Pretend Sunday |
He once said that our children would be gods & godesses. Today I think that they would have our acne & my miserable teeth. Through the walls and doors of their bedrooms they would be too shy to speak ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Mar 2009 12:58:00 GMT |
BUT |
I manic depressive state
Statement I want to make
Make it.
I closest to you
You lying in my bed
Bedtime.
I screaming for mascara
Mascara drip on my knee
Kneeling.
I speaker mout...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Oct 2008 12:07:00 GMT |
I am being sarcastic. |
Friends, or so I thought; girl with no self-respect plays a coffee kitchen wife.
Fungi foot. Pimple back.
I will judge you by the health of your skin.
You do not look like a good person at all.
I thin...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Aug 2008 15:21:00 GMT |
white t-shirts |
He left a trail of white t-shirts
on the floor.
Their collars were all an inch or so too loose
because that is how she pulls him in
for a kiss.
She picked them up and placed them in the laundry basket...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 15:14:00 GMT |
Fuck miss it up |
I love a girl with style.I love a girl with grace.She has nonchalance.
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 15:36:00 GMT |
Cigarettes |
I want you to be smoking right now.My insides are on fire.
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 15:34:00 GMT |
Fireworks |
Ants were swarming with outrageous garments on.I wanted to be the queen.In the black high-top socks.Because that would mean.I did something that displeased him.The music started.Some stood.Some sat.So...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 15:34:00 GMT |
Praying Mantis |
You were about 250 cells.My first motherly instinct was to eat your father.I left him.I'm sorry.
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 15:31:00 GMT |
I feel like singing songs |
I feel like starbursts and light trickling water down my back dried off by hands that love me and like balloons tied to my wrists; tied by someone who makes me float to the ceiling. I feel like the t...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 15:36:00 GMT |
bodies |
In the exhibit there is a baby with a cleft lip that was never born. Imagine being dead without breathing a breath on display to break hearts for the sake of education. What does that teach one about ...
Posted by on Thu, 17 Apr 2008 18:23:00 GMT |
