You throw your head back laughing,

Can we step back and breathe, 

just for a second. 

That humming behind the thoughts of insecurity.

It's there. 

Marching triumphantly through these hours awaiting, 

the inevitable has come, dahling. 

Just spin as fast as you can, 

and then collapse. 

Because staying here, pretending, just being here;

it's all a lie. 

The difficulty behind words without true meaning. 

The labels.

This general. 

It doesn't exist. 

We decide upon others, what we need to put on ourselves, 

but this zing of gold, shatters of glass, and overgrown ends is 

quite honestly ruling peace. 

My sink drips.

The clips hold what you want to stay, 

force it to stay, do it. Do it. Do it.

But why?

Leave, please just leave. 

Don't look back over through this clouded window, the drips of water sliding through the backdrop of an undecided future, 

Cling to that of hope, and run.

Handlebar scuffs, pointed toes, and those guarded smiles. 

Fly away, butterfly. 

Musky Morning

If I were honest, 
I would say that I want to be better. 
The Career Fair is supposed to be somewhere to go and network, and possibly land a job. 
I don't want a job from the Career Fair. 
I want something more.
And me wanting something more might leave me with nothing. 
But I almost would rather have nothing than something that I don't want. 
Bring me somewhere else.

Dignified Criminals

So, this is it. 
You'll reach a point of regretful shame,
turn to see a white flutter, 
and cry. 
You'll burn the thoughts, 
hate the worry, 
and run until you fall, ruptured. 
This season is screaming. 
Can you see I'm unaffected?
Run, child. Run. 

Falling Notes of Ambiguous Exchange

How would you interpret it, 
if the sunset faded to unexpected colors, 
the music became classical, 
and the pointed toes painted sparkle in the air?
If voices were subdued, 
engines stopped running, 
and wildlife were no longer frightened?
Would you crave mystery?
If pages stopped being printed, 
the flowers bloomed hesitantly,
and people ventured out of their houses?
-To travel to a place where this is possible.
Please remember the softness, 
since emotions hold peaceful control.

Remarkable

There's a little fear, 
a lot of wonder, 
and an ounce or so of anger left. 
Unleash the excitement, 
those exuberant droned colors of fall,
and love. 

Crinkled Dollar Splits and Oreos

I wish someone would just tell me what to do.
To run. 
To stay. 
To leap free of regret.
Creative minds drive my ambitious nature. 
These paper doll outfits and painted on smiles are tiring the hair whips of fabulous emotions. 
To gallop away with fear and determination.
Be brave with your words, don't hide behind false emotion, and spread the love of genuine being through the small town streets of plastic.
Because this is all there is,
and it's absolutely marvelous.

Hesitated but Excitedly Awaited

This month marks my Senior Year in college.
I want to explore, I want to learn.
This blog will start to reflect my adventures, 
rather than just my words.