Thursday, December 10, 2015

Frog Girl's Eighteenth


Maybe you've still got a few months til you take can hop, but you've been getting used to your gills for a while now too. So I really can't wait to see what's to come from you and all the opportunities ahead.

Today's about you and I hope you feel loved and supported among the celebration. 

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Carbon's Purest Form


All you ever have to be is yourself. I promise. 

Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Walking While Broken


Understand me when I say this, because there’s only so much energy I have with which to explain so much. I don’t know what I’m doing here or how the hell I’m going to survive this. I don’t think I know where I am or how to find my way back home again. More than likely you are going to see me wandering the streets of this too big, wannabe city; just ignore the tears rattling and the blood dripping down my face and body. And please listen with every ounce of focus you have because I’ve finally cracked and I need help.

Oh, and darling, I don’t know if you’ll believe this or not, but I do need you. I need you to keep your promise of staying here.

Don’t leave me.

Monday, December 7, 2015

Wallflowers and Populars Alike


Sometimes it’s easier to grow up knowing who or what you care about than it is to grow up already knowing who you are. and it really can be those slight differences in  awareness that shape our futures into the stories we’ll tell with our final few hundred words.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

To All the "Big Sisters"


I never thought I would miss you nearly as much as I do, especially since I envied every move you made and how perfectly it all seemed to go. Anyway, I just want you to know, I'm still here should you ever need me - 'cause it's been a while since I've heard from you. 

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Runaway Artist


Everyone laughs at me for drawing a rose on your nose with your parents right behind me. They call me crazy for writing poetry on your arms in my dreams. No one believes that I'll ever make it anywhere if I am impulsive and my work is washable. But your chest is perfect for whipped cream portraits and your tongue is the most comforting pen I've ever known. Everyone laughs. They call me crazy. No one believes that I'll ever make it. So just you watch with love on my side and ink in my veins I can do anything.

Friday, December 4, 2015

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Sweetly Fading Images


Is she a being of light only ever renewed by exploding stars and space that never actually ends. If she's a being of light what are you?

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Fondly


Just so you know, I'm okay with being forgotten.

But you will always be remembered. 

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Shaded Grays


There will be times where change is just as necessary as breathing.