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Guys, I'm on a poetry kick so here you go. 🙃
Buttons, jellybeans
and all these little things
that I keep in my pocket
until they override their stay
I lock them in the bottom drawer
until they exit out my brain
As random as snow globes, dice, and buttons
Every Tuesday or Thursday
little bag of buttons and string
makes me wait for what life can bring
When the weather is mild enough for you to only wear a sweater and you start to go faster- running, really- and you're bending with the road and slowing down at the pond. You're not an athlete but it's enough for you to run with no one around. You walk atop the rocks and notice the risen level since the rainfall. The snow has melted and the grass is wet and muddy and the only sound you hear is your boots on the muddy wet grass. You deliberately walk in the puddles as wide as the trial you're following. You spin around and regard the unfocused trees. When you reach the pavement once again you start to run and all you hear is the clomp clomp of your feet and you know you're going to be okay, even if the dead flowers won't emerge until spring.
I had told myself that if no one remembered, I would still be happy and joy filled and they could wonder why but as it turns out- that wasn't a problem. Earlier in the day I received Gary the Platypus from a friend. The smell of three sets of candles being blown out at once never smelt so good- birthday candles are one of my favorite smells. The carrot cake was a good choice- there were only two slices left by the end of the night. The story of our birth was recounted around the people that had been there since the very beginning. We really are miracles. Felt loved.
“I walked over to the hill where we used to go and sled. There were a lot of little kids there. I watched them flying. Doing jumps and having races. And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn't.”
“Standing on the fringes of life... offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.”
“It’s much easier not to know things sometimes.”
“If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it, too. I want them to be able to do whatever they want around me.”
“I don't even remember the season. I just remember walking between them and feeling for the first time that I belonged somewhere.”
“If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy. Even if you wind up being left out.”
“Sam and Patrick looked at me. And I looked at them. And I think they knew. Not anything specific really. They just knew. And I think that's all you can ever ask from a friend.”
“I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.”
“What's your favorite book?
"The last one I read.”
