What's going on here?

What's going on here?
Well Amanda and Emily both have goals to write more. Amanda wants to write a poem and a half a day for the next year, while Emily wants to write for National Write a Novel Month (NaNoWriMo), which is usually in November, but she is going to do it from now until her mission on May 18th. Here is were you can follow us in our goals! Leave comments, encouragement, and what ever else you feel like.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011


I saw a sunset that looked like you today.
All glimmer and gold on one side
And glum grey on the other.
I wanted to reach up and wrap my fingers around those clouds.
Wrap my fingers and pull myself up
So I could sleep on your soft white underbelly.
The horizon between grey glum
And glimmer gold.
I wanted to reach across the divide of your clavicle
And hang onto your sides
To keep you from falling apart.
With these too small hands of mine
I would press you together
To keep the little things of you
Like the way you eat your whipped cream
Or the way you sort your laundry
From slipping through the cracks.
The little things that make me lick my lips and smile.
I would hold you together so you wouldn’t let those things go.

But I remembered it was just a sunset.
Just an abstract idea of you.
Not your body.
Not your heart.
Not you.
Nothing is like you.
Nothing echoes like you.
You rang through with truth,
Universal truth,
That told me I wasn’t alone.
You were the gunshot that started the war inside of me
The war of who I was
And who I will become.
Nothing even comes close to you.
Not even that sunset.

But I swear I saw your smile in that ooey gooey pink grey sunset.
Mountain range to the northwest with the start of the winter snow
Scattered across it
 like the way you push your hair back on Sunday afternoons on your couch.
And I began to think if I was a little taller
If I could jump a little higher
I could wrap my fingers around those clouds.
I could cling to that smile of yours
And I would drift away to wherever you are.
But I’m not tall enough.
I can’t jump high enough.
No, I’m just stretching and coming back with empty fingers.

But I hope you don’t need me.
I hope you don’t need me to press you together
To hold you together.
To keep the little things that make you so sweet
From falling through the cracks.
But if you do?
If you do need me?
Let me know.
I will find myself a ladder.
I will climb up to the clouds
And I will find you there. 

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