So it’s been a long time since I’ve posted, but I thought that this was important to get off my chest, because I know no one reads this and I can be free and anonymous yet completely exposed.
I am a girl. I am crushing hard on a girl. I know she’s into girls. I can’t get her to look at me. I smile and wave and try so hard and nothing happens. There’s a party soon and I’m sleeping over at her house and I am such an anxious wreck I won’t be sleeping for a long time. Time goes so much faster when she’s around. I notice every tiny touch, every gentle breath, every strand of hair. I’ve every tone in her laugh, the way she walks, the way she smiles, the tiny line between her eyebrows when she frowns. She’s modest and interesting and deep and light all at once.
I try to get all the words and feelings out
But I’m trapped
Nervous
In my own crawling skin.
Hello everyone!
So, this is my first ever post omigosh
How excited are you?!
I thought I’d start off by making a list of things that make me happy, and I hope that perhaps you, my so far non-existent readers, will add things that make you happy too
BECAUSE POSITIVITY IS KEY
The Beatles
MIKA
Balloons
Good books
1984
Music in general
Adventures
Festivals
Thunderstorms
Indie Art
Indie Cred
Pokemon
Zachary Quinto and Captain Fine
Raspberries
Dancing
Being home alone
Traveling
Finding home.
AND I HAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN STARTED
I really hope that you can add to my list of wonderful things. I would ever so much appreciate it.
Seriously. What makes you happy?
Love always,
HopeAndWaffles
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
And that’s what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
And that’s what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
Because that’s what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.
