January 2011
109 posts
Sunday Afternoons.
She used to stay outside, while everyone else fiddled with their dinner, and dropped their expensive wine glasses. Instead she placed six different colored rocks in front of her crossed legs, and watched as she destroyed everything she touched. she used to wonder, if only for a moment, why they would shrivel and die when she placed her finger upon them. but the thought passed. every other...
goats.
It’s funny, that half the things we say under our breath. Happen to be the things, we wish everyone could hear. Funny funny funny. I want goat cheese pizza.
kinds of days.
I did not sit by windows anymore. for fear of, the people who may look into them. I spent too many seconds, yet not enough precious minutes, propped up against the side of the wall listening to the way you played your harmonica. And, you never stopped to wonder who was tapping out the rhythm to it, on the floor nearby. I would wonder yet, never truly question why I was so afraid. But I knew I had...
The best Imaginary thing.
I think I loved Empty places. Almost as much as I loved, Places full of faces. No one wanted to be here more than you, and I saw your eyes start to creep up on me as I knelt down to tie someone else’s shoe. You were so scared of the way my socks slid down my ankles, but I wasn’t sick. I just saw no need for matching. ” Funny thing”, I said. you looked over. I didn’t...
nestforinsanity asked: your little post about the sofa was so wonderful. you're wonderful. come here, lemme prop you up on meh dresser.
thesunisfalling asked: do you miss me!?¡¡¡¡
Lovely
I should have known by then, because I finally stopped to realize how many times I typed “Love” in the directory search Box. funny world.
The sofa.
I could hide, really well. I learned how to sneak around the piles of books and papers that crowded up our living room as soon as I could walk, and I thought that If I could just make myself small enough I might be able to squeeze underneath the couch, and live there until summer came. 4 pairs of feet circled around the couch, for months, stopping in the entryway of the kitchen every couple hours,...
thesunisfalling asked: EYE TRIED TO GET YOU TO GO OUTSIDE WITH ME AND CLIMB THE WINTER TREE AND JUMP IN SNOW BANKS BAREFOOT BECAUSE THEN HOT COCOA IS MORE ENJOYABLE BUT YOU SAID NO. will you be outside with me everyday in the summer?
150,000 million.
I think I like numbers. because when I talk to myself in my head, the phrase ” 150,000 million” starts off every sentence. my cereal says it’s just a phase. there is a box of cereal on the counter. It’s 2:00 and I’ve already thought about so many things today. Why do I never go outside in winter? I’m not too cold. that’s just a myth. when I was little, I...
p.m.
All I wanted was that. and That was all I wanted.
Chairs.
I started writing a poem about chairs. then it was stupid. so I erased it. I actually think chairs are cool, or they could be. I found a crazy people parade in Starbucks. and I joined in. no one can make a white mocha, like that man in the glasses can. Today I learned how to not get out of bed. but, more importantly, I learned how to paint my nails properly with my left hand. I think I love...
Sixty Six ways.
the songs you decided to sing to us were twisted,
and I grew up learning, to die.
It taught me how to tie my hair in 700 knots
before They taught me how to cut it off.
and I was scared of, the way my legs shook when I finally started to walk.
walking was not enough, you taught me how to run. quickly. four hundred and forty four routes to get back home.
It demonstrated sixty-six ways to...
you need to realize what you’re living for. and on quiet days, it’s okay to live for yourself. no one can yell at you for it.
two's and from's.
Sugar coated candy nothings. of days past. little lovelies we forgot to count.
seven hundred thousand somethings. of lives lost. leaves falling. seasons changing.
perfectly picked sorrows. groomed, bloomed, made to sit on your table. stable. able. able to be looked at.
two sets of green panelled windows. made to look out. made for neighbors to look at. making you perfectly perfect. designed to...
acknowledging.
Acknowledging the current state of world, does make you a pessimist. in fact turning a ” blind eye” to the problems we face only leaves more room for neglect. yet, happiness can be found the most broken things. brokeness can be found in the happiest of things. this is what makes life a never ending search for peace of mind. sometimes being content is dangerous. that’s when we...
today in hundreds.
We’d die 100 deaths, before the ringing would start to cease.
we’d break ourselves 200 times,
before we thought to pick up a piece.
we’d wish each night 300 times,
for dim lullabies, and misplaced rhymes.
for silly things, that startled the gloom.
the collectible things that could fill up our rooms.
we’d run away 400 days,
of every aching year.
we’d pack up...
ugh.
Selling/advertising the church, to a watching world, is such a frustrating concept. I am frustrated. the world does not need a group of ” comfortable” middle class “christians”. the world needs people, who are willing to put down the gimmicks, and the ” need to fill seats”, and instead use their selves, and their resources, and their money to serve a hurting...
thesunisfalling asked: you be scheming?
“You know, there’s a lot of talk in this country about the federal deficit. But I...”
– President Barack Obama (via mohandasgandhi)