Parker was right. I’m scared. Scared of hurting you, scared you’ll hurt me, scared it’ll end, scared it’ll last. Scared this will go somewhere I don’t want it to, scared it won’t be what I want, scared I won’t be what you want. Scared I’ll get bored, scared you’ll get bored, scared we’ll fight. Scared we’ll say too much,… Continue reading Early Halloween
It was just three days… Suppose I should be grateful We even had that
I’ve always preferred fiction. I think most people do. I’ve always loved to immerse myself into someone else’s world; I can deal with their problems as long as they’re not real. When everything around me is too much, I don’t want to hear about someone somewhere who has it worse off – I want to… Continue reading Faeries and Fiction
So, my 7 year old bro came into my room yesterday and asked if he could write an acrostic poem. And while he lay on my bed writing it, he asked me to put on the Arctic Monkeys. I’m so proud :’) People are fun when Everybody plays together, even if you Only have two… Continue reading ah, siblings
I love coffee, I like tea And I do not mind some peas I’ll eat veggies, I’ll eat rice Of course, pizza will suffice I love oysters, I like fish And all pasta is delish Have some biltong, have some garum And we’ll have a cuisine harem But there are a couple foods Such as turkey… Continue reading food for thought
She has a little coffee cup That sits upon her desk It holds her pens and white out strips And something more grotesque Among the inky utensils There sits a silver knife It’s sharp and it is shiny And it helps her with her strife She say it’s just for envelopes If somebody inquires The… Continue reading
Wrote this ages ago. Wondering how I ever really could have felt that way.