Aley

summer is - Number Seventy-four summer is freshly cut grass and the remnants it leaves behind. summer is frigid popsicles, broken in two and dripping on the sidewalk. summer is ...

famine - Number Seventy-three head throbbing, i lay on the bathroom floor, half-dressed. this is when i am at my rawest. this is when i am aching. only time can ...

universe - Number Seventy-two supposedly, the big bang puked up the universe, i guess we're similar in that aspect. This one seems very melodramatic but also very bland compared to ...

it is 5:30 am and i am sleepless, watching the waxing gibbous moon shine through the haze. sleep has eluded me tonight, and once again, i do not know why. ...

26 is... ouch. Wow. That one is a hard one to read. Love the content, but that one gets rather touching rather fast and I know there are things to ...

Dandelion - Number Eighty-nine I made a wish with a dandelion that you would never speak to me again. Let's just hope that holds. I want more on this one. ...

27 is like, Oh My God, that is sooo cheesy, but I knew if someone wrote something like that, I would take it as a challenge and be loving every ...

April - Number Eighty-eight Mother's name. A month that I have bloomed over the course of. May we learn how to tie our shoes and ride our rusted bikes. oh ...

May - Eighty-seven May approaches and I still haven't worked up the courage to try and talk to you. But that's okay, because summer and I will be reunited soon. ...

slumber - Number Twenty-six there, you stood alone, brooding in the praire. back to an old oak tree, hoary with age. inside, an owl slumbered, silent. This sounds a lot ...

Best Friends My soul is a car smoldered so hot the pavement has melted beneath me. I've created an asphalt box of my decay and you adhere to it, afraid ...

Empty Chair You are the missing beside me the silent whisper of regrets and louder screams of anger. We were so close before, you would hold my hand cradle my ...

Dreams of Google Atop the brevity of green which is our summer grass you lose gravity, and dance upon the clouds Screaming towards the sky as it collapses beneath you ...

in hail her To gape at you is to see Nature's purity, your beauty is of the skies for I cannot help but fall anaphylactically, and close my dead eyes.

Safety Scissors She was the dancing golden blonde ringlet girl of Saranip before it was her time to play with scissors, snip, snip .