Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Winter is hard for me. I dread every hint of it approaching and hide.
All I want is to hug my dad, snuggle my puppy, and have my mom feed me her soup.
Universe, please be gentle, and kind, and loving to me right now.
I feel very alone

Monday, September 12, 2011

is this

the past's last haunting round
the end of a time spent hunting down
falling in shivers and picking out slivers
listening echoes leave softening sounds

life as a miracle stands by the door
awakened mistake barely moves on the floor
jumps at the sound of the last haunting round
the last taste of it and it will not have more

Wednesday, September 07, 2011

my heart is still 12 years old

when it breaks
it still thinks
it's the end
of the world
everything around it 
just fades into the background
and doesn't even matter
it's hard
to be 32
with a 12 year old heart