Charlotte Charles

Prom?




-Dick Tidrow (Griffin)

Nursing Home Carl Pt. 2

 (I always thought I would be above writing about love in high school, but what can I say, she's really hot)

When I'm with you, God makes sense.

Something about your imagination that makes worlds seems creatable. And something about your eyes that makes sins seem forgivable.

I didn't really believe that the same God could create math and poetry. Then I saw you smile. The curve of your lips. The perfect right angles of your teeth. And the beauty of it all. And I think,

'Ahh, God. Got me again. Good one.'

I guess what I'm saying is, if you wanted, I could be your Carl.

And you could be my religion.

failing, losing, & dancing

I wanna be a champion.

I wanna know what amazing feels like. And I want to experience jumper cable lips. I wanna have a reason to raise my fist in the air. And I want to stand at half court and scream, anythings possible. I wanna have glory days.

And I'm not sure if it's fear or common sense that's holding me back. And I'm still trying to figure out why I put a happy ending at all of my poems. And when my happy ending is going to come.

But winning has taught me much. It's the losses. The laughter at each loss that has taught me most of the lessons worth remembering. A desire to win and a respect for losing, because I wanna be a champion.

Screwing up is necessary. Getting up again is beauty. And failure.

Failure is a part of perfection.

And dreams wouldn't really be dreams if I achieved them. And maybe I can't outrun these expectations or this loneliness, but I wanna be a champion.

Even if that means losing sometimes.

Failure asked Depression to Prom. And Loss is taking Knowledge. But I think I'm going to take Victory. And don't tell her I said this, but I think I'm going to try to kiss her.

Because maybe I was meant to make mistakes. And maybe these are my glory days.


I wanna be a champion.

-Griffin