Each Morning

My dream is to find love.
I hope to wake up each morning
in the arms of someone who cares
about me as deeply as I do for them.
Someone who isn't embarrassed or hesitant
to feel hopelessly devoted to me,
who will hug me
and kiss me,
and mean it.
My nightmare is to meet loneliness.
I fear waking up each morning
in the arms of a cold feeling
that drags me to despair,
losing me in a sea of discouragement.
Where people don't see me
or touch me
or kiss me,
and mean it.

katapillerscheme: you know what i was thinking yestderday? i just didnt tell you
BuRgEy100: what is that?
katapillerscheme: that you are a handsome guy
katapillerscheme: AND you smell good
katapillerscheme: just in case you had forgotten or something
BuRgEy100: how.... embarassing
BuRgEy100: i am not handsome
katapillerscheme: are you telling me i have...bad judgement?
BuRgEy100: FUCK YA YOU DO!
BuRgEy100: OH MY GOODNESS!
BuRgEy100: I AM SO SORRY
BuRgEy100: I MEANT FREAK

haha, so you give a boy a compliment...and all hell breaks loose.

Modern Nomad

I pack my bags
and board a bus,
a plane,
a train to somewhere
I've never been
and haven't seen
until I make my way there.
I'd say it was an easy life,
not having a fixed home,
or anyone to answer to
except my stirring bones.
But honestly,
between you and me
I wish I had an anchor,
some place,
some thing,
someone to miss me while I'm not here.

Forget Me Not

I was asked to forget
the rainy nights,
the bitter fights,
the burning lights gone dim.

I was asked to forget
the empty lies,
the foolish guise,
the broken ties of friends.

I was asked to forget
the awkward smiles,
the painful trials,
the endless files of sins,
of which you know,
I will always know,
those things I was asked to forget.

Two Minds of One

He has the most beautiful hands.

With all the strength of his body,
with all the charm of his character,
with all the gifts of his talent,
with all the shadows of his mind,

his hands speak more than his words ever could.

Keep the Suitcase Open

Mama needed a weekend.

She left lasagna in the oven, instructions on the counter, and her departing words on the doorstep.

Mama needed a day without pearls.

She packed only two outfits for her trip and secretly took pleasure in the wrinkles and creases. She wouldn't touch an iron for a while.

Mama needed to wake up one morning without the boys.

She drove quietly with the windows down. She left the radio off, humming instead with the engine.

Double Exposure

Your little baby is growing up-
he has his daddy’s eyes.
But don’t forget that precious smile...
he was blessed with his momma’s wild side.
Your baby who needs you was born independent-
he’s already out of your arms.
Learn the rules of shadow tag,
it’s as close as he’ll let you come
to mussing his hair and pressing his clothes,
goodnight kisses will be far between.
He will always love you, he just won’t want to show it
until he is as old as me.
So keep this picture on a shelf but hold him in your heart
until he lets his daddy’s eyes shine,
his wild side is only the start.

Xandr05: lol, i love the debate thing
katapillerscheme: haha...thanks. you were great
Xandr05: he was kicked in an alleyway with steel tipped boots
Xandr05: all because he wanted a rainbow
katapillerscheme: everyone hated that queer

i am glad no one kicked you, and i am sad that you lost the office.
wait...it wasn't real! but that's what you get for being gay. (kidding!!)
i miss you, alex. i really do.

-a smidgen of the lovely aaron daniels-
loosechangeman02: katy, i love you so much
and you know what
i am proud to say that
i think that i am going to run around the house naked and scream, "I LOVE KATY THOMPSON!!!"
katapillerscheme: hehe, come and run around MY house naked and scream "I LOVE KATY THOMPSON!!!"


loosechangeman02: i never had a date that invovled going to arkansas
i can tell this is going to be fun