Doodlepip
love is, the furry creature you happen to love sleeping next to you whilst you type.
love is, letting you take half the pizza between three of us because of PMT
love is, opening the windows when the headaches and white spirit doesn't bother me anymore; though it should
love is, not coddling, nor suffocating, nor obsessing,
love is, sometimes not fun, sometimes exhilarating, sometimes damn well scary,
I haven't even got to romance yet.
Love is; she types, noting the title; premium
lol
We jumped up the two steps and fell into the porch, laughing. Today had been a good day.
It shouldn't have been, but it was.
It had been raining, the most perfect rain. It was the dancing in the rain sort of rain.
We weren't dancing now though. Now our feet were sore and in desperate need of a glass of milk and a sit down.
I chuckled at my little brother, barely little anymore though, as he tripped on the last step, falling into us. Margie shushed me as a cackle escaped my lips. I mimed zipping them shut and she rolled her eyes at me, but I saw the corners of her lips smirking as she looked for the front door key.
I heard a jingle, the turn of the lock and then we were in.
The adolescent girl sitting on their sofa got up and brushed away the guilty crumbs off her sweater.
She met Margie's gaze and I began to creep up the stairs; mindful of the one creaky step near the top.
"How was she?"
I heard the smile on her lips as she answered, "Perfect. Your daughter is an angel"
I passed the creaky step and pushed the door slightly ajar, in the crack of light that streaked over her crib, I saw the sleeping girl with the teddy that I had given her earlier this evening under one arm.
"Good night baby" I whispered before closing the door once more.
I wish I said the right things
and did the right things
and always was able to smile
if you were in need of a friend
but sometimes I feel drained
and so close to tears, and frustration
and anger
that I can't be there
and smile
and tell you everythings going to be fine
because I don't know
i wish I did
This rooms getting really messy again, isnt it?
yes. yes it is, but i prefer to call it a collage of clothes, placed carefully about the floor; not quite in your way, but enough to hide the purple stain from when we decided dying our hair was a good idea.
After ranting about today's problems, I often go and sit in a cafe. I have my own seat, just by the window, its morning always and birds are singing. that Fresh bread smell is wafting through the air and I just sit and let my problems dissipate. I've been lying of course. That place doesn't exist. At least, not here.
Geometric shapes
So sharp are the edges that cut
at the page
My head hurts
Like little drops of paint
have exploded in my mind
My judgements clouded
my emotions in turmoil
I need structure
like geometric shapes
'Oh, um... y'know' He stepped back, wiping his hands on his jeans.
'Dan?'
'What?! I didn't take anything!' He replied; smiling. He held his hands out: Empty.
'Dan!'
He mumbled and ran upstairs, a white piece of paper poking out of his back pockets.
Dear Microsoft
I've been putting this off for a while but I realize now that this just isn't working. Me and you. I've tried not to look at your opposition, and believe me I've tried. Averted gazes and spit is what they used to get. But I can't take it anymore. I'm an animator! Or at least I'm one the road to being one. I just- Look, I would say that its not you, but it is you, you're just not them.
Apple. I'm not saying that the delicious fruit is better than you, but they're the way forward for me.
Sorry I've taken so long to speak my mind.
ahead. I've seen this word before. Should I write? Just as I had done yesterday? Why? Why do waste my time sitting on the floor wondering where I'll be in the 2024. FuckShitBugger sorry needed to type those words. to break the boundaries that hadn't been formed. to kick the wall although its made of glass and the other side doesn't come close to where I am. I'm being called. Someone once said, 'Dinner'
and I, as I have done everyday, replied 'Coming'
So much life.
Looking forward is something that everyone tells you to do; good times, bad times they'll all pass if you look to far ahead.
How do you know where your feet will take you if you don't look down and watch them?
I don't know, sometimes I'm just scared I suppose. Of what's ahead.