cold desert

you came and went

just as fast as fall 

did. 

crumbled under your feet 

like the dead leaves on the frozen ground

i was broken. 

and i wondered how someone could be as careless as the changing seasons

from autumn to winter

you stole my summer. 

11:47 a.m.

threw me at the wall and put a hole in my tired heart. 
11:47 a.m.
today I lost hope in hope.
the news hit my head like a hammer and flowed through me like the last drops of blood in his body.

tears.
welling up and burning the eye sockets of dozens of people.
streaming down the faces of old men and little girls.
the salty taste dripping onto our lips and sinking into our skin
like the hurt and pain that he felt.

the hurt and pain. 

we say we wish we could've done something. 
but only wishing for it is doing nothing.
and right now everyone needs a wish.

I looked up at you and choked on words that burned my throat while you held me.
but right now a hug can't cure the pain

but we all know it should have. 

two days ago I waved and smiled at you not knowing that was the last time I would look into your eyes. 
the last memory I had of you. 

please know we love you.
please remember my wave.
please know that 11:47 is burned in my mind like an everlasting fire
and please know that there will be change.
because there is no greater loss than someone like you.

I'm tired of wondering who is going to spill blood next
and tired of talking about terrible things like they are nothing. 

we aren't sleeping tonight.
but I hope you are.
somewhere beautiful.
I hope you feel our love and I hope our prayers resonate through your ears like a beautiful song.

rest in peace hunter. 

disparu

my left eye is still crooked since the surgery
my right eye doesn't see the good anymore
and when I met you behind the pine tree
I saw everything then nothing

how he yelled and screamed with his heart
but didn't say a word from his mouth
and walking out those doors was liberating
and telling her she needed to change was, too
and the second time I read that poem didn't hit me as hard as the first
but it hit me like 3:33
and it hit me like the wall my dad punched
and it hit me like grandpas last dying breath
in and out and
gone.

you can't force those words to come out of your coffee stained teeth
and you can't love someone who isn't real
but you can love someone with a black heart
because god only knows why it's black
and you did it to yourself
just like he did too.

mom loves you and dad hates you
and your car always needs to be fixed.
your brakes didn't stop you from running that stop sign
but the dead baby in the road did
and forgiveness was always the answer but never the question

because that baby is bleeding out the blood that left your heart years ago
and not even a stolen life can get it back

not all the stars in the sky or all the 11:11 wishes you made
and your mom and dad can't save you
because the tide will come in
and soon they will be gone, too

and paris will be the only thing left.

creature fear

the conjuring scared me.

but not like god scares me

or how empty beer bottles scare me

or how the people I love scare me

it didn't scare me like the devil does

or how my fathers voice does

or how the empty walls of this house do

the pale faces scare me

nostalgia scares me

forgotten words scare me 

and teeth breaking phrases

like I love you or let's just be friends or I hope someday we end up together 

scare me

I'm scared of the creatures in my mind and under my bed 

of the people who forgot what to live for

scared of moving to kentucky

and scared of kentucky moving to me

scared of the smell you left on my shirt and how I'll never be able to wash it out

scared of the delicate flower you planted in my heart and how it keeps growing as I keep missing you

scared of how much I love you and how much you love her

scared that you're telling her the same things you told me

nothing can be as scary as that. 

how to fit in at lone peak

• be a mormon. no other religion will ever be as important or significant. the school is run by mormons and the majority of kids that attend lone peak are mormon. even some of the mormon standards are forced upon the entire school. so god forbid you aren't mormon. because when the other kids find out you aren't you will never be looked at the same again. 

• you better have money. and lots of it. lone peak is known for being a "snotty rich kid school" so if you aren't pulling out of your five car garage in the morning in your new beamer, consider yourself different.

• dress conservatively. anything that is considered "creative" will be deemed as different. and even at times will be seen as slutty. i've looked into the eyes of too many hateful glares to know that is the truth. 

• if you are good at anything other than sports, it isn't relevant.

so tell me,

is fitting in worth it?

the text messages we forgot

I love you, darling

running about twenty minutes late, sorry!

it seemed to me like there might have been something more to your kiss.

I'm here for you

cause I realized I could lose you for forever

happy fourth of july

I wanna kiss you so bad right now

I'd die without good music.

SOS I need a cuddle buddy

are you okay? 

I'm sorry for pushing our relationship too fast. I wish I didn't. 

let's go to slc today? 

still taste the lemonade on my lips

I love you. I miss you.

please come back

it was an accident I promise 

laying in the back of my truck wanting to be with you. 

let's be friends for now. 

we need to hang out! 

you're very sweet. 

I miss you

I miss you so much. 

re: stacks

mom doesn't love me the way she used to

stack on a brick

he cheated and lied but still I love him

stack on a brick

she screwed me over and I never once stood up to her

stack on a brick

playing my guitar doesn't ease the pain anymore 

stack on a brick

my favorite cereal now tastes like mush

stack on a brick

I watched him run away with her

stack on a brick 

dads kind eyes have turned into a black nothing 

stack on a brick

I broke his heart and now it's weeping

stack on a brick

my walls have towered above all others

stack on a brick 

I can't seem to understand who I am anymore 

stack on a brick

my love is no longer alive

stack on a brick

these stacks are weighing on my back but please don't let me crumble. 

stacks of bricks. placed on myself with my own two hands.