THIS IS KILLING ME

2nd September 2012

Quote reblogged from Have you watered your plants today? with 221 notes

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it “Chops”
because that was the name of his dog
and that’s what it was all about.
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts.
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus,
and his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair,
and his mother and father kissed a lot,
and the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X’s
and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant,
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
and he called it “Autumn”
because that was the name of the season
and that’s what it was all about.
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly,
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint,
and the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometimes they would burn holes.
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames,
and the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus,
and the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot,
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
and he called it “Innocence: A Question”
because that was the question about his girl
and that’s what it was all about.
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look,
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her.
That was the year that Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end
of the Apostle’s Creed went,
and he caught his sister
making out on the back porch,
and his mother and father never kissed,
or even talked,
and the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
that made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do,
and at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed,
his father snoring soundly.

That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
and he called it “Absolutely Nothing”
because that’s what it was really all about
and he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn’t think
he could reach the kitchen.

Source: decembrist

23rd June 2012

Quote reblogged from melanie k.a. & with 4,734 notes

If you were to press your heart close up against somebody else’s heart eventually your hearts will start beating at the same time. And two little babies in an incubator, their hearts will beat at the same time. Love that. So if you have somebody in your life that is prone to anxiety, like myself, and if you happen to be a calm person, you could come up and hug me heart to heart and my heart hopefully would slow to yours. And I just love that idea. Or maybe yours would speed up to mine. But either way, we’ll be there together.

Source: psych-facts