I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when grades were high and fucks worth giving. I dreamed no test would make me cry, I dreamed that curves would be forgiving. Then I was young and unprepared, and A’s were made and used and wasted. There were no extensions to be begged, no nights unslept, no effort wasted. But the finals come at last, with their laughter soft as thunder, as they tear your grades apart, as they turn your dream to shame.
to whomever wrote this
I need you to love me in the same way
the moon orbits around the earth,
without intention to stop.
— Alaska Gold.
She gave him a smile and in turn
he crafted a planet out of her.
He piled her fears deep under ground,
and covered them with soil
so dreams, like flowers, would bud.
From her tears he created the oceans,
waves of sorrow and joy.
Her sighs turned into wind,
and her screams,
of passion and anger
gave birth to the thunder.
She was the Earth,
and in turn he perished
and became the moon.
to orbit around her.
— “The Earth was once a girl,” Alaska Gold