The Randoms
Vision

I’ve stared at you because I loved you

I’ve stared at you because your shape and lines personified an elemental essential for me.

I’ve stared at you because I could glimpse God.

But all those memories are gone, now.

I don’t know what I saw.

Because all I see, even when I close my eyes, is the look on your face…

…when your hands reached for my throat

For the

Very.

Last.

Time.

And today, because really, this is the best way to study. The fan helps blow the information right into the brain.

And today, because really, this is the best way to study. The fan helps blow the information right into the brain.

Yesterday’s work - because English and History are so stressful…

Mnemonic

There are some days
And even longer nights

When all you can do
Is remember:

The stars are still there

And hold on.

Sometimes instead of writing, it helps to draw. Points if you know which characters and what book. Bonus points if you know what chapter/scene :-) (I should probably mention, it’s not “complete” yet - but this is the stage I’m letting it rest at for now).

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Today’s study subject.
Yes, I know, “sagging” is the common fashion statement. And slippers. And Nike.

Today’s study subject.

Yes, I know, “sagging” is the common fashion statement. And slippers. And Nike.

“Round and around and around and around we go.”

For Rachel Titolo-See, her lovely students, and my beloved friends. Diamonds. Each and every one of you, as unique, sparkling, and amazingly, incredibly, irreplaceably beautiful, unfathomably valued and valuable.

Stars. 

Like diamonds in the sky.

There Is…

There is a peace that comes
after we speak,
and 
after we meet
in that quiet space
where my mind
touches
yours.

There is a peace that comes
from the knowing
and the seeing
and the bone and blood deep
feeling
that doesn’t scream
about connection
but instead
whispers in soothing breezes,
shines down like star light
and
flows as easily as tears,
beating and pulsing even beyond the heart
that carries it.

There is a peace that comes
carried by the words
“I won’t let go.”

Schoolin’ ghetto style II