Dember fourth journal entry It’s December fourth.Dember fourth journal entry by ~Sasukesadork
After physics. Before 11am.
I have enough in my car
that I could just leave.
Toothbrush, clothes, laptop, a book.
I wonder how many of my classes I’d pass
without going to finals next week.
I wonder where I’d go.
Full tank of gas.
This could be life changing.
But I’m not going.
There are the moments people come to regret.
I’m in Lorain, at the beach.
I left the college
and drove here, I listened
to Lorde’s first album.
The gulls are everywhere
A woman said good morning to me
as she passed.
A man was talking to someone on the phone
All the Christmas decorations are up
Last night I was talking to Danny.
He said, he only has $36 left on his meal plan
for the next week and a half.
He said his checking account i
The Different Ways To Say I Love You“Do you like my beard?”The Different Ways To Say I Love You by ~Sasukesadork
“I like it shorter.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I like you.”
“But not my beard.”
“It’s so scratchy!” “But you don’t have to cut it short for me.”
“But you want me to.”
“I just want you.” “You could grow your beard to the floor and I’d still want you.”
“What would you do, if I grew it to the floor.”
“Well, braid it, obviously. With flowers and colored yarn. And then you could tuck it into your belt, like a dwarf.”
“Yeah, but you’d have to braid my hair, too. You’d have to learn to braid.”
“With flowers and colored yarn.”
“All the way to the floor. We’d have to live in the forest, then.”
“We’d be matted with twigs and leaves, then.”
“When it got to ratty, I w
Poem and Circumstance One: The Poem I Wrote In The MorningPoem and Circumstance by ~Sasukesadork
When the flowers are gone
and the fields are sewn with copper,
I’ll run with magnets on my heals
until the tallest bulbs are lit
not with passion
Two: The Morning
One touch and I turn to stone,
a look will do nothing
not with a face like this
and I can pretend, when I close my eyes
that the arm around my middle
really is the sweetest, happiest moment I’ve known
and not something left over
or conveniently dazed
And I’ll melt into the sheets like a victim
too scared of the sound my voice makes
to break the morning of its silence,
blooming and breathing, too hot and near me
even with snow falling outside.
Strange BottlesYou’ve always been way betterStrange Bottles by ~Sasukesadork
than me at making friends-
even the voice in my head yelling for me to save you
is the same one that wants me dead.
And I must admit I was a little hurt
when, intoxicated, I made an ass out of myself to protect
you turned my arm away from you with dancers grace
for the cat calling promise of booze.
That was the night I gave up on that voice
with a swallow of vodka, for better of for worse
and stood silently by as you flirted like a fairy,
flitted, and I wondered haphazardly at the charm I lacked.
I was wowed by the realization that all I needed
was something sweet and strong
and a front row seat to be happy,
now that it didn’t bother me who you were throwing yourself at.
You always took me along
and I’d catch you when you’d throw yourself backwards out of a chair,
and you’d score us both shots out of stranger’s bottles.