...

i miss
home
ginger and oliver
my room with
all my stuff
like my bed and pillows
and walls covered in
pictures cut out of
magazines of everything
i love

i miss
that stupid dog
and daddy
making me
eggs with ketchup
and a bagel
when i'm sick
and isabella
with her barbies
and
words of wisdom


i miss
laying in bed
staring out the window
as night fades and
light shines
through the trees
and hearing the
birds wake up
as i go to sleep

and you

What are those?..

On the inside of my eyelids
Are blue dots
That float around
They bounce
Top to bottom
Bottom to top
And Back
Sometimes they drift off
To the side
But they return
It reminds me of
Pong

Maybe I'm
Going blind
or Crazy

Cool

Be careful ..

You should be careful
What you ask for
You may get that

And more

Three cheers




for






space

Wordless

I leave for Northwestern in less than 6 hours.
I got a thesaurus and rhyming dictionary yesterday.
There are probably 33 gazillion words in those two books and
I still can't find any to describe anything
I'm thinking or feeling.

self-titled crap

haunting?

Someone told me they had a dream about me
This is the third day in a row
Maybe I have become a ghost
And haunt people in their dreams
But have no real substance in their lives

It is .. unsettling.

Butterflies Mistaken

It was born in a flourish
Of wishes and wants
And knowing that it was
Possible

Each missing a piece
That would complete
A thought
A feeling
A note
A song

The piece was oddly
Shaped
From the miles
It appeared a fit
Butterflies
Were not easily
Mistaken nor
Matched

Time
Revealed
Only
Moths

(for chris. because we never really know for sure.)