"The Journey" by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice-

though the whole hosue

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

“Mend my life!”

each voice cried.

But you didn’t stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff ( Read more... )

I lasted two days before realizing how absurd the idea ( Read more... )

lalalalala it goes around the world just lalalalala; this song makes me think of a fast car and false role modeled cool older girls and talent and ambition and competitions that seemed more real, seemed to make the dream easier to play off. virginia beach. level 8. 9th grade? 9th grade. yes. after knee surgery. level 9 then. i remember too much. ( Read more... )

well, i've finally thought to look online and have determined what happened to me one night last spring. i had what I think was a Transient Ischemic Attack--basically a fleeting stroke. and naturally after i read this and realized that the symptoms match up (numbness or loss of motion in my hands, confusion and difficulty speaking, etc.) as well as ( Read more... )

this is hard.

you make the sound of laughter
and sharpened nails seem softer
and I need you now somehow

-silverchair

o.o1o firsts:
- first best friend: alice mann. she talked for me during my pre-school mute phase.
- first screename: cashew1313...it was my gym nickname. i was small, and peanut was unoriginal.
- first kiss: conor...in a nook of the hallway during 4th period. we ( Read more... )

it is midnight between thanksgiving and november 25th ( Read more... )

There are, between the muted screams so

violently expelled and too urgently suppressed,

moments of gentle ease in which I can exist,

solely. In the quietude the desperation settles

and for some precious time-though I never

know how long-I breathe regularly, release

the tight grip I hold upon my heart and

let it beat freely, my throat briefly ( Read more... )

You left your eyeglasses with me

One cold November first,

The pair of wiry arms

Open and inviting an embrace

As they sat atop my coffee table

Crested with dust.

You walked outside, lacking,

And paused a step to study

The softening flesh of a grinning jack-o-lantern,

Awake and alive just the previous night.

“Your pumpkins are rotting,” you said,

and ( Read more... )

Breaths of the loom hover,

glide between one another

weaving and grasping

with open palms.

The heat transpires,

the lock releases

its clasp of fear

the lips curl on tiptoe.

Smiles are born,

alive for an instant,

and eyes close

on cue.