Hard To Get

Library Ladders & Dreams

“If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories — science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.” 
― Ray Bradbury 

A Low Blow

A Chance

You try and explain a chance you didn’t take, but the only part in your voice that makes sense is the fear that’s shadowing over every word you speak—so you stop talking, because you can’t even stand to hear this voice that’s stemmed from your head and not your heart. You brush your teeth, you slide and dance happily slipping in your white socks across the wooden floors of your home. You smile and twirl—but there’s tears in your eyes, your hearts heavy and you feel it with every turn. You open the door, then you close it. You do it again—it’s part of your routine, your try to prove that nothings changed, that you’re okay, but there’s a heaviness that surrounds you, thats birthed from your innards,  and slowly it’s destroying you. You brush your teeth but your heart aches and routines feel like the heaviest weights you have to drag around without choice.
So you whiten your teeth, you buy new shoes and a new dress. But then you drink a pot of coffee, you don’t go anywhere in your new shoes and no one even compliments you on your dress because no one can see you when you’re hidden away with your heavy heart and your regrets. And it’s then, that you realize things are temporary, beauty is vain and fears will always come and go — but when you’re given a chance, an opportunity to risk the comforts that keep you sane and boring, those won’t come every day…and when they do you have to jump, you have to say YES, you have to be ready…

Guesses & Dreams

I guess I’m not your baby,
I guess I’m not the one.
I guess I’m not your lobster bisque, your penguin kiss—
The one you fall asleep with on the phone.

I guess I’m not your fairy tale,
Your Princess Bride, your Sleeping Beauty.
I guess I’m not ‘The End’ to
Your Happily Ever ending.

Wind-up Boy

Mornings With You

Morning blend, dark blend, kona blend, organic blend.
Any blend will do.
If  it’s  black,  toxic—  and  with  you.

Peanut Butter

Peanut butter on my mind
Peanut butter all the time
Peanut butter left or right
Peanut butter when I write.

Peanut butter with my neighbors
Peanut butter while I’m bathing
Peanut butter when I’m craving
Dark raw choc-o-late.

Peanut butter while I’m hyper
Peanut butter when I’m docile
Peanut butter on a date
Peanut butter for my heartbreak.

No One

CRAZY.

I hope you think I’m crazy.
I hope you think I’m crazy.
I hope you think I’m crazy.