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To the seniors(the second of infinitely many)

To the seniors, This is it. Today was the last day. You've started a new chapter and so have I. One that feels so lonely my heart is breaking because of it. I hope you like college. I hope you have parties, make friends, do stupid things with new people who are so much better...

To the seniors

Goodb...

Marry me.

We all know who I'm taking this idea from. To Jordan Williams, Marry me. Marry me because I love you. Marry me because both of us made some mistakes but I'm still sitting next to you right now, listening to you talk about whatever you want. Marry me because we would be failing...

A poem about event horizions

Let's remember a moment our first memory. A blur of color and light. Mine is orange and looked like a fridge. -- Once there was a wave of sound that played from your fingers and it never stopped waving. That sound, even if the both of us never hear it again, will continue...

I apologize in advance for those who read this.

Hold on for a second. Let me speak for a moment. Don't get offended if I swear for a few minutes. I am really fucking angry. And I don't care how shit this is, because I'm not sure if you heard me: I AM REALLY FUCKING ANGRY. I hate using caps, I hate it when people use them in their posts. It makes me uncomfortable, okay. But I AM REALLY FUCKING...

The Last Airbender

In first grade I thought I had control over the wind. Now I'm in eleventh grade and I don't have control over anything. How did it happen that I was more free when I was seven than I am ten years later? Doesn't growing up mean freedom? Ten years later and I am a slave to my own...