Saturday, February 5, 2011

a plastic face was biting me in my dream

kendal is a rare gem.
things have been kind of grim and purple lately.
there is no cause.
all i want to do is
dive into one of the giant snow drifts outside
and fall asleep until
it melts
that sounds quite emo
i have decided
that art can break my heart
in a way that no boy ever could.

Monday, January 31, 2011

my sandwich making skills are improving

i do love holly and bekah

so apparently some have said
that my noggin is not screwed on correctly.
i might have to agree with them
i wouldn't have it any other way
today i recieved a miniscule sailboat from a dear friend.
half an inch in width
on it were the words
"s.s. mecie"
i imagined myself to be teeny and
sailing to a mysterious faraway beach.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

my boots are still wet from last night's escapade

good and fun distracting night
rode on a magic carpet
to israel
last night with evan
i keep myself busy
there is a pile of sticks
outside my window
avoiding the encounter
with feelings
that whisper
i keep looking at the pile of sticks

Saturday, January 29, 2011

I'm Back

havn't blogged in long time
no one will read this anymore so whatever
apple juice is liquid comfort
the covers are steel skin protection
i cannot believe i did what i did
sometimes it feels right and
sometimes i am weeping because
i miss him.
what's done is done though.