A short diddy.

I wrote a song for you...
i wrote a song for you,
about the one that got away

it was a happy tune
this little song for you
even though it's topic didn't stay

i don't wish i could turn back
don't want to see how it ends
how it ends

i don't wish i could turn back
don't wanna know
what they said
what they said

i wrote a song for him,
and a few poems too,
the one that never came

it was a lustful tune
this little song for him
all though the feeling didn't stay

my feelings never stay...

[Around the snow...]

O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!

She giggled.

"We're laying on a sunflower pillow

That's good luck."

For W

I would never want to lose you.
I could never stand to lose you.
I won't fail.............
I couldn't take it if it was.
I can't fail.
I'm too afraid of what would happen next.

"I don't wanna play around with words, I just wanna lay with you."
~V

[On cloudy nights]

I wish on those glow-in-the-dark stars.

Wondering if deep down, they could summon up a little plastic magic.
For me.

As well as others.

The kind of girl to dance around "I miss you's," thinking they signaled a tragic end.
Just tiptoeing around the barriers of awkward conversation.
Sometimes I wonder where she's seemed to have gone.

He loves her thoughts.

I always sort of pitied prince charming...

There's always the lurking suspicion that he was hired.

Something is not right with me.

I can believe I am amazing all I want.
I'll think in clouds and ribbons and lines.
My head will be a show.
Filled with feathers, acrobats, fire.
I'll always paint with glass.
The gorgeous translucent conducted to art.

But
the paintings
are as
breakable
as my
very thoughts.
folding
themselves
into
triangles.
how do i
doi
diiioo
believe
now?

Quit the foreplay.

We can make like it's not what you're here for.
We can play like this is just down the road from small talk.
But believe me, it's not going to make anything easier once we've begun.

For she, our botoxed beauty queen.

"There was too much sex,
too much drugs...
and
it
was
the best thing
i ever
saw."

-JD

A Revelation

I was scared to be taken seriously because I had no idea if I was about to say something mindfuckingly brainless.
You never fooled me. I always knew it was my fault.

Cure my wanderlust.

I never suspected

That imitation blueberries would be so tasteless, textureless. And aromatic.
I am lead to believe I was jipped by the alluring scent of large purple funfetti.

Drink milk! And eat carrots! Eat lots of CARROTSSS: The Shortest Recorded Story Of Girl Cooties

He groaned. She giggled and burrowed her face into him.
"I just love everything!" She cried, for bliss was in the air.
"That's funny... I was feeling the exact opposite."
But only with a smile pressed upon his face.

He had been.
Infected.

Nostalgia...But not really.

"I will not be reduced to a bucket of mush!"
She told herself, in what seemed like eons ago.

Oh well,
I tilt back my eyes and smile.
And it seems as if I already have.

The reason I don't keep dates anymore.

"Every day brings a new memory of something we did a year ago.

A parade of unhappy anniversaries."

-Stargirl

I am aware. She told the moon to tell the stars.

One of those things you just know. One of those things I just know.
I will kiss him someday.
Honestly, I can't picture ending without it.
A condescending end to our even more condescending beginning.
And who knows, there is a perhaps...
...that I might like it.

My thoughts wander like Silk, and yours like Lions.

In the dark we will take off our clothes

They'lL be placing fingers through the nOtches in your spine

And when all is breaking eVerything that you could keep inside

Now your eyEs ain't moving now

They just lay there in their cloUds.

-NMH

It's on yours all the time. I had almost forgotten.

Oh, how I just Love the Smell of

Clean
Raw
Skin

The Rosetta Stone Forgot Something.

All these languages, this communication, could it be some kind of barrier?
It could be limiting us from having all these incredible abstract thoughts and ideas. It's like we've shut ourselves in another dimension, and there's no going back, for better or worse. Because now, we can't imagine anything without words. There has to be some sort of verbal translation for everything.
I wonder what prehistoric people thought in.

A Late Night Write & Noone Will Read It.

I am aware.
So strangely, and painfully aware

of how much you love.
And the measure of
which I love,
in return.
This aware startles me.

For the numbered statistic...
although I am unable to view it,

is so very lovely, and lovingly high.

YES.

"She looked at her own reflection and saw the round, black pupils and dark, generous lashes of a girl whose mind was full of deliciously wrong thoughts."

-The Luxe

C-c-c-crazzzyyyyy

oh i've done it.

i've mailed the mailmen.

Late night scrawlings that may have had some deep meaning...

Or maybe not.

When plan A got nothing, plan B had to be kittens. Oh the darlings.
Put on your little helmets, off to war with you now.

"My beloved monster and me, we go everywhere together wearing a raincoat that has four sleeves."
-E

Imagination.

I have listened to the rain, so many times before.
Not like now, now has a cricket.
The cricket loves his song.
His name is Isaac.

NothingReals&SomethingOlds

"No time is ever enough time,"
he says.

"Perhaps..." She began, her lips parting to let out a harmless sigh
"I do like having you in my mind." She breathes
then inhales the stale morning dew
clutching to the grass,

just a,
a little too early.

And a little too late.

I Hope So.

You once came to my house, and you and I shared a box of raw spaghetti. The habit seems to have stuck.
Maybe I have a little piece of everyone in the things I do.

terrible

i hate cloudy days.
for those are the days
i don't exist.
i am not relevant.

cause i have no shadow.

