Bees in my Tea

              Luke couldn’t help but stare at the blank expanse of skin where the woman’s eyes should have been. She didn’t seem to notice him, but none of the faceless people ever did. “He’s been out for three days now,” the faceless woman said, speaking into her phone. The sound resonated through the otherwise empty bus, despite the fact that the woman had no mouth. Luke didn’t think about it too much. The odd detail didn’t seem to stay in his mind for that long. “He should be fine,” she continued, reassuring the person on the other side of the call. “He’s in stable condition.” The woman lifted a tattooed arm to move her blond hair from her face. Chrysanthemums. Luke wasn’t sure where he recognized the flowers inked on the woman’s arm from, but as always, he couldn’t be bothered with it. The bus rumbled to stop, fluorescent lights flickering. Luke looked into the black of the night out the window. Guess this is my stop . As Luke walked past the faceless woman, still repea

Excuses Explanations You know better than that Take a break I just did Just another drop Too many In the bucket Why don’t you stop Why don’t you listen This is important  You know where we’ll end up So what? I know you don’t want to go there This would be much easier if I had someone to talk to You have me Someone real Yes I am Sure, I guess You know it  I’m here aren’t I? I’m always here No matter where we are So I thought So I thought So you thought

          “Don’t bite off more than you can chew.” My mom always seemed to know my limits before I ever did. During scheduling for school, picking clubs and sports and classes, she always seemed to know.  “I’ll be fine Mom,” I would always say. “I know my limits. Besides, this will make my junior and senior years a breeze.” And so my sophomore year of high school started. I had loaded my schedule with every academic possible. Honors math, double science, english, history, and of course, the bane of my existence, french. My mother disapproved of the schedule, saying I should take an elective or a study hall, but I persisted. This year would be great. I would put in the effort, and come out the other end smarter, and from there it would be smooth sailing.  I started off well. I would come home exhausted, goof around for a few hours, then do homework till late at night. It was hard, but it worked, and I enjoyed it. My mother would come home from work late on Tuesdays, as she taught a

Is that I love roses more than any other flower. I love the way they smell and look, The colors they come in, The way they bloom in the sunlight, The browning edges of the petals I have pressed. I love the meaning they carry, A complex emotion hidden in the layered petals. An emotion I long to obtain. So forgive me if I cry, It’s just that the roses mean so much to me, And I fear I will spend my whole life searching,  For a rose without thorns.

  I live on the edge of my mind and real world. I live in my head. I think over every detail. Analyze every possible outcome to every hypothetical situation. I use hesitance as a tool and a preventative. Looking for every cliff to fall off and every ladder to climb. No pitfall can’t be seen too soon. No possibility can’t be considered. It is a careful, delicate process. I live in the real world. There is no stopping. Time chases me towards every cliff and ladders pass me by as I sprint to stay ahead of it. Hesitance is a deadweight dragging at me. I trip over roots I could not have seen coming and dust kicked by my feet blind me. It is rushed and it is harsh; a painful process. I live with my thoughts. I keep secrets for tiered hearts, yet am too afraid to give my own. Wary of snakes in a perfectly maintained garden. Smart people don’t get bit twice. I keep myself contained. Things I think that others don’t know I can feel swirl like the colors in a bubble, almost impossible to s

I said that you were a bad friend When you  couldn’t hear I know you struggle with things people say You knew I did too I apologize It just felt right So light So freeing