All These PeopleI talk with all these peopleand they make me smilesome make me laughbut nevernever as much as you do.
JoeSo once upon a time there was this awesome man named joe. Joe was epic, he had many epic friends and had many epic ideas. Joe was very awesome, loved nurses, did well and school and was overall amazing and under appreciated. (or so thought Nicole the dragon)Unfortunately his epic ness was frequently tied down by his semi epic schoool. His school was epic because it was green, and apparently had climate control rooms and epic toilets that had different flushing buttons, or something like that. It was also in New England area and New England area is epicness in itself, you can't hate on that.They assigned him projects that were long an obnoxious. Joe had been working on this assignment for many many many many many many, well you get the idea, many days. It seemed like the assignment was never going to end.These assignments pissed off Nicole, one of joe's epic friends, because she was like the dragon in all the stories, she guarded Joe jealously?So one day. Joe sat down and worked on
Think ButterfliesI think of youand some wordsand I feel these butterflies.They start small and lowbut they grow bigger and biggeruntil they're fluttering aroundin my stomachmaking me smile,and knowing that some dayI'll be able to sayI love you.
airportThe airplanes.I see them take offand it makes me want to grow upand fly a plane myself.I sit and stareout the windowwaiting for my flight to depart.I watch the business mentype type typeaway on their computersabout some trival thingthat I could care less about.I watched passengers walk withfully loaded suitcasesin the main area.I watch children be dragged aroundby half awake parents.I stuff my earphones into my earsand hope that time will pass quicklyI'm anxious tofly out to Californiaand be with the best friendI haven't seen in forever.And when my flight is finally called,I can think back and laughat how I swore I saw an Elvish impersonatorat the Raleigh/Durhamn airport.
Dark WhiteMy room was blank, bare, almost completely empty. There was a foam thing that molded to my body when I laid on it. It sat in the right hand corner on the floor. This was all I had in my room. There were no bedside tables, no chairs, no dressers; nothing.Everything, which was nothing, in the room was blindingly bright. Everything was white. It frequently gave me headaches since blue eyes tend to be more sensitive to light then other coloured eyes.My clothes, they were the only thing that were coloured in the room. They were dark blue. In my room I looked like a violent bruise on an albino person.This, all the whiteness except for my blue clothing, was what made up my room. It didn't change much over the course of my seventeen years of living. The only thing that changed were the people. It was actually only one person that changed, besides from me. When I was a baby, I had a Watcher. The Watcher would stay in my room with me and make sure I didn't whine through the night. The Watcher
Missing ChairIt was a crisp autumn morning. Delilah arose to the smell of coffee and an empty bed. Her girlfriend Hope was already downstairs making breakfast and getting ready for work. Delilah smiled, it was her and Hope's two year anniversary of being together. She couldn't be happier.Pulling on a blouse and a knee length skirt, Delilah started getting ready. She brushed her hair back into her customary bun, and quickly applied some eyeliner and mascara.Hope came into the bathroom and snaked her arms around Delilah."Mmm.. good morning," Hope said, kissing the back of Delilah's head. She smiled into the mirror."Happy anniversary," Delilah grinned as she looked at her girlfriend through the mirror.Two years of hatred from gay bashers and rejections of all kinds. It took two years to get where they were now.Delilah glanced at her delicate silver watch that Hope gave her last year for their first anniversary."Wow, it's already past eight am. I got to go," Delilah turned around and kissed Hope