"If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!"
-Shel Silverstein

Chelsea.
21.
Journalism/Creative Writing.
Incurably Ridiculous.
Enjoy!

 

Each stroke of the brush
reminds me of the hammer
I swung seven years straight
serving time.

Each bird that flew
seemed nothing more than
a marred swipe in a sky
that was not mine.

Nights were not mine,
though nights were not theirs —
both of us invisible
in our world.

Haiku for You, Sir

I’d like to spoil
You with my wit and fuck you
Til’ you scream my name.

I promise I’m not
sad. Long distances just keep
me lost in your eyes.

Do you remember
that night in bed when we said,
“Nothing will break us.”

I miss us in bed
Naked, in love, wondering
how long it will last.

Mike Huckabee called me a slut. :( He’s a fellow Arkansan — I thought he was one of my Uncle Sugars!

I fancy myself as a stay-at-home unicorn and self-certified electrician.

Getting the fellow a mother fucking burger stuffer for Valentine’s Day because I’m romantic as fuck.