• poems,  poetry


    walked past her house every other day going to jason’s or ben’s house snow white husky behind a chainlink fence i would crane my neck hoping to see her her hair glowed in sunlight and in shade green eyes cut into me i never talked to her but had conversations with her in my head we had everything in common favorite color and lucky number 8 a perfect match made of my own delusion i would make sure we never met walked past her house and mumbled what i would say if i had the nerve never talked to her didn’t want to break the dream of nervous infatuation j-

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    “For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can’t readily accept the God formula, the big answers don’t remain stone-written. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command nor faith a dictum. I am my own god. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”