Pacific crown of sleeping calderas
Do not wake from your extended siesta
Remain suspended in that afternoon
We’re not ready to say goodbye so soon

1. Three quirks or idiosyncrasies. 
I am a very picky eater when it comes to a lot of foods, but I like nearly every fruit, vegetable and dessert.
I like to eat the chocolate off the outside of candy bar and then eat the middle.
I am very forgetful when it comes to where I leave things or places I am supposed to be, but I have a great memory for random stuff, like what someone said or books...

these days, i feel a little more
afraid than usual 
sometimes i hold my breath 
with no intention of letting it go
as if i'd be falling free of bonds
i'd be tumbling down the waves 
and into somebody's arms
a little wind blew in from the
ripped sky above
it let in a little chill and regret
questions that have
already been dissolved in our mouths
i want to be the one to hold you
even if it hurts
streaming...

Why do authors make metaphors and comparisons to things that will never take a breath like we do once a second? Why is it that we find so much comfort in the nonliving, in an object? We are alive. But we still sympathize with nothing that is capable of showing sympathy. Is this compassion or stupidity? 
I guess we’ll never know. 


*This the number one champion sound*

I don’t know how to pray.

Sometimes I wonder if I am just not beautiful enough, not broken enough for God.   

Your religion is transcendent, sublime. It lives under the mud and above it. I'm jealous of how you expand, full of faith, to fit your constellations. Have you ever seen those gorgeous Georgian frescoes? They're fading now, but that's to be expected, considering they've withstood the Soviet Union and It's collapse.

It’s amazing that Seminary can produce both...

Before I die, I want to ____. 

That's what's written on that same wall he passes by everyday when he goes to school. And every time he had passed it was with those friends of his who never pay attention to things other than those NBA stars. But he notices it every time.

Today, his very last day, he's heading home alone. Not that it matters anymore. He stands there in the vacant park. Emotions suddenly flood his mind like...

Are you watching me
like I’m watching in my peripheral
consciously
recording every footstep, each waver in my way?
You’re rough and out of time
Anxious now
Cruel compulsion drawing you to the one thing
drowning out the world
Drowning out what better sense you had before you hurled
your callous, cold complexion
in my direction
Hungry for a taste of sweet projection
over me

Now there’s one thing,
now there’s us
Then’s a memory
in now we trust

Do...

Creating worlds is something that we do every time we sit down to write. It is fascinating how we can build a whole world from the name down to the population of people.

We can creat anything as far as our imagination will let us.  

We start with a little seedling of an idea that we can use to make an entire galaxy. And in that galaxy are worlds with animals and human beings all made by us.

Creating worlds...

Downtown Passnette on a warm night after rain. Where fickle mercury vapor lamps heaved dragon breath onto the streets, and the windows of office buildings lit up like the LEDs on a life support machine. Sore eyes might've seen Snermit Barth waddling down the sidewalk in a tieless white suit and clot-red cowboy hat, where to? Not even he could tell.
His waddling brought him to a black sedan with two other kids in the back row. Never any grownups....

imagine i am throwing pebbles at your back window
the one your metal headboard presses up against
you push away the curtain and you see me and you see me circling my index finger to say “come downstairs, meet me outside your laundry room”
and you do, and you open your door, and i grab you by the collar of your t-shirt and twist
your face not even an inch from mine
there is a pause, just a second of...

Pacific crown of sleeping calderas
Do not wake from your extended siesta
Remain suspended in that afternoon
We’re not ready to say goodbye so soon

1. Three quirks or idiosyncrasies. 
I am a very picky eater when it comes to a lot of foods, but I like nearly every fruit, vegetable and dessert.
I like to eat the chocolate off the outside of candy bar and then eat the middle.
I am very forgetful when it comes to where I leave things or places I am supposed to be, but I have a great memory for random stuff, like what someone said or books...

these days, i feel a little more
afraid than usual 
sometimes i hold my breath 
with no intention of letting it go
as if i'd be falling free of bonds
i'd be tumbling down the waves 
and into somebody's arms
a little wind blew in from the
ripped sky above
it let in a little chill and regret
questions that have
already been dissolved in our mouths
i want to be the one to hold you
even if it hurts
streaming...

I don’t know how to pray.

Sometimes I wonder if I am just not beautiful enough, not broken enough for God.   

Your religion is transcendent, sublime. It lives under the mud and above it. I'm jealous of how you expand, full of faith, to fit your constellations. Have you ever seen those gorgeous Georgian frescoes? They're fading now, but that's to be expected, considering they've withstood the Soviet Union and It's collapse.

It’s amazing that Seminary can produce both...

Before I die, I want to ____. 

That's what's written on that same wall he passes by everyday when he goes to school. And every time he had passed it was with those friends of his who never pay attention to things other than those NBA stars. But he notices it every time.

Today, his very last day, he's heading home alone. Not that it matters anymore. He stands there in the vacant park. Emotions suddenly flood his mind like...

Are you watching me
like I’m watching in my peripheral
consciously
recording every footstep, each waver in my way?
You’re rough and out of time
Anxious now
Cruel compulsion drawing you to the one thing
drowning out the world
Drowning out what better sense you had before you hurled
your callous, cold complexion
in my direction
Hungry for a taste of sweet projection
over me

Now there’s one thing,
now there’s us
Then’s a memory
in now we trust

Do...

Creating worlds is something that we do every time we sit down to write. It is fascinating how we can build a whole world from the name down to the population of people.

We can creat anything as far as our imagination will let us.  

We start with a little seedling of an idea that we can use to make an entire galaxy. And in that galaxy are worlds with animals and human beings all made by us.

Creating worlds...

Downtown Passnette on a warm night after rain. Where fickle mercury vapor lamps heaved dragon breath onto the streets, and the windows of office buildings lit up like the LEDs on a life support machine. Sore eyes might've seen Snermit Barth waddling down the sidewalk in a tieless white suit and clot-red cowboy hat, where to? Not even he could tell.
His waddling brought him to a black sedan with two other kids in the back row. Never any grownups....

and for a moment, i saw you,
hair spilling out of what i think is called a messy bun
that was
getting ever-messier by the second.

you noticed the unraveling immediately, of course.
your eyes widened like a deer's,
frozen with the knowledge that at that moment,
control was no longer in your grasp,
and it might be your undoing.

i saw your hands trembling
as they tried to gather every loose strand into place.
you needed things to be...

Jealousy is a feeling I know too well. I took a personality test and I got ESFJ I don't even fully understand what the heck that means but one of the things it says when you look it up is that they get jealous very easily and need to feel approved and appreciated ngl I was very confused I thought they just read my brain and put it on a website because I do feel that and I'm emotional and...