| words that have been laughed at/mocked, little pieces of my heart, secrets masked with excessive punctuation, ramblings not worthy of being called 'poetry', and other such creations. |


one of those days. it was one of those days when you wake up feeling groggy and rub your hands over your eyes a little too hard so that when you open them everything looks too dark to be a morning, and you blink and blink for a while until you realize it's not just you, and it really is dark, and it takes you a while longer until you know the alarm clock went off early, and the whole world is still asleep, and at that moment, you feel like you're the only one in the house that has an awareness of reality right now.one of those days. by ~starcatcher42
and sometimes it's when you listen to pop love songs while writing a business letter, and accidentally end up writing meaningless lyrics instead of


dear dreams, dear dreams,dear dreams, by ~starcatcher42
i remember you being slightly bigger, way back when.
much, much bigger. like, the size of a flying building times an airplane, or the power to control the weather, and be a famous singer and dancer and an awesome kindergarten teacher, all at the same time. or something.
looking back, it seems as though, all the time that i spent growing, you spent shrinking. and your decreasing pattern was probably not linear.
the first things that i think changed you, were the things that i watched and read over and over, and then you became love songs and poems and stories, and i became a character in a novel.
you were still pretty big bac


forever in a nutshell. forever isforever in a nutshell. by ~starcatcher42
the moment when today turns into tomorrow
and tomorrow turns into today
it is
going backward and forward
in circles that grow
infinitely and
forever.it
is the continuum hypothesis
where infinite sets can have different sizes
all too great to contain within a single mind
like the line between insanity and
this.
it is bigger than the biggest imagination of the most imaginative child
and smaller than the smallest mind of the most small-minded man
it is anything divided by zero
and a ribbon in the shape of an eight
it is the lie or promise behind true love and
the faith or wish between heaven and hell
and an illusio
| words that have been laughed at/mocked, little pieces of my heart, secrets masked with excessive punctuation, ramblings not worthy of being called 'poetry', and other such creations. |