Earl Grey

I strive for the, "how's your day"
to mean, "how are you handling your situation,"
from people.

I strive for the, "I hope you're doing well"
to mean, "If not, how the fuck can I help you,"
from people.

Where did smiling back at each other go?
What about the, "Take a penny, leave a penny,"

where did you go?

"I had compassion once, but not when I don't get anything back."

It is because of you that we like our evenings

low key.

It is because of you that we no longer serve

tea.

I'm just saying.

AAA

I never see light,

I only wish for it.

And when you start wishing for something for so long,

you start to believe it,

hear it,

feel it,

know it,

and then maybe it is truth.

Maybe you are just seeing the glass as half empty
when it really is half full,

and you really do have that much water left

to drink.

Midterms

There is no such thing as a set back.

What it means is that you have momentarily failed
and perhaps the moment has made you
subconsciously
stop aspiring for what comes next,
and momentarily
you no longer want to move forward,
or do anything.

But don't see this as a set back.
Find a story,
become a character,
be the girl crushing on the quarter back,
or the boy fighting in the war,
give it an hour,
maybe find another story,
or a longboard,
or road to ride it,
or a song to hide it,
it's not a set back.

it's just this moment,
and I promise,

it will be over soon.

Rush Week

there are friends,
and
there are friends.

some for photos,
some make you look good in public,
some make you look bad in public.
some are for drinking with,
some for laughter,
some for chatter,
and some for gossip.

Some you wish you could fix,
some keep you healthy,
and some are for bad choices.

Some know your mother,
some hang out with you just for your brother,
some are for hand shakes,
and some still need your address.

Some listen,
some come around quite often,
some sit,
some watch
and some make you glisten.
Some complain,
some don't know what to say when you complain.
Some are for consistency,
and some are for a yearly
catch up over coffee.

Some you kiss,
some you touch,
some hardly hug,
some hold your hair back,
or your dress up,
or your shit
while you're buying more stuff.

some are simply for the art of survival,
and others are for absolutely no reason at all.

and most you love.

but some,

some are for all of the above.

Crusty Eyelids

Is this what it has come to?

I figured it like a fad,

fading with a better color or a more recognizable flutter,

it could have been like that.

Like one of those key necklaces, or the overalls or the long dresses,

you would fade like the rest. 

And easily. 

Don’t get me wrong,

I would have fought for you,

I would have cleared the path whether it 

with the side of my palm 

or the tip of my shoe,

I would have.

But as I blinked, and kept rubbing my eyes,

sometimes crusty from the sleep

that came after the tears and the long night,

you were here. 

And not just here..

you were a touch,

a whisper,

a scent,

a quiver,

a moment, 

a flicker,

that never went..

and so you know,

whoever you are,

that a flicker,

with the right amount of energy 

and with maybe some water,

is an explosion..

that you are fully and deeply unaware

of
that you have suddenly started.

so put out my fire,

or i'll burn down the whole city..

and who wants to see it go?
Really?