up.
left. right.
down.
if it were left up to me, i'd rush right down to his place and do all the things he promised. but more likely than not, this is just another case of crisscrossed tracks that take me for a ride and ultimately deposit me nowhere. i am keeping my smart self inside tonight.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
oneword: fake
the way you look at me. hungry. under the breath comments. under the table texts. behind their back offers to share your bed. because sleeping next to someone is so much better than sleeping alone. because every other girl had already gone home. your attraction is not real. it's horribly boring. and that's why i say no. not because i am afraid... but because you are.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
oneword: match
"Stop denying that you aren't just like him. You never come home enough to see the good in him. Just like sometimes I have trouble seeing the good in you."
Sometimes, my brother's philosophizing hits me like a ton of bricks. I am no match for these inevitable genetics that I can't see, let alone acknowledge.
Sometimes, my brother's philosophizing hits me like a ton of bricks. I am no match for these inevitable genetics that I can't see, let alone acknowledge.
Friday, June 19, 2009
oneword i wish i hadn't missed: glitter
shiny pieces of first grade fantasy. shaken and glued in attempts to make this thing. look pretty.
oneword: suffocate
hold me in. tight. deny me that one thing that i seem to have too much of right now. air. space. the freedom to do whatever. the fuck. i want. please. pull me back. cause i'm getting lost. i've been living in this confined space for so long now. i miss feeling like i can't breathe. that was home.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
oneword: alarm
For some reason, this strikes me as a stupid word. It doesn't elicit any metaphor or symbol in my head worth writing about, and I fear that being too literal would be a vapid welcome-back-haze to the world of scattered.
All I can think about is the 19 year old kid at work today who walked right out of the store with stolen books in his arms, setting off the security alarm, and everyone just watched him do it. Even me. What is wrong with people?
All I can think about is the 19 year old kid at work today who walked right out of the store with stolen books in his arms, setting off the security alarm, and everyone just watched him do it. Even me. What is wrong with people?
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
oneword: glitter
Sparkles speckle her face, taking the place of freckles and acne. They scatter about, untamed and beautiful, shining bright the true being underneath the thick, weathered skin.
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