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"My version of a fruit and cheese course is Triscuits and raisins."

- Classy wannabe


I think I spend a majority of my time waiting

Waiting for the page to load

the tide to turn

the weekend to come

the clock to cheat

a heart to beat

I’m tired of waiting

I don’t want to spend my hours remembering a few moments

because I am dying

who knows how fast?

It might be a few seconds it might be a few billion

but nothing is more certain

Yet of this certainty nothing is known

So how should I proceed?

meandering down the lonely aisle of my deathbed

towards the dust of my origin

time’s unhalting pace drags me

sometimes a prisoner

sometimes a victor

but let it be said

that I embraced the mystery

that I questioned the certain

that I strolled with purpose

without looking back

until I climbed a ladder into the depths

remembering every breath.

I was sure you were gone

a distant memory

but you run through my dreams

fleeting, haunting

I’m afraid to touch you because

there’s nothing there

my hands fall through air

as the memory dangles

beyond my reach

within my sight

stay ‘til the morning

wait ‘til i wake

Smile Wide

A square table crying

in a dusty attic

four folding chairs

easy to move, easy to lose

And the table remembers

through the golden haze of time

meals with a delicious weight

But one summer the table

was abandoned and three times a day

the folding chairs were opened

in a square but with walls between

The little table was forgotten but

as the leaves and tears continued to fall

the table was pushed up against a wall

and three chairs tried to smile wide but

even so they still cried.

Make Waves

Raindrops make waves

freeze frames show mountains

each with its own valley

creating a border and a


waves hugging each other

circles filling circles, ovals, squares

circles every moving

never roving but

this drop knows that puddle

smaller than that pond

weaker than that flood

faster than that ocean

touching every island

jumping from each cloud

all remember the first wave

spreading as it strengthens

encircling the biggest circle of


"Remember, just because something doesn’t last forever, doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth your while"

- Hopeless Romantic

Mr. and Mrs. Mister

 Moment of unity but

one stands taller and

he smiles louder.

There are two hearts

but a solitary name.

The yawning chasm

exhausted from sleeping all these restless nights.

The night sweeps me off my feet

and as the sun begins to rise

the world falls under and the blaze floods.

Crawling through the noon shadows,

behind the open spaces I hide.

My armor begins to bleed and

the ledge grasps my fingertips but

my eye races towards the yellow line faster.

The white cement cracks and pulls me up.


A misty shadow standing on the concrete.

"Your name?"

"Number One."

"What does your mother call you?"

"I don’t have a mother."

"Detonation, mark."

Two holes above the concrete smile.