Things Change.

"Psst! Come here!" Me?
"Yes! You! Over here!" What's up?

"So why not?" What do you know about it?
"I mean, you should!" You communicated lately?
"Yes, absoluted'ly." You sure?

Because things change: even if we don't realize.

"Well... you should!" Woah.
"Do you?" Maybe.
"You do!" Perhaps.
"Red! It's true!" What does it matter?

Because things change: even if we don't want them to.

"But you should." You're funny.
"You like it..." Maybe.
"Don't you?" Perhaps.
"Freak... It's true!" I'll talk to you later.

Because things change: even if we don't accept it.

[...Inspired by an indepth (haha!) conversation with 2 fellow C-town youth.
Hmmmm... wish we'd hang out more, actually.]

A Genuine Letter.

Dear You [#1].
This is my reply.

I missed you Sunday too,
And come evening I just needed a hug...
But you weren't there;
Because I was here...
[And you were plainly not.]

I lay awake last night... and I thought...
Ohh, I thought about life;
I thought about it all, my friend.

Sometimes life seems like a Coaster:
[A Coaster of Color, in fact!]
...With vibrant and unexpected hues whizzing past.

But sometimes I wish life would be just a bit more simple.
Kind of like Black and White!
[...But it's not.]

Well, yesterday I was hurt, my dear.
But I suppose that is only to be expected,
Cuz sometimes them Coasters can't help but cause a bit'o pain.
And perhaps I blame it on myself...
For one must remember to buckle themselves in properly to stay safe!
And it seems... I failed to do so.

But anyways! Enough- No more of that!
Depressing things, they creep!
Enough- I've spoken too much!
Depressing things, they stalk.

And on to other subjects...

This week: it shall be splendid!
Hanging out and laughing and.. screaming?
[That's almost like saying I once had a beloved friend....
who peed herself one cold winters day!]

Nope, we do not scream.
You and I, honey, we shout joyously.
We sing to the world....
[Umm.. Perhaps I see how the screaming fits!]

As to our friend and her misfortunes...
A sad day it shall be if she fails to join us.
But goodbye, darling. Goodbye for Now!

You are in my Heart: Forever and Always.

Sincerely yours,
[Alyssa.]


[PS: We'll get him on. Somehow. Someday.]
[This Week. This Week!]

Messed Up.

Two words and one contraction:

It shouldn't be.

What?

Just nevermind. You know.

We talked. We joked.
We smiled. We laughed.

Great!

But then...

You liked. I grudged.
You forgot. I glared.

This shouldn't be.

Also known as....

I messed'us up.

Save Me.

When I jump into the nearest river;
drown in my own tears..
Will you save me?
When I jump from the tallest cliff;
fall right to my own doorstep..
Will you catch me?

The clatter: won't stop.
The noise: just gets louder.
Afraid of every next corner;
creepy conclusions,
menacing contemplation.
The beady eyes,
they stare from the darkness.
Anticipating.
Fearing every move
as the moon watches from far above.
A single eye
peering down..
Something about her
so peaceful.

Scared to go around the bend..
Breaking and skidding:
Oh my reactions,
not fast enough.
But dang'it, too quick for my own good.

Dreaming of every next moment:
Wonder, Commitment, and
Promise.
What will life bring to my hands?


Please save me from my tears.
Catch me from falling to my own doorstep.

Waiting.

waiting.
just waiting.
only waiting.
simply waiting.
yes, waiting for him.
oh i am waiting for him.

i will just sit here...

and wait.

Adventures In Grandma's Basement.

Ping, pong.
Horse!

Ting, tang.
Donkey!

Clip, clop.
...snicker snicker...

Uh-oh...

Clang, crack.
ELEPHANT!

Snap.
Oops.

"give me that ball!"
"cuz i'm gonna kick your butt...!"
"ohh no, You. Are. Going. DOWN!!"

Ohh the delight...
the laughter...
the giggle fits...
the joy.

Ohh the contests,
the games,
the new renditions,
the chasing and wrestling.

Remembering the young days,
and just rolling our eyes.
Remembering the old games,
and now rolling the ball.

Strategy?
Encrypted.
The sweat pouring down.
Pant, gasp, sigh.
Losing?
Every time.

...Failing?

Never.

[292-- ohh yah, baby!! Tara: we are simply amazing.]
[and Mike: 37... (oh dear. was it 47...?) HAHA... fabulously marvelous, i say. psh. back when we could only do 5.
what were we thinking?!]

(ohhh... the things we find to entertain ourselves. WE ROCK!! love you guys.)