Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Lesson learned

Don't ever hand over your heart to a man who doesn't live to make you smile.

Friday, September 21, 2012

1:11 a.m.


I once had a boyfriend who said the sound of my footsteps were too loud.

I once had a boyfriend who tortured me with his insanity and terrorized me on his motorcycle.

I once had a boyfriend who almost never took me anywhere, and who never gave me a gift.

I once had a suitor who made me feel like a stranger, and I once had a lover who belonged to someone else.

Now I have someone who possesses everything I want and everything I need, and what he wants from me is everything, and what he wants to give me...is everything.

I get it now. I get it all.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

The Essence of Student, by Annie Kosh


I am the essence of student
I am chins against palms,
I am eyes half closed in a place between here and there.
I am groans held in,
I am minds aching for release.

I am the essence of student
My brain is the notebook everyone writes in.
I am a notebook stuffed to capacity.
I am the cry for success, and at the same time the cry for distraction.
I am the barricade in my own path.

I am the essence of student
I am laughter echoing in the halls.
I am whispers and nudges and sideways glances.
I am tentative smiles searching for approval,
I am the constant, pounding thought, "maybe I'm not good enough."

I am the essence of student
I am sneaker-clad feet propped up on chairs and arms crossed.
I am the taste cafeteria lunch leaves on your tongue,
the same taste as knowing you failed that test.
I am mouths that spit gum into trash cans and then take more,
I am passionate voices spoken out of turn.

I am the essence of student
I am curiosity etched into every part of you,
I am the spark of interest in your heart, desperate to remain alight.
I am tongues stuck out corners of mouths, pencils scribbling furiously.
I am the first easy breath that fills you when you realize it might all be worth it.

Saturday, September 08, 2012

Defeeted

I always said I could never be with a man who wore cowboy boots, until I met the love of my life. He could wear cowboy boots, zebra stripped slippers, even florescent green Crocs and I would still love him the same.

Friday, September 07, 2012

More than words

He tells me he's by my side,

Wednesday, September 05, 2012

Fed

Blueberry jam on toast,
coffee.
Sunlit filled kitchen-
I cook for him, he plays for me.

Sweetness and fire,
breathing with ease.
nothing to want,
nothing to crave,
because everything is offered-
as freely and as often as breakfast.