Dear Secret Santa:
You're the best ever!

I love CW Workshop!

i just wanted to let everyone know im working on the skull club piece...hahahah i know everyone is waiting in anticipation!
and thanks for the votes yesterday! it was so fun and a fabulous grape fruit.
:)

I saw this on a bumper sticker this weekend.

"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace."
I need that bumper sticker.
I think it's a Jimi Hendrix quote.
Rock on.

To Every 17 year old boy

Any girl that prefers wild flowers and home-
made greeting cards,
over a dozen roses and text message:

Is so WORTH every moment.

Very very very rough draft-esque.

If I could send a message to every 10 year old girl,

I would say:

Just don't do it.

Don't grow up.

Take every summer day and keep it in the loose floorboads of the treehouse.

Keep every memory of never caring what time it was because you have all day. Keep it somewhere you'll remember so you can find it when you need to.

keep the same, innocent love you have for your parents. They really just want to help.

Keep swinging,

sliding,

and merry-go-rounding until sunset because one minute you'll be catching fireflies,

and the next,

you're gone.

Keep making mud pies and playing pretend and loving,

and skipping,

and giggling.

Keep your hugs and eskimo kisses and

spend all day looking for luck in a four-leaf clover.

And don't grow up without remembering:

you are the girl that once loved the boys for their sweetness.

By tomorrow,

you'll need it.

the last poem im ever writing about you

every smooth guitar pick,
Every balcony,
Every splintered bench,
Every hum of a colliding wave,
is you.

I feel that night with my fingertips.
You,
the soothing sense that made me believe.
The boy with the hummingbird voice and the gentle hands means,
Truth.

And I keep your love in the back pocket of my
Favorite
Blue
Jeans.
Someone, love,
Is there.

The girl back home will never understand,
you said. And this
is goodbye.
how
was the repetition in my fractured voice.

My tounge,
My teeth,
My lips:
Intertwined and said goodbye.
That sweet, sweet
whisper of
I LOVE YOU,
Will never be enough.

I reach into the back pocket of my
favorite
blue
jeans. And so,
I remember you.
For me.
For a reflection in a love.