You're About To Miss Everything

[heyeme]

Geology

Collecting boys like pretty rocks by the railroad

I may not look it

I may not act like it

But I have the power of woman

To make men fools

[heyeme]

Irresistible chocolate

Her hair flows like melted chocolate,

Bring poured in slow motion.

How I wish I could drown in it,

Breathe it,

Make my nest in it.

Her eyes like the sweetest, creamiest

Drops of dark chocolate,

The kind you always say you’ll savor for hours on end,

But manage to bite down on every single time.

[heyeme]

Part of a short story.

She didn’t know why she was running in the same direction as that wretched car had driven off in. She couldn’t feel anything, not a magnetic pull from her stomach to the bumper, not a rush of repent or an immense love that could forgive everything. She felt dead. she felt as if she was floating in white water. As disconnected from everything as when her father died. She couldn’t even come up with any logical answer; did she want to see him? Did she want to contradict something? Whether it be her feelings or her logic, she didn’t know, nothing at all came to mind except for the white water. Her legs carried her anyway.

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[heyeme]

Useless --Cassandra Graves

You go to your little boy, begging him to stop crying. You hand him your phone, And before you know it, he’s’ playing some game, He’s watching some cartoon, He’s doing so much on the little phone without ever being taught.

He learned to use the phone Just as naturally as he learned to walk, As if there were something already hard-wired into his brain. This wonderful distraction that kept him quiet as a baby Is nothing more than a masquerade.

Just as the monsters would Crawl out from his closet After you said goodnight, These monsters pop up in his feed After he gets his own phone.

Look at your boy now. “Useless.” “Addicted to his phone.” On it all day, never giving it a break, staring At himself in the camera, & staring at girls, too.

Learning so much, learning every day, but never the right stuff: In middle school he first said, “Fuck” and In high school—when he wanted the new “Supreme” t-shirt, (not for what value he could give it but for the value his Instagram did).

Your little boy, Corrupted & twisted, Addicted to a screen. You try to save him now, at 16, But it’s useless.

[heyeme]

High school experience

There's no doubt that I've missed out on quite a bit as a teenager. Just yesterday I had my first date, the whole situation took me by surprise and when it was over it left me thinking hard.

I'm 17, I've never smoked, drank, snuck out, had any type of physical contact with a person other than friendly and the amount of friends I've gone out with I can count with a single hand. There's definitely something missing, an adventure or two, but get this; when asked if I had ever wanted to try anything of the sort, I responded with a "no", now, that answer is true, I'm not too big on getting into trouble, but nearly in a daily basis, I'll wish for some sort of adventure.

Always daydreaming of the opportunity for adventure that will find its way to me, never realizing that sometimes I'm going to have to take a leap.

I've thought about it a lot, the way I'd immediately take the chance when adventure presented itself to me, the way I'd just know when it was near. Always so confident that I'd be brave enough to take the leap, even if I got hurt.

Well... it's here, and I'm going to take it,

[disordereddreamer]

Counting colors

Black coffee Green tea Blue bags beneath her eyes.

Gray days An endless haze White space between her thighs.

Her downfall has become aesthetic, each bone romanticized.

How to escape a self-made cage half dead, and yet, alive?