Climbing an endless mountain of rocky triumph,
Step over step an eternal climb.
Without so much as a second of solace,
No turning back from the supposed struggle.
Leaning towards the living fountain,
A crater of truth in the midst of a
seemingly infinite plateau.
Grasp my hand,
pull me up.
Without you, I'm forgotten.
Without you, I'm lost.
Remember me around the bend,
don't let me fall behind.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
kelpy valentine's
He stares at his feet and says,
"I think you're great",
I'm listening, I prompt, and I am.
"You remind me of my tuna fish as soon as I open the can,
and of my mother when she is baking.
You remind me of a bruised child that needs holding,
with no shame.
You remind me of a light that never turns off no matter
how many times I hit it with a hammer
And of an ice cream flavor nobody has heard of,
or a paintbrush with too many bristles."
I'm tempted to pull the fire alarm.
"My blood rushes to my toes and I kind of feel like
I have a sprained ankle when I talk to you,
But in the good way, like when the ocean licks
your papercuts.
I'm never really sure whether you are mine or
whether you are playing a pretend game,
but either way, I'm as happy as my dad was
when I finally sold my pet rabbit on the internet."
I stare at him incredulously.
"You seem like the kind of person who would
eat the insides of oreos for me,
Or maybe I would eat them because I know
you don't like them either,
And you're kind of like an eagle who doesn't
remember whether to build his nest in a tree
or atop of an electric pole.
I'm just trying to tell you that--"
He stops, because I've kissed him.
"I think you're great",
I'm listening, I prompt, and I am.
"You remind me of my tuna fish as soon as I open the can,
and of my mother when she is baking.
You remind me of a bruised child that needs holding,
with no shame.
You remind me of a light that never turns off no matter
how many times I hit it with a hammer
And of an ice cream flavor nobody has heard of,
or a paintbrush with too many bristles."
I'm tempted to pull the fire alarm.
"My blood rushes to my toes and I kind of feel like
I have a sprained ankle when I talk to you,
But in the good way, like when the ocean licks
your papercuts.
I'm never really sure whether you are mine or
whether you are playing a pretend game,
but either way, I'm as happy as my dad was
when I finally sold my pet rabbit on the internet."
I stare at him incredulously.
"You seem like the kind of person who would
eat the insides of oreos for me,
Or maybe I would eat them because I know
you don't like them either,
And you're kind of like an eagle who doesn't
remember whether to build his nest in a tree
or atop of an electric pole.
I'm just trying to tell you that--"
He stops, because I've kissed him.
reminders:
cheesy,
fables,
valentine's day
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Get ahold of yourself
I can't stand being alone with myself and my trembling, quivering, cowering heart.
A heart that eats through reason and bends around my every impulse.
I can't stand walking next to you without the warmth of your touch as a
consistent reminder that I'm safe, I'm safe, I'm safe.
Please never leave.
My thoughts contend with the greater reason which is always my emotions, and
everyone knows I was never any good at simple reasoning anyway.
I watch your skin prickle when I touch it and when I lean against you I can feel your
heart racing faster, faster.
Your eyes, they say more than you could ever, and our irises converse silently, privately,
among the loud gossips in the elevator and the playwright enthusiasts.
One word, one touch, one courage, and
I'm yours.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Oh Hiiii.
You intruder!
How dare you enter into my boring, scheduled life without warning.
Its true that I might possibly be staring at the LCD screen of my laptop waiting for pages about philosophy to drift onto the white blank page of a word document.
It may also be true that I'm listening to the Frozen soundtrack even though people who do that constantly tend to drive me insane.
It's true that I have done nothing productive for two and a half hours, and I've been watching Christmas videos and daydreaming without a care in the world.
{It's also true that I have a five page paper due tomorrow. I don't even know what I'm writing it on yet}
And yes, this is an atypical, journalistic post. I'm mixing it up.
Mostly I'm writing on here because otherwise I'm going to say something really embarrassing to someone about how I can't focus because my mind is on one thing.
Also, I just went outside without a jacket on to 1) have an excuse to make hot chocolate and 2) see if possibly you were out there.
Why would you be outside?
And my letter with my blood type hasn't come in the mail yet.
How on earth am I supposed to focus on anything when I don't even know my blood type for sure? This is probably a conflict that every hard working college student goes through every day.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that you are on my mind,
Always,
Every day,
Every minute,
Every time I say you aren't,
and every time I go to sleep.
Nobody knows why, or how you did it, but you did. You penetrated my mental walls (that resemble a prison) and entered in without a key. Who do you think you are? Get out, louse. Get out.
Either that or come help me write my paper.
How dare you enter into my boring, scheduled life without warning.
Its true that I might possibly be staring at the LCD screen of my laptop waiting for pages about philosophy to drift onto the white blank page of a word document.
It may also be true that I'm listening to the Frozen soundtrack even though people who do that constantly tend to drive me insane.
It's true that I have done nothing productive for two and a half hours, and I've been watching Christmas videos and daydreaming without a care in the world.
{It's also true that I have a five page paper due tomorrow. I don't even know what I'm writing it on yet}
And yes, this is an atypical, journalistic post. I'm mixing it up.
Mostly I'm writing on here because otherwise I'm going to say something really embarrassing to someone about how I can't focus because my mind is on one thing.
Also, I just went outside without a jacket on to 1) have an excuse to make hot chocolate and 2) see if possibly you were out there.
Why would you be outside?
And my letter with my blood type hasn't come in the mail yet.
How on earth am I supposed to focus on anything when I don't even know my blood type for sure? This is probably a conflict that every hard working college student goes through every day.
Anyway, I just wanted to say that you are on my mind,
Always,
Every day,
Every minute,
Every time I say you aren't,
and every time I go to sleep.
Nobody knows why, or how you did it, but you did. You penetrated my mental walls (that resemble a prison) and entered in without a key. Who do you think you are? Get out, louse. Get out.
Either that or come help me write my paper.
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