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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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Ruby McCall: Remembering What Once Was
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Thursday, May 8, 2014. Remembering What Once Was. I remember when we got a flat tire on the first date. And how your dad had to pick us up in his Police car. I remember when you spent my 17th Birthday with me. And I paid for the movie tickets. I remember you vividly. I remember my old home in the desert state,. The one with no scenery, with the exception of some cacti. I remember walking home in the heat and I remember enjoying it. I remember the 15 watermelon slices that gave me a tummy ache. They don't...
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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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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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My Summer Fling: February 2015
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Wednesday, February 4, 2015. My breath smells like tuna fish. And he doesn't care. He leans in and places the softest kiss on my lips. Like placing an artifact on the coffee table,. Like falling into a dream. And tells me never to doubt that he loves me. Never to doubt that the stars wake up every morning for me. And the skin on my bones breathes because I deserve it. He tells me that no amount of tuna fish. Or past tense secrets. Could make me any less lovable. He tells me I'm irristable.
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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: October 2014
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Friday, October 31, 2014. You're busy admiring the leaves today, forgetting they're not the only ones dropping in the cold. You didn't see the chapel scraping to fill halfway,. Or the heartbreak of people smiling through tears. There's something morbid about little girls in a graveyard. Something about pink sweaters against pale bodies and taking roses to take them. Not to put them on the casket. I've seen too many funerals in my 18 short years. The first time I met death was at 7 years old:. The lies we...
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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: Pretty Lines
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I've always loved letting balloons go because I imagine someone catching it when it gets to heaven." - Kailee. It's 2:15 and I thought I was so happy to get out of this place. until the music stopped at 11 last night." "did i wake up too late? Everyone's awake right now trying to figure out if it's their fault. I can't imagine what parents must be thinking. What's in the water, what's in the library, what's in the hallways." - Harold Miner. But it's too humid for dry eyes." - Jackie O. And tell me. t...
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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...
