Luck |
I was talking to an ex-boyfriend of mine and he became distracted. He said he was thinking about people, and I said, "what part?" and he said, "like how they ignore a million things every day that cou...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Sep 2009 01:31:00 GMT |
a long time |
there's nothing that I can say (or anyone can say, for that matter). there's so much to overanalyze. so much to underestimate. people talk about the future. they talk about the universe. and the way t...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 23:56:00 GMT |
in the dark of the night. |
my sister writes me a letter to tell me "all is fair in love and war." I don't know what to think.it makes my tongue taste bitter. or like a cripple trying to climb a large oak tree. almost impossible...
Posted by on Wed, 13 May 2009 23:35:00 GMT |
A very, very short femme fatale story. |
She had the face of a Greek goddess. It's not a compliment. If you ever truly look at the face of a statue of Aphrodite or Athena, their faces are more fierce than beautiful. The power that they emit ...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Mar 2009 19:44:00 GMT |
Where hunger gets you - a pulp fiction (part one) |
It wasn't the hunger that did it. Neither was it the late-night snacks that shortly ensued. I don't know the exact reason, but it must have been something extremely important. Her leaving early and fr...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Feb 2009 14:31:00 GMT |
you’ll be amazed. |
start thinking about what we're going to do.increase the speed.you wont recognize the pain.it doesn't relate to a sensation.it's a chemical reaction that's recessive.I can't hear the leaves brushing a...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Nov 2008 07:12:00 GMT |
three letters |
There is a street. It is a cold street. The crossroad is Prince and 24th. A small black dog walks past the red fire hydrant at the end of the block down Prince toward 25th. It is November 28th at 4:28...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Nov 2008 10:10:00 GMT |
Hold on, hold on |
The most tender place in my heart is for strangers. I know it's unkind but my own love is much too dangerous. Hanging around the ceiling half the time... Compared to some I've been around but I really...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Nov 2008 10:22:00 GMT |
fleeting love? nahhhhh |
An old one that I like:The cigarette burns stand out on his creamy skin, and the blue of his eyes. So blue you want to dive in, as if you're diving into the clear blue ocean. The sand softly brushing ...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jul 2008 22:58:00 GMT |
my mother’s piano |
and as I played my somber melody on my mother's piano, it opened wide and consumed me in a moment of passion and sexual tension.and now, I'll never be free.it possesses and creates me.
Posted by on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 09:18:00 GMT |
