February 2012
41 posts
5 tags
2 tags
3 tags
3 tags
Time for a supernatural marathon!
This show is my guiltiest pleasure.
Besides eating handfuls of chocolate chips. That’s pretty bad.
4 tags
Chloe Denice's Poem: Melancholy (Rough Draft)
Melancholy
The Earth speaks in whispers. Her call
is dead leaves, ponds icing over, a child leaving home.
She cries: We are all together! You know my name,
but you have forgotten it. Your love of Spring does not heal.
Your love of comfort does not soothe. Your teeth bite, they ache,
and you trample layers of growth. You are mean,
friend, and you see no beauty in the cold. You see only...
3 tags
Anonymous asked: do u have facebook account?
3 tags
3 tags
4 tags
Phasmogalephobia: Fear of Ghost Sharks →
3 tags
Celine (Rough Draft)
This is for Celine. Her favorite quote is: “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”
I am sick. Heart-broken coughs rattle my body and the
cold burns everywhere. Sickly sweet, this sickness is the greatest
pandemic. I am in love. And what a love! The thing
is, it causes palpitations. My sinuses are stuffed. You’ll
laugh, sure, but I...
4 tags
Aesthetic--Rough Draft for Sarah
Sarah followed my website: http://highestformofwhit.wordpress.com
so she gets a poem! Her favorite word is “Aesthetic,” so with that, I word jumbled it for fifteen minutes, took the twelve words I liked the most, and wrote a poem. The last word of each line is one of the words I brainstormed.
Aesthetic
She stands silent: staring at the sea. She hates
the hold it has on her. The...
5 tags
Anonymous asked: fuck. shit. im on my phone so i think that published. where are you?!
5 tags
Join my super secret quest of awesomeness, and get...
Wow. Hi, everyone!
Since you took a moment to follow this here blog, if you would do me the honor of checking out my website, http://highestformofwhit.wordpress.com and following that if you like it, and liking it on facebook, and telling friends about it… I’d probably propose to all of you.
Or bake cookies and send them to you.
OR! Or. Totally write you a poem. That is something I...
highestformofwhit.wordpress.com →
Oh yes, I discuss my fear of blueberries growing up. My crippling, crippling fear of blueberries. (HOW MANY DELICIOUS MUFFINS DID I MISS OUT ON?… that’s what she said)
