happy new year, everybody!
(enjoy the fireworks!)
before i diei want a song to make me cry.before i die by birdlu
i want to fall asleep next to my most favorite person in the world.
i want to meet someone who understands and accepts every one of their flaws.
i want to appreciate the value of each moment.
i want to be able to say that I’ve laughed more than I’ve cried.
i want to share something with the world.
i want to wake up with a smile on my face.
i want to tell people how much they mean to me.
i want to experience one of humanity’s proudest moments and truly feel the weight of it.
i want to remember every smile.
i want to realize how good life has been.
held the moon in my hands"It's your birthday tomorrow," you said.held the moon in my hands by aprilwednesday
"I know that," I mumbled, too sleepy to wonder why you were pointing out such an obvious fact.
"Are you still refusing to let me buy you a present?"
"I don't want anything."
"You must want something."
"You have me."
"Exactly." I pulled the covers over my head to encourage you to shut up, but you pulled them back down.
"Why can't I get you something? Everyone else gets to."
"Give me the covers back."
"Answer my question."
"You suck. I'm cold."
"Then answer quickly."
I snuggled into your arms and sighed. "You've already given me more than I could have ever imagined possible."
"Have I ever mentioned how cheesy you get when you're tired?"
"Hmph. AS I WAS SAYING..."
"Um. What was I saying?"
"You were sa--"
"Oh, right. A birthday present seems petty and pointless compared to what you've already given me."
"It doesn't have to be," you replied, your fingers twisting absently in my hair. "I'll give you so
it's all in your eyesShe made dandelion wishes under the golden glow of the sunset, and knew that her life was perfect.it's all in your eyes by aprilwednesday
go back twelve hours.
She sat in her living room and listened to her neighbors fight. Praying there wouldn't be any gunshots, she grabbed her bag and ran out the door. Her mother didn't ask where she was running to.
go back ten hours.
She walked around the nice part of town, watching the perfect families drive in their perfect cars and play in their perfect gardens. They stared at her, walking there in her secondhand thirdhand fourthhand clothes, and she sighed.
go back eight hours.
She gave up on the nice part of town and decided to settle down in a coffee shop. After she ordered she remembered that she'd left her money in her other life, and she almost ran.
But he stopped her.
go back six hours.
He'd payed for her coffee (and a strawberry scone) and then she'd asked him to sit with her. His eyes looked like storm clouds but that was okay because his smile was brighter than the sun. And
gemstonelet's count the table scraps we throwgemstone by Knifapotamas
to the wind
as if they've done us some wrong, disdainfully
brushing aside the askings in my
tapping fingernails impatiently against the glass,
whispering million-dollar words that slip through the
gaps between my fingertips-
& there is amber in your eyes.
053.i.053. by weight13ss
the ocean plays scales,
each shell a key.
we dance with the fish
(one, two, three, one, two, three)
and they teach us how to breathe:
i n a n d o u t a n d i n a n d o u t .
in - a breathe of bubbly hope
out - a yawn of hopeless dreams.
seagulls swarm the back of our necks
kiss sunsets under our hairline
just flutter and flit back to our shoulders.
stars hang from their moonbeams
and write messy advice in ocean foam.
between each musical measure
you look; for answers, for reasons.
and find nothing
but jumbles of discarded letters.
you don't need any of this.