Wednesday, July 30, 2008

let the sun fall down over me

I am drinking cold water. It always tastes sweeter in a water bottle.

Today I went to the Shedd Aquarium.



Sea Otters are the greatest part of the Earth.

I want to live in Chicago. I love being here, even though my grandmother is the most obnoxious person in my life. I really hate going on vacation with her. She's a gossiping, mean, shallow, lazy woman who I really don't want to do anything. She assumes because she spends thousands of dollars on my brother and I that we have to love her. It's easier to love her when you don't have to spend 24/7 with her.

Anyways.

Chicago. Beautiful. Perfect.

;]

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

i am human/am i human

sometimes I lie to remind myself I'm human
but it never is enough

sometimes I scream to remind myself I'm human
but it hardly is enough

sometimes I lie in bed naked to remind myself I'm human
but it's really not enough

sometimes I hurt other people to remind myself I'm human
but it sometimes isn't enough

sometimes I suck on my arm until
all the blood pools under my skin

it
usually
is
enough





why is the human race eternally
fucked
up
?

distance

My boyfriend is so far away.

Some days its harder than others. Some days it seems everyone has a boyfriend. I see the hand holding, the little looks, the embraces, the pure joy that only proximity brings. The countless conversations one holds without any words. The things you miss when you don't see someone for months and months at a time.

The intelligent thing to do would be find someone who lives here, right?

What to do when no one compares to the way Charlie makes me feel? Nothing is better, nothing is sweeter, he is my bliss. Even if this is just infatuation (which, after 2.7 years, I severely doubt it's just that), I am confident enough to say that he is one of the deepest friendships I've ever had. If this isn't love, I'm not sure it could get any better. He and I, we're closer than family. He deeply understands me and I him. Separately, we are two kids. But the magic we make when we're together - I can't just give it up.

Nothing will change, so the most I can do it try to find someone here, someone else.

It gets so lonely sometimes.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

poetry

"intoxicated on the way you sound"

the moment i saw you
a familiar song filled the air

your voice, a warm concave
your eyes felt like so much home

when you spoke to me, i shook
when you laughed my knees felt weak

our moment was over
you turned left, and i turned right

you forgot about me as the day ended
but your face never left my mind

even after days and nights
our familiar song prevailed

now i see you again
nervous eye contact was made

the corners of my mouth give way
and you acknowledged with your eyes

you're always there
i just want you for my own




"ashes to ashes, we’re all knocked up!"

hopeless thoughts all around us
we're all drowning in doubt
in a sea of regret
i'm fucking praying for drought

in the sky i see lies
towards the ground are our dreams
as the rain falls fast, hard
open wide, see the scene:

drunken parties and sex
who kissed who?
who's the worst?

and we all cry far too much
your failure isn't a first

in a world that's desensitzed
we're just ants in a row
in our worlds we're the kings and the queens
our titles aren't just for show

in the sky i see lies
towards the ground are our dreams
as the rain falls fast, hard
open wide, see the scene:

those awful liars and fakes!
you're one of them,
you're the worst!

he said, "i drink far too much
and you're not quite my first"

so in this world of disgrace
is there any hope of a life
when you don't have to lie
when they don't stop to scoff

i want your eyes on the prize
set yourself straight
i want you to set yourself straight

try again
just for

me

It has been ages.

I am a junior in high school. The year of commitment, the year of new upperclassmenship, the year of college applications.

I am still in the same old problem, the same old relationship. The stupid, worn down, sick relationship that sticks to my lungs like cigarette smoke. When we can get out of something, we never want to. But when we want to, we can't.

I want out. But I can't forget you.