trip i'll be
leaving the last behind. sit tight, youre not
leaving my waiting room, like in a
silent picture, where in it,
days all seem the same.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC