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|Archived Since:||November 13, 2009|
I know you and I know your engine. Your engine runs on truth and light and nothing else works, I've seen you try and fill it with the kind of lies people want to hear and it was like watching someone fill their gas tank with sugar. Sweet, but going nowhere.
Tell them, “If you’re gone too long, I will light candles for you in the dark. I will burn down a forest just so that you see it." And maybe they won't go.
I know how you felt when I touched you, because I know how I felt when you touched me. So you cannot tell me that you do not think of it often, or wonder why no one will ever be able to touch you like that, again.____The winners of the...Show More Summary
I'm the record.You're the needle.
In some new world, there are no clocks, so they must measure time in what they miss.Their recipe books say, “Boil the rice until you forget what they look like.”And, “Bake for exactly as long as it takes to remember why you left.”
The new book has leaked early on amazon and a few people have managed to pick up advanced copies at Barnes & Noble! Keep an eye out and please take a picture if you see one! Click the picture or here to see for yourself!
Remember yesterday’s greatest lesson: What hurts you today, won’t hurt you tomorrow.
I have taught myself to see the person a person is trying to be, not just the person they are. Above some, I have seen a nurse, a cowboy, a man made of shadows, a girl who cries beautifully, someone in complete control, someone who overcomes great things, and someone who's love is needed by the world. Show More Summary
Give me one beautiful thing in the darkness to hold onto. Even if it’s only the ghost of good light.
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10 years ago today, I posted the first entry on a blog called I Wrote This For You. I had just turned 27 a month earlier. I wrote most of the first 100 entries in one big push, in December 2006, and then they just sat there in a word...Show More Summary
They're someone you see out of the corner of your eye, next to you in the aisle at the store, at a movie or in a park, and you think it might it actually be them but you don’t want to look at them directly, in case it’s not actually them, and the feeling that it might actually be them is the closest you’ve been to happy in a very long time.
I wish there was a code word for when we lost our minds. A thing that we could say as a way to reach out to the other person, through the anger, and say, “Despite all the things I’m saying, I’m still in here and I love you, I hope you’re in there too.”
Even when the things they sing aren’t kind, remember that someone is still singing for you.
Here is the start of the unpopular poem:I don’t miss you anymore.No one will get this tattooed on their arm.No one will start crying when they read it. It doesn’t feel like it at the time, but time takes everything away eventually. Even us.I hope you have a good life and I hope you fall in love with good people.
Let me be the reason you tell yourself better stories.
Those aren’t scars.That’s where life life underlined the important parts of you.
We're in your apartment and you're making dinner and we're laughing and I’m struggling not to tell you that this might be the best my life has ever been and somehow, I know if I tell you, you won’t believe me.We're in your apartment and I want to tell you that even after everything that's happened to me, I can love you.
Please take a moment to be still.Even if it’s only as long as it takes to read this.I know no one told you, but it’s your turn to hold the universe today.It’s your turn to keep it safe. So don’t be angry at anyone, especially not yourself. Show More Summary
I'll be at The Kingsmead Book Fair tomorrow for two sessions, reading a bunch of poetry and signing books - I really hope I see you there! Click the image below for more info.