I. Roots
We’re making plans like I will see him again.
He’s acting like I will.
But where he’s going isn’t good. It isn’t good.
An airplane flies overhead and that’s where he’ll be in eleven days,
in the sky, flying through our uncondensed stratosphere,
thirty thousand feet above the ground, which is where I am planted
like a seed
spreading my roots and growing up,
learning to accept that my friends don’t have to stay planted with me.

Edit: I wrote this to practice telling a story starting at the present and telling what happened in the past through the characters.
It also happens to be from a dream that I had a week or two ago. :) me and dreams...

You are completely consuming my mind.
I want you out now, I want you gone.
I hate it when I feel the impending dread in my chest,
Sinking & plowing down through my organs.
Your exit is nearer than I am prepared for,
I need to see you but I can’t seem clingy—
But I am, I’m clinging, I‘m clinging for dear life,
On the edge, it’s so precarious, and you are so close.
Why did you have to make these changes so abruptly?
I’ve just gotten to the point where I think, “Yes, maybe.”

I. Just a Girl
Get back over here
Don’t talk to her, talk to me
I don’t like the haughty way
She held her head when she
Told you to come closer
I don’t like her
Heavy red lipstick
I don’t like the way
She reached out and
Hugged your shoulders
I don’t like
Her
Flirting with you.

I am a terrible person. If I said that out loud, I would be met with scores of replies from friends who think I am just having a bad day, or being just a little insecure. But I can trust you guys to take me at my word - I am a bad person. Not in an "everyone's a sinner" kind of way, but in a truly horrible "I hurt the people around me" kind of way. The part of me that still feels like I must always tell the truth shudders a little when truth or dare comes around, and I thank my lucky stars that everybody knows me as more of a "dare" kind of gal.

These boots were made for walkin', walkin' down life's roads;
But this hand was made for holdin' though whose hand I don't know.
I guess for now I'm waitin' here for you, my knight in the cowboy boots.
Though when he'll come I don't know, and if he'll come, I don't know, but 'til then, or when, I'll be waitin' here for my knight in the cowboy boots.
So whoever you are, wherever you are, know that I'll be true, 'cause God made you for me, and He made me for you.

*WARNING* Some mature thematic content. There is mention of drugs and other forms of abuse, which is obviously not put in a positive light. It's a pretty dark storyline, but the story itself is not particularly dark, if that makes sense.

I. Linguist
i gravitate towards words that
provide a certain image
just a flash of color
like clarity is aquamarine
and nomadic is grainy like sand
i think of these words this way
because it helps me to understand them
why is generous deep red
and why is decoding slate grey
i like the click of the tongue that comes
when you say the word colloquial
the hard c, the clear l, the qu unquestionable
maybe this is why i’m a linguist
i like how people talk.

Ne're a day goes by
That I don't close my eyes
And sigh, wishing you were here.
But God knows the future
Just like He knows the past;
And even if I don't understand,
God still has a perfect plan.
He holds today and tomorrow:
Just like He held yesterday,
His Divine will is perfect,
And in my weakness He strengthens me.
I can have joy even when I cry for you,
And I can sleep in peace at night.
I know that I may see you someday,
Even if someday isn't tomorrow,
Someday farther in the future,

Glass Heart