We Need More Castle On Here

And now I'd like to share one of my favorite scenes of all time from the show Castle. 
It's between him and his teenage daughter Alexis (who essentially embodies the person that I dream of being). It's probably definitely my favorite spiel she's ever said. It counts as a monologue because Castle never successfully interrupts her. Enjoy. 
(The part where Beckett walks in can be the end, unless you're really interested in why their current suspect isn't the killer.) 

*sigh*

A Love Letter: From a Salt Shaker to a Sugar Jar

You keep saying how alike we are
and I have to admit, we both have
a pretty unique flavor
the party would be pretty boring
without us
I liven the bland
while you are everyone's favorite
the treat that even I
look forward to

So it's only fair to tell you
the bitter truth
before one of us ruins this mixture
because I keep waiting for the moment when
you'll figure it out

You'll realize that I'm only bearable
in measured amounts
I'm fine by the teaspoon
but a spoonful of me
is too much
and next to your resolute solidity
I feel full of holes

Sifted between each other's fingertips
sure, we look the same
but I can't keep on pretending
to be as wonderful as you
any longer

I can only hope
that when you get
a real taste
of who I am
you won't crinkle your nose

Meanwhile, I'll savor the idea
of you and me
the perfect blend
munching on
chocolate covered pretzels
together.

Meteor Shower

Directions: Press play. Then read while you listen. 


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My father's gentle hand
nudges me from my blanket hibernation
outside, the winter blackness
covers the mountains, as silent and sleepy
as my six-year old self

Half-dreaming, I stumble into a coat and a car
and when my father nudges me again,
we have stopped at a wide field
grassy hill sparkling faintly in the moonlight

The freezing night bites at my face when I jump
from the backseat
my sleepy whimpers are the only sounds
as we trudge up the grass
under the watchful silence of the dark

Then, my grandfather unrolls some thick blankets
hands me a thermos of hot chocolate
and tells me it will be any minute now

We all pile onto the blankets- flat on our backs,
my tiny shoulders wedged between the bulk
of my dad and grandpa-
for what feels like an hour,
silently staring up at the twinkling sky,
our breaths hanging above our heads
in frosty clouds,
waiting

Then, a thin streak of light at the corner of my vision
then another, above my forehead
another, to my left-
and the stars are awake
streaking across the blackness
flying to some unseen destination
their bright journey quicker
than my rapturous, darting eyes

We pass the thermos back and forth,
point at every streak of light,
trying to capture each one before it disappears
They tell me this won't happen again
for a thousand years
And so I make every wish I can think of 
marveling at the possibility
of them all coming true

After an hour, the light showers slow
and stop
leaving only the silent black curtain of the sky
now fringed with deep early morning blue
telling us the show is over
time to pack up our blankets
and stumble sleepily home

We will crawl back
into hibernation
just before the world wakes up,
rubbing the dreams we watched
streaking across the sky
from its eyes

Ode to Vegetables

It's never until I've seen the same things
from both miles
and inches away
that I realize
distance is relative

But there are a few things that a fluorescent screen cannot do
It cannot feel a heartbeat
nor whisper like a breeze
that tickles the hair at your temples
nor discern your breathing
and match it carefully
and it certainly can't
give you goosebumps
on only one side of your neck

But it carries other things
things too big and important
to fill inches with
so I think I'll have both