We know what you want

But you’re physical

And we are emotional

When we are broken we search for affection anywhere

Even in the wrong places

And we let you take advantage of this

Just because it feels good

We know it’s fake

But better to live in fantasy right?

Race to Erase

There was once a little girl that thought she was the fastest kindergartener in the whole world.

She’d race the wind to class everyday.

Her blonde piggy tails would flap behind her as her over sized ladybug backpack bounced around on her smallish back.

When she got to the door to the class she’d turn around and yell,

Beat cha again! to no one in particular.

But this particular Autumn day when she walked into class, her friends challenged her.

They challenged her to a race.

She accepted this race immediately because in her head she was the fastest little girl ever.

But this wasn’t a relay like she thought.

This was a race to erase.

The rules were simple.

Her friends got two big pieces of paper and drew big black pencil marked squiggles on each white page.

The little boy that would go up against her and herself were both presented with a pink rubber eraser.

The goal was to see who erased all of it the fastest.

On the count of three she dragged her eraser across all the squiggles as fast as she could so she could finish before the little boy.

With one last drag across the smudged paper she yells,

DONE! Beat cha!

The little boy looks over and lets his shoulder sag with defeat.

Her little group of friends cheer her name and congratulate her on winning.

As she looks down on her almost clean paper, besides a smudge here or there, she sees that its relatively blank.

Immediately she begins to feel sad.

She felt bad for the little pink rubber eraser.

Half of it gone now.

Reduced to just the shards scattered on her paper.

She scraped all the rolled up little shreds and put them into a pile in the center of the blank page.

She didn’t realize the damage she had done.

She cried for destroying the helpless little eraser.

All it did was absorb big black mistakes for her.

And in turn, she rubbed the little guy out to practically nothing.

Just remnants of a perfectly whole thing, now in a million pieces.

She didn’t realize until years later that she wasn’t actually crying about her eraser that Autumn day in Kindergarten.

She cried because down the road, her life would be like that eraser.

Rubbed away to nothing over cleaning up someone else’s mistakes.

The damage done, not realized until all the little pieces of herself were just little rubber remnants scattered over a blank page.

The race to erase finally over…


Intoxicated You

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Liquor on my lips

I wander the road to you

Talking to the air like I wish you were there

I don’t know how long I’ve walked but my feet seem to keep tripping over themselves

I’m trying to keep my eyes fixed forward but I can’t seem to focus

So I just keep walking this lone street

Yellow light illuminating every few feet and hovering above me

Out of the dark you walk to me

Just as I stumble

I fall into your arms

Catching me, you whisper something sweet in my ear

Your hot breath on my neck making my heart flutter

I swear I feel your lips graze mine until I look up

All I see is darkness

But I feel you

Leading off into the shadows

I follow behind holding your hand as you help me walk with you

Tripping over

I fall to my wobbly knees

But you’re not there

All I feel is a hand on my back

Keeping me on the ground

The asphalt bites into my knees

Your shadow looming over me

Letter of fate

With warm gentle hands

And a smile in your eyes

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And tell me to breathe easy for a while

Holding me down under

You say this is better

The bubbles are filling me up and the water is weighing me down

This is my forced suicide letter

I ran

I ran to our spot even though I knew you wouldn’t be there

You haven’t been there in some time now

I stood there talking to a wall until I moved on blendpic_20151071936916

So I ran to where you actually would be

I ran

and ran

and ran

I ran until everything came up

…including you

Our Smell


Everyone has their own smell

Walking through the halls a person can tell if you just walked by

Hug a friend and you want to bury your face in their shirt and take a long whiff

Whether its cologne

or someones detergent

maybe even their deodorant

But everyones body reacts differently to varying fragrances

“You smell like your house”


No matter what, a person has their own scent

An aroma that rubs off on everything

Right now I smell like me

And you smell like you

We both smell like us and ourselves and our houses

But soon we will have a scent together

One day I want to share a smell with you that will be defined as ours

Popsicles and Pages

Queen bed with downy sheets.

Silence of turning pages and faint slurps.

In her big t-shirt and little pink shorts, she flips the pages of her book.

He plays footsie with her cold toes under the chilled linen.

The novel in front of her materializes in her mind with each new paragraph.

As she contemplates the authors words, her tongue licks the blue popsicle that’s poised in her hand. jap2

Her little tongue flicks as her crystal eyes focus on the white pages in front of her.

It brings him tranquility when he looks over now and again from slurping up his own purple popsicle.





A giggle escapes his purple stained lips as he watches her struggle over turning a page while the blue dye melts down the wood popsicle stick and on to her now sticky fingers.

Sucking her finger tips in the most tantalizing way to rid her of the blue syrupy evidence, he tries to distract her from her nightly reading.

Finally with the pages put to rest and the popsicle sticks on the bedside table.

The simple serenity of a concentrated silent night bring both him and her childish bliss.

An outsiders kaleidoscope






Life is adventurous as an outsider

We ourselves will see the black and white matter

But in that gray someone else will see the color

We want the next big thing

The next hero




And when we can’t accomplish the nearly unique impossible, we lose our adventure

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Maybe our life isn’t bland but we are gray

It’s our perspective that needs to be adjusted

A kaleidoscope of possibilities

We don’t have to make an impact on the world

We just need to make an impact on ourselves

Adjust our colors and line them up in the light

Find the pattern that shines the most in your life

And occasionally turn the tube around and see from a different perspective

Because life is always adventurous as an outsider