[Poetry] I have three kids and two hands, which means someone is always getting a lesson in patience. That someone is usually me.
[Poetry] Don't tell me that you're feeling fine Because I won't pretend it's true - It will all get better soon -
[Short Story] The funny thing is that I'm just the messenger. No postal worker cries this much when they deliver a letter.
Imagine a world where you only saw in black and white unless you were in love.
I slice my hands on your paper heart with every fold as I try to return you to who you once were. This lesson is one I should know cannot be mended with creases. Like the cuts on my fingertips masked with a bandage, a hidden tear still leaves a scar.
When we feel as if we're running out, we try to buy time. When we have a bit extra to spare, we spend it. When we want to show someone how much they mean to us, we spend it on them; when we can, we spend it together.
It's a funny thing, love. I've heard people say that when you fall in love, your heart beats faster. But this...this was nothing like I'd imagined.
Why do we torture ourselves? We submit to these shows and books and movies that rip out our hearts and make us watch as they stop beating in our hands. We know what we're getting. So why? Why do we torture ourselves?
It's never too late to fly Unless you jump without pixie dust. [84 more words]
[Short Story] "It started out like any other night, you know? Just the two of us, sitting there on the porch, just relaxing with a thirty pack—"