I want to get you a gift
for Christmas
because
I want you to know that you're special to me.
And it really is that simple -
but I don't know what to get you
The age-old dilemma
something cute?
sleepover giggles/and the thrill of late night games/when your friend doesn't want to watch your horror movie/and you end up watching Disney/is when you know that your friends/remind you of the frogs you caught with your/cousins at the creek/faile
i once lived in a city so large
the people you see one day-
you may never see again.
when i was thirteen i held a wrapper in my hand
covered in red white and blue lettering
a tribute to the land you once loved dearly
What inherent flaw?
what celestial wrong?
missing ingredient?
failed experiment?
am I?
how am I so unlovable,
that no one comes to hold,
my sorry hand?
You are fragile like a wine glass,
when you fall to the floor and shatter into a million pieces,
people will still walk on you,
they will cut their feet and blame you for it,
and although my feet are bleeding,
It's hard
to put yourself out there,
bear, exposed;
it's scary to take off your coat,
remove the mat,
and hang on limb over the edge of a cliff,
Will I fall?
Will the branch break?
the winter makes me so happy
the snow hanging in the trees
the cold biting at you
i love it
I will be someday,
gone,
that is.
When I am,
I hope the pine needles still grow thick
covered thick
with snow.
Writing for me is like a river of words flowing out of me.
Sometimes raging other times calm and slow.
Other times it is as if the otters living in the river have built a dam.
Blocking the flow,
My muscles are tensing.
I need to move,
I need to leave this place.
My life is mundane.
My life is slow-paced.
I need something to happen.
My hands are shaking.
I need to scratch,
I've never been a fan of Four-Letter Words,
never seen the need for profanity,
and thought swears showed a lack of self control,
Now, I haven't changed my mind
but four-letter words are more than curses,