Thursday

....the woman reached through the gate and threw her a one dollar bill.
the bill was wrinkled up, as though it had been through more pockets than its worth.
"Thanks," the girl said, in a calm manner and gave the woman a rare smile.
The woman looked at the girl, and smiled back.
"What's your favourite colour?"
The girl smiled and slowly pointed at the bright sunflower in her hair.
"Yellow!" She said.

For those in Boston–my heart is there

I sat down today, my mind brimming with hope and excitement for the future–I have many ideas and outlets that I want to have a go at! But as I read about the bombings at the Boston marathon, my heart began to sink further and further. The videos and messages that people were uploading and sending put my heart into a tail spin. The picture is still unclear of why anyone would think to harm people while they were trying to achieve the goal of finishing a marathon–for some, maybe even a bucket list item. Now, it will forever be shrouded by the memories of smoke, blood, and terror. My heart goes out to all those effected. My runner's heart beats for you; you are not alone.

for you

yours is a love i will always hold close
for you are mine, and so dearly loved most
i wait for the waves to come awake me,
and replace those senses completely.
but they never come, o' love of mine.
so my heart beats, beats, beats, beats, beats.

Meow Meow

you stay with me when my eyes are filled with tears,
you listen intently
you do not judge my clothing choices.
I hope you feel better, my darling kitteh.

Monday.

I sink...
I hear the scratching of the revolutions
nothing else matters anymore.
Only this.

I like purple, she said.
He didn't look up; he didn't notice. He only looked off into the abyss.
But it didn't matter anyway.
She looked into the abyss too.
Sure is pretty.

Little Friend

Little Friend, Little Friend, what are you doing?
–flying around making such a ruckus and commotion.
your little wings make tiny pops as you collide
with the glass that will always keep me confined.

Little Friend, Little Friend, where are you going?
–do you not love me? I promise to love you forever and keep you warm.
Do not go outside, where it is ugly and will cause you harm!
Where cold will devour you,
encase you,
and squander you.

Little Friend, Little Friend, it is okay.
–I will not force you to stay.
Your wings have taken their final crack,
and have left the glass with a final pop.

Little Friend, Little Friend, you are already gone
–but, I hope you visit often instead of none.
I will miss your red shell,
and await your appearance in Spring.





For my ladybug friend.

The Opposites

I'm not supposed to be sad. Because it is the opposite of happy. But then why do people cry when they laugh too hard? I think being sad is important. It makes you appreciate what you love and have. It makes you want to change, and be better. It makes you want to be happy. It's okay to be sad. It's okay to cry. It's okay. There's a time for everything. And I'm sad. But I will be happy. I want to be.