Monthly Archives: October 2014

“You Tried to Hurt Me and You Failed” #705

I used to kiss strangers that meant more to me than you did.



My heart is an unmade bed;
it might look messy, but I swear
it’s a safe place to rest

Moriah Pearson

  1. Go to a party and stay sober. Listen to the way your drunk classmates talk when they don’t plan to remember tonight when they wake up. Never talk about these experiences, just keep them for yourself.
  2. Start driving in one direction on the highway after school one day, pretending like you’re running away. Blast bad pop music and sing along. Stop in the suburbs when your mom calls you to come home, but buy your little brother a cupcake before you turn back around.
  3. Kiss your best friend. It doesn’t matter what sexuality or gender you are or they are. It doesn’t matter if it’s a peck or you escalate to tongue. You’ll laugh about it later, but it will always make you smile just for the memory.
  4. Smoke a cigarette. Let it burn your throat. Cough, loudly.
  5. Take a stand for something you believe in. When half your school laughs at you, take it with pride. Someone agrees, even if they’re too scared to say so.
  6. Make enemies. Make the kind of mistakes that cause your life to implode. Lose everyone and everything to these mistakes. Only when you fall will you find out that you can pick yourself back up.
  7. Sit on someone’s roof and talk for hours. Forget about dinner and tell your origin stories. Let your guard down while the dog barks below. Talk about god. Listen.
  8. Steal Bourbon from your parents’ liquor cabinet and put it in a water bottle beneath your bathroom sink. Spike your tea with it when you think you’ve hit rock bottom. Pour the whole thing down the drain when it’s too strong for you.
  9. Become a stereotype. Buy a record player and combat boots. Wear all black. Dye your hair bright blue and get your ear pierced three times. Don’t care when people laugh at you.
  10. Make wishes at 11:11. Wear your pajamas backwards in the hopes of a snow day. Look for answers at the bottom of a bottle. Pretend writing things on your arms makes you special. Believe in anything. Believe in everything. Open every book and look around every corner. You’ll never look like this or move like this or think like this again. Enjoy it while it lasts or hate every second. But feel. Feel every damn thing.

from “Areopagitica”

Books have souls like people do.

John Milton

“Name” #696

I decided long ago that I would no longer let your name break my heart. I never said anything about your memories.


“I Think of You Too Much” #697

You are Monday morning,
The light that draws my bleary eyes,
The sounds outside of my window.

You are Tuesday afternoon,
The sun at its highest,
Surrounded by a clear, everlasting sky.

You are Wednesday evening,
The feeling of comfort in my home
Where I lay my weary head to rest.

You are Thursday night,
You are a phone call,
You are the story of my whole day.

You are Friday at 2:00 AM
When there’s nothing else to think about
But me and you.

You are Saturday when I finally close my eyes,
Tired of me but never tired of you,
Tired of how long it’s been since I’ve touched you.

You are Sunday dreams,
The end before a new beginning,
You are last, and first.


“Strengths and Weaknesses” #698

I will never be glass and paper. I am metal and stone, jagged edges and raised thorns. I will not be weak for you, and you do not have to be strong for me.


He’ll kiss you in the rain and take you to little coffee shops. He’ll brush your hair out of your eyes and kiss your nose. He’ll grab your waist and whisper in your ear but six months later you’ll find yourself drunk texting him that you miss him and he won’t respond.

you chug a fifth of alcohol by yourself & everyone around you is too busy cheering to wonder how empty you had to be in order to do it

You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you.