oneword: paperback

I wish he was as easy to read.

oneword: knot

I am knot lovely--a mess of threads and twines of busted beds and lying lines, of twists and turns from nervous wrists and carpet burns.

A knot inspired. A knot that's tired.

So knot complicated.

oneword: wanted

to walk into a room and have your pulse immediately speed up. you feel a pair of eyes on you. you can feel the direction in which they are pulling you. you attempt to act natural. you avoid that direction at first, its just too much to take on. you feel something in side you expand to the point of bursting. your chest tightens and breathing becomes strained a little. and so the dance begins. who will waiver first. building higher and higher with every second. you can feel it get closer. every sense is heightened. just when you think you might explode...from behind you...

hi.

hi.

oneword: wanted

wanted:

a reason not to do my homework. to stay up late and smoke cigarettes on my back porch. to cook fancy meals. to buy cute underwear. to write love songs. to upgrade to unlimited text messaging. to agonize over a mixed cd. to change my sheets more regularly. to avoid puddles out of fear of being splashed.

a reason to stop onewords like these.

oneword: anxiety

the whole of me tingles with her sweet everythings. she whispers them in my ears and they ring and sing in octaves my stone steel colored alto voice could never hope to reach. and i call myself a realist to hide the deprecation behind a carefully woven cape of confidence that is true but full of swiss cheese arguments and for you literal readers that means there are massive. gaping. holes.

oneword: anxiety

It seeps in the tiny, forgotten crevices of my consciousness. It slips into my fortified world and crashes through my confidence where alongside moments of majesty, I find myself shaking and small.

oneword: collar

pop it.

bubble gum burst, baby. green glitter flecks of trouble bubble in your eyes. the haze of new city lights clear. fear ignites, among other things burning inside me now. my mind is no longer free... to focus on me.

i envision marks of my lipstick dancing on your collar, neck, cheeks, lips... there has been a rip in my time space continuum.

please. tear slowly.

oneword: bleep

censored scripts leave boring lips afraid to feel all the way to each of their finger tips. we hide seek and leave each other weak and waiting hating every nail bitten hail storm smitten second of it. i see you over there boy.

... i've been waiting for you.

oneword: cigarette

this was my major vice. that and coffee. used to be necessary for me to do anything. if i was happy i wanted one. if i was sad and crying my eyes out. i wanted one. it held onto me. nothing had ever had such a tight grip on me before. but it was the one thing, day or night, that i could depend on. i knew it would be there to comfort me. nothing else in my life has been as steady or as reliable. its an awful habit, and now if i had one. it would just make me extremely high and nauseous. they are now longer necessary. i suppose every vice could be viewed like that though. if you can break the habit...they become no longer necessary in your daily survival.

i'm keeping the coffee though.