Uh huh.

"...I want to run my hands over your soft body, taste your amazingly delicious mouth, and lay next to your warm being..."

Etc, etc, etc...

Boy,

I love the way you talk.

L-

There is a space,
where I count up all of the times I've thought about how amazing you are.
As there is another,
where I realize all this counting hurts.
Both spaces are filling.

And,
like a lover,
you couldn't possibly believe me.

-y.

For Y

I don't know if you know it, but I did hear you.
And I wonder if there are others like us, as we harmonize with the buzz of a vacuum.

I wonder if they know too.

All those silly promises that you make when your in love, knowing you can't keep them.

Tragedy.

Jack be nimble.
Jack be quick.
Jack jumped over the candlestick.
But he missed,

Dieing in wax.

Her again.

She stares at the window.

Watching the rain.
It falls.
It falls.
Learning to write with periods,
she's trying.
Learning to make more sense,
she's thinking.
She wonders.
How many daffodils can fit in your head?
How many buttercups can show the sun?
and dear,
why am I thinking of flowers?
She screams to herself.
Or utters.

And in truth,
she never really was so sure.

What would you call...

...the difference between

true love
and
love?

Would it be an

impurity,
sin,
damnation,

if love proved unpure?

And dear,
what is,
pure?

Untarnished,
unblemished,
white?

vs.

tarnished,
blemished,
and
black?

and pray tell,
what measures,
love?

to be false,
fake,
a joke.

vs.

real,
sincere,
and secure.

and really,
when you think about it,

what proves right or wrong?

It was her canvas of sorts. And the only thing she couldn't create was honest company.

She'll sit at the end of the world with a no-one and two nothings: one in either direction. The difference between the nothings being, that the nothing in front of her is a nothing full of potential. Just like she is. The nothing behind her however, is dead, dying, closing, closed. Her laughter will ring out into it all, and the existing world will explode around her feet. With everything gone, the nothings will become one big blank playing fielf for her empty sheltered thoughts. And she will flawlessly sculpt her potential deep into it, but with no satisfaction, because she's the only one watching.
There was never a point. But oh, the joys.

love.

"And you will love your crooked neighbor,
with all your crooked heart."

-a. y.

I had the strangest fear today.

I was afraid that all those heavy clouds creeping over me were about to fall and crush everything I ever loved.
Then the sun peeked around them and said.... I don't know what it said.

But it was nice.

To Whatever His Name Was

"If I could, I'd go back to all the moments I wanted to kiss you...

And I'd kiss you."

-Unknown

Me.

She likes the smell of stale air.
It reminds her of herself.

She likes the look of periods.
And cut short,
little,
sentences.
The long ones bask out for muchtoomanyforevers,
and then,
then,
then...

Although it's not expected,
she can't but help
to find her self
writing,
scribbling,
plotting,
these muchtoomanyforevers.
All filled with ridiculous commas.
Commas.
Another thing she hates.

Perhaps she writes long, so that she,
can cast herself in their own lengthy shadows.
So that she can become important.

She likes the look of mirrors.
They remind her of herself.

if everyone
that loves
and lives

dies alone

then please
tell me where
i'm supposed

to die?

In case of rain

I like to open windows wide.
Tell the world, "Come, cry in my house, on my shoulder! I'll bask in your sorrow, and when we're ready, the sun will be so much brighter than ever before!"

I Love To Play Pretend (In Reverse)

It's getting easier

To convince myself

That nothing

In the last 10 months

Ever happened.

And honestly,

I don't know why I like it so much.

Logic

you can be a cloud

and fight and fight


but in the end



every cloud




always cries.

(Time cannot be measured.)

Watch the clock.



Soon,



it will hurt.

A secret:

Twice,

I've loved.

Once,

I've been loved.

Let me tell you

.




NOTHING

IS REALLY

EMPTY

Height and Restraint...

I am thankful for being short. It allows me to hide amongst rows of shirts and shoes as the terrifying stalkerish store attendants (is that what you call them?) attempt to give me very unwanted help. In Zumies, that is. Not that I needed to hide, I'm over that. Though I did find myself restraining from slipping a package of silly putty, and struggling to move my feet towards checkout on multiple occasions, I did it.

Open up

I wonder,
What
Is the importance
Of forming
Words
Into

t
h
i
n

Columns?



I______Like______To______Leave______Things______Open.

Becoming Android.

Wires wandered through her veins
Her hair turned into golden chains.
And her skin was platinum silver,
No one thought it would'a killed her.

When in doubt... mumble.

And when mumbling fails, contain your screams.
Residing in your mind, you know they'll be fine. It's a good place for them.

It's Alive

I'm beginning to see faces in all the wrong places...

Love Makes Them Cold

Her: One day I'm going to freeze to death from missing you too much.
.
He: No.
One day I'm going to be with you all the time.
And you will never be cold
.
Her: :)
...How far away is that?

Turning to a blank page...

She began to write in only third person.
She'd never have to accept herself now.

For A

You can't try to fit in. You just have to find a place where you fit.

Unless your made of clay.
(Your not.)

Everything is Best a Secret.

And one day, I will become self-confident and show to the world the beauties I plan to create.
And by the time I think they're beautiful, who knows how many years we'll have wasted.