Seventeen

You taste like burnt coffee and late night cigarettes.

Nothing but bad decisions,

I love it.

You pop the screen out of my window and we sneak to your truck.

But we don't ....

We don't even leave my drive way.

Instead we lay in the tail bed looking at the stars.

You tell me you're scared-- I asked of what?

You told me it was my eyes. They sucked you in like gravity held us down. You didn't understand that butterflies could be felt in your toes.

You said you had never thought someone was as beautiful as the sun, the moon, and all the light of the world until you realized that I was the universe.

And you love me.

Before we popped the screen back in I kissed those sweet lips of yours, and that's when I think we knew it was real.



Creative Response 1/29/16

He whistled; There goes the bride as blood and tears streamed down his face.
Oh it really was quite the disgrace.
Dressed in white head to toe, she had never looked so beautiful in all the time he knew her.
It all seemed to happen in slow motion. One minute she's saying her vows, the next, you know...
It was really not a good idea to invite her ex husband. Especially knowing how much he loved hunting...
That crossbow strung and there the bride hung. Dead at the alter.
It shot her body right against the tree. Her blood ran straight down it.
He did not know what to think, his bride had just been murdered.
He sat and he stared as he touched the blood dripping like sap off of the old oak.
So many tears streamed down his face as he whistled, there goes my bride.

Whiskey Goodbye

Lately your lips are like winter and your words, like the Sahara.

I always try to be like June with you, sunny and vibrant.

I give you my heart, and you say I have yours.

Feels more like a liver to me.

Drink me away,

You drink so much lately. 

I know someone else has that heart of yours. Your soul has run out on me. 

We are over,

Pass me the whiskey. 

Life at sea- photo response

 I am the girl on the ladder, leaning too close to the edge,

sometimes I wish I was the girl on top of the sea turtles head. 

The girl on the ladder is lost

Looking out the window 

There are no more steps to allow her to climb out

She's trapped in the void.

I wish I was the girl in pink and blue with balloons. 

She looks so happy and found.

She knows just who she is. 

I sure wish I did. 

The Sun Will Rise Again

Cherry red lips as plump as peaches

Kiss me once, gently like air.

This is goodbye, goodbye to those lips I love.

Eyes like sharp emeralds dancing in starlight.

Look at me once, soak me in.

This is goodbye, my last look into your eyes.

Put your hand on my back, caress me again.

Hold me one last time, with love.

Breathe; without me-- let me go.

I am gone now but still think of you:

often when I see the sun.

Could it be that you are my sun?

My eternal warmth and happiness.

My love revolves around you like the Earth.

It’s too bad we said goodbye my love.

No longer can you be my sun.

I am gone now.

I can breathe without you. I’ve let go.

I’ll remember you when I see the sun.

A Story Of Life

A Story Of Life

Not Mine, But Someone's

    

    She could never allow herself to feel tied down again. They all left her, cheated, and abused her heart. It was the boys she could not love that loved her most, while she loved the ones most who could not love her. She cries, and cries. Soon she realizes, it’s not just relationships that she can no longer commit to, but also sports, school, friends. She no longer can commit; she is drowning in fear. How will she ever feel the love? After all, if there’s anything that everyone needs it is to feel like there’s someone in the universe that can love them. She felt alone, she felt as if something was wrong with her. But what? What did she ever do to drive everyone away? She was goofy, and passionate, adventurous, and daring. She had no fears except for love, her biggest dream. She was seventeen then.

   She’s twenty-six now with two kids, and a husband. The loneliness was cured. She "got over” her commitment issues at twenty when a sweet college boy showed her what appreciation meant. She had never felt as precious as a flower until he touched her. He loved her and she loved his love. She stared at her baby girl, back came that old fear. She felt her seventeen year old heartbreaks like they were fresh. She’s scared for her daughter's future, and worried that she will have the same misfortunes. The woman stared at her son now, and promised to commit to making him the best man she could. He wouldn’t objectify women, he wouldn’t lie or cheat. Back at her daughter she looked and promised to commit to teaching self love, and independence.

    Eighteen years pass and she is forty-two now. Still happily in love with her college boys love. Her daughter is twenty and wants to bring her boyfriend home for Christmas. Throughout the daughter’s teen years her mother would check every guy out that little Suzie liked. She always called it from the get-go when they were no good, which was every time thus far. Suzie hated feeling as if her mom was trying to sabotage who she could or could not be with. Mom liked the boy at christmas. “That’s new,” Suzie thought.