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Peter Mckeller: "amd they caught me on it!"
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Amd they caught me on it! Does anyone even care anymore? Because crutches don't work on a broken heart. You can't cast it up and tell me not to use it for 6 weeks. It won't heal. I watched the tiny brunette break the boy's nose, and the dark haired exotic break the ribs,. But the blonde, your. Blonde, went straight for the heart. The trainer on sight was not equipped with the right bandages or even the right vocabulary tests to teach her how to deal with the phenomena. Posted by Peter Mckeller. But all t...
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Peter Mckeller: Sad Chairs
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I'm still waiting for you to come to a game, Dad. I never thought you'd miss my senior season. Posted by Peter Mckeller. Woah Crushed. Wow. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Having a Coke with You. Inky skies and midnight divulgences. Nothing but Us, and the Stars. Jammin by Peter Mckeller on Grooveshark. Lone Peak Creative Writing. I never said that! Amd they caught me on it! Ill favorite it when i get my ipod back. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Peter Mckeller: "i never said that!"
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I never said that! It's been months and, I'm still waiting. You've got a new relationship and a great date for Prom and I'm. still. waiting. Hoping one of these days your alarm will go off and you'll realize even though I was nothing but wrong, we were always just right. That all the terrible times, they made us reach for light. That people look at us and they're on our side. Won't you join in the fight? Put our story in ink, we could end world hunger. Aren't we worth fighting for? There were waterfalls ...
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My Summer Fling: Find it.
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Thursday, March 12, 2015. Whatever is brewing beneath your veins. The clock hands that make only you. The secret talent you have yet to tell your mother about. The shine in your eyes when you present your masterpiece. The music that shakes below your bloodstream- that gets your worn out legs out of bed in the morning. The ideas that keep your heart racing at night-. And you eyes gasping at night- and your soul grasping at night. They are your heartbeats put on display as passion. Or a ball or the strings.
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My Summer Fling: May 2015
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Sunday, May 17, 2015. Pearly white gates of the airport, the last place I thought I'd be standing with you. He takes my clenched hands, unfolding them in his. Our eyes are sending signals and I knew I should have learned morse code before this moment. But it's too late. It's too late and he feels the weight of those words. He wraps his newly stiff arms around my back and begs my heart to lighten up if only for a moment. Take care of him". I try to whisper but only mouth, " he's one of the good ones.
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My Summer Fling: August 2014
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Thursday, August 14, 2014. It's been a year since we last talked but I spent the last week of my time with your little brother and instead of sleeping I looked at the stars, scared of how much I saw you. It was the past I locked up in dreams and regrets and the thread came undone with a tug at simple mannerisms and genetic phrases. But it was all wrong. And I missed every second of right. I thought I could tell you Happy Birthday. Because you never seemed to forget. But this isn't about the 16 year old w...
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My Summer Fling: July 2014
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Tuesday, July 29, 2014. I had an open house after graduation. I invited all my friends. They all went away this weekend. Oh my gosh we totally forgot to invite you, but you're probably working anyways, right? And I can honestly say it was the first time I didn't leak because I felt left out. I was slightly hurt, but mostly. You voted me Prom Queen, and President, and the most competitive senior superlative. I was a track team record holder and a cheerleader and I tried so hard. To be so nice. But I don't...
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amethyst wine: sydni, introduced:
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Monday, July 21, 2014. I want to talk about me. and poems and summer and you and pavanes. and snowcones and hammocks and couches and rocks. and headbands and yoga and milkshakes and stars. i like parallelism and mikell abernathy and the way trees look when i wear my glasses and my sage-colored blanket and that malt shop in provo. The happiest things: my little sister. mugs. rain and sunshine mixed. naps. the prettiest things: my little sister. daisies. My real favorite things. X bath and body. And i'm yo...
