Months of Working Super Hard Finally Paid Off. |
The HTCC Conference is such a wonderful experience; I got the chance to meet many Honors students from around California, and it pleases me to know that many--like myself--are dedicated to a life of e... Posted by Angélique on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 12:12:00 PST |
Cut Up The Earth |
Seven hundred miles below me and YOUmany great deep layers of brown soilssoft minerals rolled into rocky breadshard substances grayer than coalsparkle of treasures unseena flowing river of firesomethi... Posted by Angélique on Sat, 19 Jan 2008 12:35:00 PST |
i Read |
i Read:Kafka, Goethe, Kundera, Krudy, Toltoys, Hugo,the formidable Shakespeare,to Hawthorne, Busche, Hemingway,Frost, Baudelaire, Bukowski, Cummings, Collins,from them wisemen,i take a long look at th... Posted by Angélique on Sat, 27 Oct 2007 05:55:00 PST |
insomiac silence |
to bed, to bed, and cannotS.L.E.E.PThe whistles of windchill bones through two layers of pancake.An awful lot of cars, trucks, and busesthe engine noise, screeching wheels,leave marks on the silence.t... Posted by Angélique on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 04:57:00 PST |
clothes |
I have trinkets from yore,i'll never set eyes on again so lovingly.I have stockings and shoesi'll never fit in again just as perfect.things that are of no usage, nor sentimentthere they are, grabbing ... Posted by Angélique on Fri, 28 Sep 2007 02:50:00 PST |
The Glass Speaks to Me in Strange Weird Manners |
The glass speaks to me in strange weird manners.its tinkle rinses my earsits shatter breaks my own heartand the lameness of my life mirrors its dirty spotswater stainsand smeared, sticky lipstick.I ... Posted by Angélique on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 01:38:00 PST |
Borrowed |
My life is a life borrowedfrom the worm of my mother.My childhood, bought by the tokens of my father.my laughters are deprived from your laughtersand my tears are brought about thanks to your careless... Posted by Angélique on Tue, 27 Mar 2007 05:01:00 PST |
Vegas |
The stars around herweaved into a cosmic glow (obscure from the city)I felt the desert and its sandin the fluke summer windI love itjust love itVegas in my hair.and its light touches the skyits millio... Posted by Angélique on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:12:00 PST |
So In Love |
I got closerto my heart,and further from yours.The truth islove is nothing like I hoped it would be.Sometimes it lasts for longerand survives longer than I thought.even when no words are spoken...and ... Posted by Angélique on Mon, 26 Feb 2007 02:51:00 PST |
The lantern |
its light...soft and floatfilled with so much tenderness -not for its own.and its hallo descends down the shiny top of the stairsmake this moment freeze.wished it moved.the wind breathe through my ski... Posted by Angélique on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 01:16:00 PST |