funny how one little message can turn your day around whenever I'm feeling down as soon as I hear from you I'm found I feel loved and interesting and funny and worthy of you
I think too much about how I miss you how I wish I'd been braver wish I'd told you just how much you mean to me about how I wanted to be more than friends now everything's gone but old conversations and the picture on my desk I just want things back the way they … Continue reading Overflowing
This is a loneliness I impose upon myself I joke about it Treat it like a friend It's become a part of who I am And I cling to it It protects me From the things that people bring I can't be hurt by people When people are so far away I can't be cared … Continue reading Lonely
It's days like this I wish I believed in god It's days like this I wish I had something to fall back on Something to fill up the hollowness in my gut Something to stop me from imploding from silently screaming Something to help me escape these feelings Something to stop my mind going round … Continue reading Days Like This
I never say the right thing when put on the spot I need crash tests more chances to get it right I'm always the dummy I wish to take it all back the moment it escapes me and I see it was a mistake But you don't do second chances You block me out stop … Continue reading One-Hit Wonder
you pointed me out to your friends and called me gorgeous how strange to hear those words from another girl's mouth how different from the way my mother calls me gorgeous how new the knowledge that somebody feels something for me
The town is waking slowly -An old lady lugs a trolley,Dragging one foot after the other,While a teenager on a scooterCrawls patiently behind. Sporadic screeches from cockatoosBelie their drowsiness -They barely muster the energyTo reply with a "scrreeeeeeek." A great macaw clutches close to its ownerAs she is served at a teller in the government … Continue reading A Morning in Town
Weary boughs drag rivulets through the swollen banks, travelling at a dreary, menacing crawl. Crocodiles coast along below the murky surface, through more muck than water, oblivious to the cries of mournful birds. A battered and filthy Frisbee floats belly-up, never held again.
A cold shudder snakes its way down your spine. Your breath comes in shallow gasps. Muted tones of pine-green and birch-silver are smeared about the landscape like an unfinished painting. The pounding against the inside of your skull heightens as your foot snags on a tree root twined around a block of schist and you … Continue reading A Warm Welcome?