Magazinetastic

He smiled

She said, “Your personality looked better in the magazine”

Confused, he stuttered, then fell silent

She said, “I thought ‘we could be good together’

Then you opened your mouth

And dead words fell out

I think the hairsprays doing some damage”

Short Conversations

And then she told him
I cannot simple exist for you
I was made for more than you

Then she turned and walked away

Through the mist of the sprinkler in the front yard
Down the sidewalk
And rode away on her tricycle
Off into the sunset...

37 Days, 14 hours, And 2 Minutes

Please tell me what you think about this poem. Critique me. I want to make it better! 

37 Days, 14 hours, And 2 Minutes
-B

I still remember the first time our lips met

We were innocent then

We didn’t know about politics and pain

We didn’t know the pressures of society

Or the expectations that would soon weight us down

We were children playing house

I was the wife

You were the husband

It all seemed so easy, carefree

Then we grew up

You have a job that lets you travel the world

The job that I dreamed of having

I have a job that ties me to this town

The town we grew up in

The town we learned about life in

The place I have learned to simply exhist in

Today marks:

37 days

14 hours and

2 minutes since I last saw you

I lost track of the last time I talked to you

Probably some time in high school

When you realized I was weighing you down

You found new friends

And you found new vices

I still dream of the night that we spent

Watching the meteor shower

That night in June before high school

Somehow our hands entertwined

And everything felt right

Your palm hugging mine in an intimate embrace

I wish I could tell you

How I feel, how I have always felt

I watch those sappy romantic movies

And wish we were the characters

I feel silly marking the days

But it helps me get by

Helps me get through each day

Knowing that one day you might come back

And see me and love me again

Unrequieted love until then…

Take It Back

I asked you once if you believed I could fly

You told me I could do anything

Now I know you can do anything too

'Cause I am sitting here in the picture window

Watching you cram your suitcases in a taxi 

With a piece of my heart packed in with your toothpaste

If I could do this all over again I would ask you kindly

If you could leave my heart intact

'Cause right now I would give anything to take my love back

Lets Get This Started

Sometimes I simply cry for the world around me
I cry happy tears and sad tears alike
My heart longs for the world to see its potential
And to believe that it can be better
I see the strides that some in the world are taking
To make things just a little better
And I begin to wonder
What if we all started to do the same?

Who knows.

The last first semester of my college career at my current school is almost over. I have 3 finals to complete before I start my break. I keep imagining and dreaming about what I am going to be doing this time next year. I hope that I have a job. I hope that I will be working in non-profit where my heart is. But the thing is, no matter what I hope, imagine, or dream I don't know what I am going to be doing. And that scares me. I like to know what is happening at least 3 months before hand, especially when it is something like a full time job, the beginnings of a career. I pray that no matter what I am doing by this time next year, that I am doing what God wants me to do. That is all I can hope for and all I can plan for, because I don't know where my life will take me in the next year let alone the next month. Maybe I will write a post around this time next year from somewhere new, with the beginnings of my career stretching out before. Until then I will pray for God's leading.