together, we will paint this town red
eat tacos, roll around in my bed
wake up the next morning,
do it all over again.
does it mean i still care
if i call you on the phone?
talking to you is better
than being alone.
this is the last time
i’ll leave my shoes at your door
there will be no more pillows
thrown onto the [...]
PI:
we kissed at the rockshow
pressed up against your truck
my nostril ring kept hitting your nose
we pulled away and laughed
i could smell soap
on your arms
your shoulders
your face
you tell me it’s irish spring
for irish people
i run away floating
kicking my legs high in the air
PII:
i keep smiling
and your lips keep hitting my teeth
you ask why i’m laughing,
what are [...]
last night: i remember the way
his hair bounced against his forehead
as he jumped one too many times
during the cha cha slide
and i remember the light
filtering in through my eyelashes
as droplets of sun were caught there
like diamonds
driving into the sunset once again
repeating october
driving and driving
(acres and acres of emptiness)
The girl who plays piano before me
has A and F written on her
navy blue sweatpants
and spends
two hundred dollars
on a homecoming dress.
She reads
The Great Gatsby
as I stumble through
Rachmaninoff.
I want to say,
“How is it? I read it last year
in American Lit.”
But what do I know?
I’m just a band geek
who can’t afford A and F clothes
and spends $30
on [...]
“We are not yet noble gases,”
I declare.
It’s a bad joke, yes,
but he laughts anyway.
We fight over the phone
dirty words and harsh tones
And I almost always end up
saying something I don’t mean.
There’s a question inside me;
something my heart wants to know:
“Are we together
because we think it’s safe?”
I really wish he would pick up
his hardcover copy of [...]
“the ballad” by mr. meano is slowly growing on me.
“and every night i dream about abercrombie and fitch (old navy, too).”
the last two poems that have appeared in this diary were written exclusively for american lit. that class has been surprisingly fun the past few days. just poetry reading and song analyzing. there are some [...]
Micro, micro, micro
How I hate you so
I have a six-page exam review
With only six days left to go.
Mr. Holcomb
Is an evil, evil man
No one can pile on end of the year homework
The way that he can.
I suffered through genetics
I barely got an A
Dihybrid crosses were not my thing
Neither was recombinant DNA.
I don’t care about covalent [...]
she looks at him
with so much love in her eyes
you can almost see it
spilling over onto her cheeks
but love is like a blindfold
blocking our view
from everything else
going on in the world
she holds his hand
and wonders
where the loving goes when it
stops.
love is purple and green pajama pants and not knowing when the last time you washed them was.
love is falling asleep on a long bus ride home.
love is broken glass and sidewalk chalk.
love is holding hands while walking onto the field at the silverdome.
love is crying over broken synthesizer keys.
love is locker number 277.
love is [...]
shatter / scatter / no one loves you / his heart lying on the floor / trampled by your own mistakes / look out behind you / everything falls apart / nothing this good could stay / bleeding / broken / never should have spoken / he’s perfect / he’s beautiful / he’s gone.
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