to Regret

I can feel it coming after a long day,
when the heat and prolonged minutes have worn me thin,
the bitter copper rising up under my tongue,
a sinking in my bones.

Regret -
lingering in the veins
to whisper at my wrists.

Over time, I will bleed you out.

LeperLizardBaby

So it appears I have a rash, thanks to my lovely little children at work. Just some viral illness, I'm not even contagious...just ugly. Ha.

That's ok, I was needing a break from being so darn good looking anyways...
Who doesn't want legs that make you look like a leper lizard baby?
Or a polka dotted rhino?

See?
Being attractive is way overrated anyways....

Before Insanity

Where's the line between boredom and insanity?
Because I think I may be getting close, folks.

I'm almost bored enough to clean.
...Almost.

I miss school, and my brain turning creative circles.
I miss purpose.

Thankfully, summer work schedule will be starting soon,
and hopefully I'll get to be home more.
Once I have something to do it'll be better.

In the mean time, I'll be writing nonsense
and digging up old pictures! <3

Rain on the Roof

Waking to a soft splattering
knee socks and tights
still hidden under sweats,
fuzzy warmth rubbing at my legs,
with pillows and comforters piled high
and eyes drifting back to sleep.
In the darkened room I think,
this is a great feeling.

.being.alive.

Sometimes after work,
when everybody else I know is
still sleeping (=P)
I go for a drive
with the windows down
and the music loud,
without thinking a thought.
It's wonderful.

Today I had the strongest urge
to pull over and run
into a strangers field,
just to bury my feet in the dirt,
overturned, warm on the surface,
and cooled underneath.
I wanted to stand, half planted,
in the sunlight,
and enjoy being alive.

Out of Focus Eyes

I removed my glasses in the rain
and watched the world turn to
smears, all but the
rain slanting in front of my face.

And I walked in the gray
with out of focus eyes
counting the drops against my cheek
and my steps upon the ground.

where i am

Dani and I are late night homework friends

procrastinater friends

silly conversation friends.

Tomorrow is my last day of school,

the end of first year

and i'm so relieved

and yet reluctant to let go.

I miss my bubba.

so many days

full of unshared words

stored up waiting

to be understood.

this is where i am.

:: godson::

{ his chubbiness sends me over the moon }

Watching him being marked as a child of God,

an honor and a privilege <3

Eyes to the Sky

{my girl Dani}
No heavy words today -
just a picture that makes me smile.

Eyes to the sky friends, eyes to the sky.
We're on our way up.

that little girl

this morning, in that moment before awareness

i smelled the warm air suspended in my room

and i remembered

being young in the summer

with dirty feet and tangled hair

running out of the cooled garage

into the white light

across the street to the tree house

carpeted in leaves and shadows

jumping off of rough bark

with hands around twisted rope

to swing out into the sky

and i woke with tears in my eyes,

homesick for that little girl

soon

one of these days

i'm just gonna

shimmy out of this skin


and walk away.


she isn't good for me.

Good Moments

I make her document these days,

even when the grass is freezing our feet

and the spring air is rubbing at our arms.

Because we'll only be here once.

And I want to remember the good moments existed.