Because of Homestuck... I ask people about their signs, so I can shake my head and giggle. When I see a frog, I think of ancient ruins. Computer games seem more life threatening. Trolling has taken on an entirely new meaning for me. I have rethought about the safeness of apple juice. Starry nights are funnier. Ghosts are really cool, whether they be green and saved as a computer background or wandering aimlessly around. Magic 8 balls and cue balls are now very fascinating for me. I secretly despise Betty Crocker and some baking food products. I wonder if people can have different colored b
Sad Blue EyesWhen I was little, my mom used to carry me everywhere. She would cradle my pudgy pale body and rock me back and forth, watching me as I cuddled close to her warm body. My mom's eyes were big and blue, but were always terribly sad when they saw me. On the days when her eyes would become so glossy raindrops fell off her face, my mom would roll up my dress sleeve to reveal a delicate bangle resting around my wrist. "Your number suits you sweet like berries " she would coo in my ear, "Palmer and Rodney don't have numbers as sweet as yours." Her voice would weaken and shake whenever I asked what my number was.I didn't understand why it
WaitingYou don't realize how freaky hospitals are until you walk down the halls full of old people. Everything's always so quiet. Doctors with hushed-but-rushed tones scurry around, and when you finally get to the room-- sharply cut, small and like a deformed heptagonyou look at your father's fake leather slippers which are a red plaid in the inside, your blue middle school track bag your father uses for work and travel, cans of ginger ale and water on the small slender table, and it hits you. Your father was here.Despite this room having light copper doors, light sky blue and white walls, there is a huge red sign which in seventy
The things I learned in preschool Just because baking soda says soda on it, does not make it Pepsi. Carrying around a ruler as a scepter does not make you king of the classroom. An apple a day may keep the doctor away, but not the teacher (or homework)! A story before naptime always helps make your imagination come to life. Even if your classmates draw people like snowmen doesn't mean your stick people aren't cute. When day is done, you could have travelled farther than ever before, but you will always come home eventually. Sometimes, being brave is the only way to do new things (like riding that bike)! The reason
Who would have thought childhood would wash away?As the chalk starts to dissolve in the rainYour tears challenge raindrops to fall fasterDown onto the black umbrellas and gravestonesWashing away the innocence we once knew Demanding we wash away our childish natureAnd start a life somewhere around the carnations
Loving an old oak treeShe twirled about the meadow, wearing a blue dress to match the sky. Running with her, was a boy in new suede shoes, who laughed as he tried to catch her."Come on! Wait up," Cole shouted, running through the crowds of daisies and to a huge oak tree."I told ya! I'm faster than any of you boys!" Claire laughed, as she was sitting at the base of the tree, with a few flowers in her pudgy hands."Yeah, yeah. I let you win." Cole said coolly, rubbing his neck, "You just remember that."Claire giggled, "Sure. Here, sit next to me." She said, in a chirpy tone, patting the ground beside her.Cole glanced at her ocean eyes, maple lips, her terra
You aren't an Adult yet... You should have heard two shattering sounds that September night, one being the sobs of a mother, and the other, a bullet hitting through the thin glass of a coffee shop. I remember conversing with the victim just a day before his name would appear in the obituary pages of the local newspaper. The leaves were dancing off the branches, flaunting off their beauty to the world. The brook we used to play at as children had not yet froze over, but judging by the brisk air that nipped at the tip of both our noses, it soon would be. "Come on Richie