Sixty-Two.
I just want back in your bed.
I just want your kiss on my head.
Soon, I will be trekking,
hiking,
kayaking, and washing dishes
while you stay here: run, run, running
six hundred miles
none of them toward me.
I’ll even boat down the river towards you,
conquering rapids and mosquitoes and cloudy skies.
On the drive back, my eyes will peer
out the rear window at the road,
tracing the faded yellow lines that span the three pages of Map between us.
When we stare into an identical sunset,
I’ll remember grown-ups declaring
“long distance is something that teenagers make up.”
Scattered Saturdays and poems and phone calls
will measure the time
that I don’t want to be counting down
that I’ll count anyway.
Last night you asked me if I’d cry again,
when the “see-you-soon” comes.
You teased me that you might….
Never cry because you have no tears.
But everybody has those salty rainbow days, baby.
Like when
you let them
fall
over your father
—Resto Nella Pace.
I won’t forget how
your cautious, taut lips pressed together,
when the singular night that you actually cried
echoed through your wistful eyes
and I couldn’t hold the
virtual you
displayed before my fingertips.
I just want back in your bed.
I just want my kiss on your head.
EVERYONE AT DULANEY HIGH SCHOOL SHOULD BUY SEQUEL.
JUST SAYIN ITS AWESOME.
I saw another photoset like this and decided to make one with the world’s most popular popstars.
The moment when Harry takes Draco's wand
- J. K. Rowling: I said to Arthur, my American editor - we had an interesting conversation during the editing of seven - the moment when Harry takes Draco's wand, Arthur said, God, that's the moment when the ownership of the Elder wand is actually transferred? And I said, that's right. He said, shouldn't that be a bit more dramatic? And I said, no, not at all, the reverse. I said to Arthur, I think it really puts the elaborate, grandiose plans of Dumbledore and Voldemort in their place. That actually the history of the wizarding world hinged on two teenage boys wrestling with each other. They weren't even using magic. It became an ugly little corner tussle for the possession of wands. And I really liked that - that very human moment, as opposed to these two wizards who were twitching strings and manipulating and implanting information and husbanding information and guarding information, you know? Ultimately it just came down to that, a little scuffle and fistfight in the corner and pulling a wand away.
- Melissa Anelli: It says a lot about the world at large, I think, about conflict in the world, it's these little things -
- J. K. Rowing: And the difference one individual can make. Always, the difference one individual can make.
honestly
Honey, if
Only you
kNew how much I
Earnestly
See your
True
Light shine,
You wouldn’t worry that i’ll run.
*
Honey, if
Only you
kNew that
Each one of your
Silent kisses
Takes me soaring to
Lovely
Yonder.
*
Honey, if
Only you
kNew how
Every time I
See your dark eyes pointed
Toward my
Light ones, I
Yearn for more.
*
Honey, if
Only you
kNew how I am
Enchanted by your
Silent knowledge, your
Trembling words at the
Loss of
Your father.
*
Honey, if
Only you
kNew that
Every time you
Send me
a-Tumblin’, I
Listen for
Your heartbeat.
*
Honey, if
Only you
kNew that your
Exciting, romantic
Statements
Tangle me up,
Lost in
You.
Honey, if only you knew.
Nerdfighter, elephant-obsessor, language enthusiast, nuzzler. I live because of coffee, yoga, God, love, and poetry. Every poem i post is original :)DFTBA.
