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I dreamt that
I
t o r e
all the flowers down and
p u n c h e d
the waves until they
s h a t t e r e d
like icy glass and I
c h a s e d
the grassy road till its end
s t o m p i n g
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Ticket
"Having a career isn't all that there is in life."
You think I don't know that?
I know it isn't.
But I also know
That this is my ticket into the real world
And I'm not going to blow it
For silly parties
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The way
The way we can laugh
The way we're so at ease
The way I can't stop looking at you
The way I can feel you
Next to me
Like I'd be happy wherever I can have this
The way we can grab each other's hands
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The Dark
I'm not scared of the dark
I don't trust it
I don't trust what it could reveal
I'm not scared of the dark
I'm scared of my mind
I'm scared of the games my brain plays
I'm not scared of the dark
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always
severus snape knew what always meant
he knew the weight of it
he understood it
"after all this time?"
"always."
always
something so powerful
with such weight
so profound
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Love
I love
Snowy stage band mornings
Dark and cold
Blowing in the door with some random trumpet player
Our conductor's coffee
Wet I-just-showered hair
Bedhead, the age-old oops-forgot-my-folder
Loves
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Body
Body
My body
the one I don't really like anymore
maybe I use to like her
when I was younger and no one really cared
if you had stomach fat or things that jiggled or a flat nose
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Mediocre and gray
Mediocre
boring
bland
drawn-out
not over yet
a story with an unfinished ending
an experience so mediocre its bad
a full life dotted with holes
gaps in my well-being
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Bus Thoughts: Next Stop, Misery
My salvation
The song.
Not supposed to at school
I do it anyway
How else can I think?
Not straight.
Walking on board
Dreading the chatter
Nonstop noise
Chaos
Hate it hate it hate it.
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studying the stars
You're chasing after me again,
Like I'm a shooting star and I can hear your footsteps
before I see your face pasted
with grins and smiles, I don't understand.
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Let's Get Vulnerable About a Boy
I want you to kiss me until my lips bruise and pucker and purple and all I can taste is the inside of your mouth.
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Continuing forward
It holds me
keeps me at the right temperature as long as it's between 50-70 degrees outside.
It embraces me
I can be myself in it
I don't have to hide as much