

Fortress I love the wayFortress by ~punchedtoast
Fabric drapes
Over the archaic arches of 1930s architecture.
So when we turned
My downtown apartment
Into a blanket fortress,
I was thrilled.
We cushioned ourselves from the sounds of our neighbours,
Pushing them to distant cities,
Trapped in radiator catacombs
With cigarette smoke and steam.
The smell of your hair lingered under the bed sheets.
Childhood cotton
Strewn from armoire to desk to chair,
Weighted with books and other heavy things.
Concealed lamps created a cavernous lantern,
Warm with light and our words;
Spoken just above a whisper.
Now those sheets hang in rigid lines
On their soft surface
In a


I'll bring the snacks I don't know who I am, what I'm doing, where I'm going, or how I'm getting there.I'll bring the snacks by ~SteveZed
And I bet you don't either.
We're told that's okay.
We're the first generation that really gets to choose everything we do with our lives.
There's no great war to go off and fight,
No great depression to get through,
No national crisis to band together and break through.
There's just us and the entire world,
And it's up to us to decide who we are, what we're doing, where we're going,
and how we'll get there.
I've said this before
And I have no idea where I heard it
But I'll say it again because it stays true the older I get.
If you don't kn