.:all the time:.we have all the time in the world to do itall the time in the world to act stupid and laugh loud and eat cheap sushi outside of starbucksand meet up awkwardlyand make sexual inneundos at each otherand sing stupid songs and tell stupid stories and never feel like theyre stupid, never time wastedand slap asses and try on stilettosand feel so, so warm insideand put on makeup and lip synch and bitch and be fabulous and everythingand joke about people and gossip and derpesall in a cute box tied up with brown paper and twine...because the pretty contents don't need to be in a pretty package...
HD - Morning InventorySo, I guess I'm kind of sort of in love with you.It's weird how that happens, when you don't look for it and don't expect it. Then it like, sneaks up on you and follows you, like a fucking ninja or something.But yeah, a weird thing happened this morning that I think I should tell you. It's kinda your fault anyway.So when I woke up, I stretched, and yawned, ya know, all the basic stuff people do when they wake up. And then I did my quick inventory of myself. A guy like me with God knows what kind of lifestyle needs to be aware that he has both hands and kidneys every day.So I counted, ten toes, ten fingers, two hands, two feet, both kidneys, I assume. No scars, at least none I can't remember. I didn't wake up in a dingy apartment (no dingier than mine at least) in a tub full of ice so I guess I'm good.Happy with that, I scratched my chest, and then I thought 'where the fuck is my heart?' I could've sworn I went to bed with it, where did I leave it?Then I remembered, I left it at y
rememberand it was colored with freedomshades and tints and tones of yellows and reds and bluesturned upside down and inside outand dangerously liking the new perspectivethe world is falling all around himand all he wantsis to forgetand remember.
under the table and dreamingand its kind of like pridesitting slack-jawed and wide-eyedglittering admiration at youand all you've done and all you've said(and lived and breathed life into)and i hide awaybinoculars in handunder the tabledreaming( i want to be like you )
TM - so niceAnd he looks out across the dinner table, littered with guns and money and lit candles in elegant candelabras, and he marvels in the smiling faces of this, his family.For a second, he thinks he sees their pain, burning in their eyes. Tales of shattered households and children of circumstance. Lost parents, betrayals, empty windows......things that hurt to even know they exist. He thinks about them. About his own tragedies. He remembers the bloodshed. The sounds of shells hitting the marble tiles. The screams echoing throughout a wide and lifeless house.He remembers the silence.Tears begin to cloud his brown eyes, because oh god it hurts to still be alive.He can't remember the last time he cried so much.He thinks it was in the rain, the tears were too cold and too much to all be his.His scar burns as a warm tear traces it down his face.He can't remember what it's like to be alone because it's a feeling he had never forgotte
better...it's candy-colored neon lightsit's your favorite bubble gumit's flowers opening andit's heartstrings tying unbreakable knotsit's a thousand things clicking into placeand you honestly have to sayit's better this way...... i never needed words......they just help the feeling...
HD - wonderI wonder why I love you sometimes.The thought always hits me in the quiet moments, you know, the ones in between talking and making out, and you yelling at me not to embarrass you in front of everyone. Those moments.I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but I could do better.(no, never. there's nothing better than you)You're kind of bland and boring-looking.(and beautiful and amazing and everything I've ever wanted)Kind of a dime-a-dozen, really...(how are you even real? people like you only exist in fairy tales)So, why do I need you all of a sudden? Wasn't I doing fine before you?(I was living to meet you)Why do I look forward to talking to you, to seeing you? Why do I worry when you don't respond to my texts fast enough? Lord knows I don't care when other people ignore the beeps...(I didn't know there were so many ways you can say "fuck" and feel bad)Maybe it's the way you worry about me; the anxious voice messages when I sleep through
OC - Heels.Heels.She wears them.Size 9 1/2, 3-and-a-half inch heel, knee-high boots.She likes them because they make her taller.She likes them because they make her legs look longer.She likes them because she kicks ass in them.She likes them because they keep her away from Hell.She likes them because they get her just a little closer to Heaven.And that's something she lost a long time ago.
Subtle BlameIn forty years the floor boards will be rotten.This morning a garbage truck stopped at the house, buttheir services haven't been required in several weeks.A pill bottle sat in the corner of the bathroom.Nobody knew that there was a spider inside of it.
This Is HomeHearts connected with silk strings,Nights spent with laughter, smiles,Along with miles of silly things.Minds molded with a careful hand,Thoughts and feelings aligned,While together well forever stand.Souls bonded with time,Keep moving forward,And well all turn out fine.Futures tied with a hint of fate,Time for our happy ending,Hope you wont be late.
DriftingI want to float on a cloud. To let gentle, caressing breezes push me along.To let my fingers hang over the edge and skim over the bright blue.I want to settle into a cumulus. To tilt my head back to the sun and close my eyes.To let it warm my cheeks, to warm my heart.I want to drift into the horizon. To soar above my problems.To be where you are.I want you to join me. I want us to fly, freely, like two wandering souls.(Never lost. Together, we'll always know where we are.)
.:Recess:.Her name is Destiny. That's such a strange name, I think. She's tan, and looks kinda like she'd snap like a twig. Her hair is bunched in pig tails with those little circus animal berets. Her mom does her hair. She's told me. Destiny's not that pretty; but I won't say that. If you don't have something nice to say, don't say it at all. She's nice, I guess. Maybe we could be friends...They were mean to her, today. I saw it, in the bathroom. Michelle was calling her names; really ugly names. Like ugly. But Michelle isn't pretty either. I don't understand why she'd do that. Why can't you keep all the mean things to yourself? I watched. Destiny looked like she wanted to cry. The other girls laughed. They laughed, and laughed, like it was funny. I didn't think it was funny. I didn't laugh. But I didn't stop Michelle. She's bigger than me. So I left.I can't wait for recess. I love recess. I hope I beat Ariel to the swings today. She always gets the one that doesn't creak. I hate that creaky
antsYou think too small of us, little person.Carrying loads far too big and far too heavy.Like a mountain on an ant.But you know, don't you?Ants live in families too.